In the year 1836 in Canton China there lived a young mystic and scholar named Ling Fong. He was tall, handsome, and very intelligent, and had thus far distinguished himself in every area of his endeavor. In his twentieth year Ling Fong married a beautiful young girl and they were, for awhile, very happy. But then one day for no apparent reason the girl slit her wrists and died.

Upon this event there followed many vile rumors about impotense and cruelty, but none were true. The girl had contracted a brain fever and, from an insane man, had procured an evil potion infused with a certain measure of the black lotus. The foul lies and insinuations surrounding this tragedy brought profound disgrace and shame upon Ling Fong and his family. One day the young man was deeply saddened when he found that he was no longer received in the house of his father.

Ling Fong's brother Ling Ba was a highly placed man with much power in the national government. This brother had a beautiful wife and five lovely daughters. In spite of this, he was a very evil man and had terrible plans to enslave the people of China. He had turned his entire family to this evil and they not only shared, but embellished and magnified, his plans for tyranny.

A certain faction of mystic warriors learned of the plans of Ling Ba. One day an emissary from this group contacted Ling Fong and advised him thusly:

"Young sir, we have heard of your shame in marriage, but also of your prowess in the arcane and martial sciences. We also know enough of the man who was consulted for medicine by your poor wife to have a better than average opinion of your true value as a person. We must now urgently recommend that you seek council with the great Master and Sorcerer Fu Fang Shih. Yes, the very same! He who has mastery of the Macrocosm and the Microcosm. This will be an opportunity to redeem your reputation and serve your country as well."

Ling Fong agreed with eager enthusiasm.

September 5, 1836. Hong Kong

We now follow Ling Fong more closely. It is a gray breezy day as the young scholar begins his long climb to the great fortified monastery to visit Fu Fang Shih who is expecting him.

Fu Fang Shih has knowledge of many things that have only become popularly comprehended in modern times. Unknown to the young man, Fu Fang Shih has been monitoring and directing his attainment in martial and arcane matters since he first began to demonstrate unusual proficiency in these things at the age of eight.

When Fu Fang Shih heard about the plans of Ling Ba, knowing as he did the skills and tribulations of Ling Fong, the solution to Ling Fong's, and China's, problems came instantly into his mind like a lantern exploding into radiance.

Now at the massive steel-banded door of the great stone edifice, Ling Fong is received by an officious looking young monk who shows him to a room where he is to await the Master's arrival. Fu Fang Shih enters almost immediately and greets the young man warmly.

Ling Fong exclaims "I have often thought of eventually applying for a period of study with you once I reached the higher degrees, but never thought I would meet you this early in my life."

Fu Fang Shih replies "If you are willing, I have a long and heroic quest to set you upon. If you survive it, you will want to continue your studies of course, but will require little further initiation."

"Please, tell me more" invites Ling Fong.

"The quest will require you to have absolute faith in the good intentions of myself and the warriors who sent you to me. You will have very little choice of action. In this adventure I would liken you to a pawn upon the chess board of China, but a mighty and immovable pawn of tempered steel forged in the fires of cultural necessity. There will be times ahead when you will find evil where you least expect it, when you will not trust anything that lives, when you will curse your parents for giving you birth. Your success and heroism will depend solely upon your will to continue living."

"All this sounds very bad. What is the good?"

"The good is that you will save your countrymen from a permanent evil reign of oppression and misery. This quest is a strange mixture of the mystical, the perversely erotic, and the political. In the process you will grow immeasurably in courage and wisdom... if you survive at all! Back now to the bad. You will undergo torture. You will cry for the quick mercy of death. If, however, you survive and emerge triumphant, your name will be called out by all and sundry, young and old alike, forever in the halls of greatness."

The nature of Ling Fong will permit him no answer except "Yes, I will go upon this quest."

October 8, 1836. Shanghai

Ling Fong enters the House of Wong. He is expected and is taken to a small room. The sentry explains "The first task in your mission is to destroy seven of the most evil people in China. You will cut their throats. In this way you will prove your faith and worthiness to proceed further."

The man produces a large razor sharp knife. Ling Fong sighs with knitted brow, but takes the knife. The seven people are led in wearing hoods to conceal them from Ling Fong. One at a time he reaches around and cuts their throats. Then he thoroughly washes his hands in the basin provided.

The sentry now speaks a different story. "You are too trusting, young sir. We deceived you. You have just murdered a fine man, his wife, and their five beautiful daughters. Now you will have to be severely punished for your callous stupidity." Ling Fong tries to bolt, but two huge sentries restrain him.

Ling Fong remains in captivity and is taken to the House of Po. He is shown to a large private bathing room, is given a razor, and ordered to bath and shave off all his body hair. Appreciating the danger of his circumstances he reluctantly complies.

A beautiful shapely green-eyed woman receives him, and when they are alone, orders him to disrobe, reminding him that he is greatly outnumbered by the many armed henchman who await her call. She can see that Ling Fomg is becoming excited and addresses him thusly:

"My name is Lin Yi. You are my slave! You will belong to me for all time, unless I decide to sell you to the Academy of Torture. From here onward there will be no sex and there will be no masturbation. You will eat oysters daily to increase your semen production, but no relief will ever be permitted. Do you understand me, slave?"

With this she produces a polished wooden club perfect for this occasion and gooses Ling Fong in such a way as to make him bow, actually curtsy, quite deeply. She raises her voice and gooses again harder saying "Lower. You are my slave, not an imperial doorman!"

She then produces a cat of four tails and whips Ling Fong's buttocks to a throbbing pinkness. Trembling, broken by Lin Yi's beauty and feminine will, he spends the rest of the evening and all of the next day in close attendance to his new mistress.

A week passes and Ling Fong is taken to the House of Chung. He is lead to the garden where two long-legged, blue-eyed beauties approach him. They are lily white in their nakedness. They tell him to disrobe. The first orders him upon his hands and knees and produces instant results by goosing in the same manner as Lin Yi a week earlier.

She looks down teasingly as the other girl lightly pommels Ling Fong from behind to tweak and sustain his double aching compliance. The girl in front suddenly drops to a low squat looking around right into Ling Fong's eyes fiercely displaying her large beautiful white teeth in a dazzling smile. The girl behind now pommels harder instructing Ling Fong who responds in passionate nuzzling obeisance.

The girls then lead Ling Fong to a bedroom and take turns strapping his buttocks with a wide belt for what seems to him an eternity. Then the girls have sex for hours while Ling Fong watches in chains and frustration at their feet.

After another week, Ling Fong is taken to the House of Chang. Here there are four beautiful women who tease Ling Fong mercilessly and flail the standing ambassador of his arousal with thin velvet string whips. Yet another week passes.

Now Ling Fong is, at last, taken to the legendary House of Shame. The High Priestess is tall, with long legs, high cheekbones, and ice blue eyes. She is truly one of the most beautiful women in all of China. Using telepathy she is able to magickally stimulate and increase, beyond endurance, her prisoners' deepest archetypal yearnings.

Upon Ling Fong's arrival, The High Priestess enters and introduces herself with the usual goosing customary in these situations and proclaims "For the next Seven Days I will put you to the Seven Torments, compel you in the Seven Obediences, and finally, in front of Seven Hundred and Seventy Seven Women, instruct you in the Dance of the Seven Shames. Then after a period of rest and healing you will be given a choice".

For the next week the High Priestess inflicts cruelties and instructs Ling Fong in matters far beyond the power of words and the boundaries of simple human decency to describe. After he dances in obedient naked shame for the assembly she leads him to the terrace.

Ling Fong is now taken and set free in the outer courtyard of his brother's fortified and heavily guarded house. The maid peers out the window and recognizes him. Ling Ba has been informed about the true events of Ling Fong's marriage and that his brother's good name will soon be restored. For this reason only Ling Fong is taken in and fed.

Ling Fong has a wonderful dinner with Ling Ba, his wife, and their five beautiful daughters. Ling Ba enjoys his wine and speaks gleefully about his plans for China. In the past Ling Fong has always talked openly with his brother, but now he is disgusted and appalled by what he hears and says nothing.

It's drawing near to bedtime. Ling Fong has, for all his time in captivity since the House of Wong, been given a potion every night to help him sleep. Every night in his dreams he has killed seven people by cutting their throats, but who are the people? Are they good or evil? This troubles him very deeply, but strangely he feels no tendency to discuss any of the events of his captivity with his brother or his family.

Now it is bedtime. When he is finally alone Ling Fong does not relieve his accrued testicular pendulousity as nature would demand. He badly needs rest and simply takes his usual potion, and now sleeps long and deeply. When he awakens he is startled to see that his smock is completely drenched with blood. He raises it to see where he is bleeding, but finds he is not.

Ling Fong goes to the room of his brother and finds Ling Ba and his wife in bed with their throats cut. Then he visits the room of each daughter and finds the same thing. At this point he considers taking his own life, but remembers the words of Fu Fang Shih. His natural curiosity and heroic nature lead him on. There will be time enough to kill himself later when there is greater comprehension, and possibly less reason.

Ling Fong dresses quickly, but not quickly enough. Four of Ling Ba's highly skilled mercenaries armed with swords confront him in the hall near the doorway. Ling Fong advances briskly towards them, leaps high into the air and, with his right leg fully extended into a powerful kick, dislocates the first man's skull from his spinal column. The man is dead before he hits the floor. In mid-air Ling Fong catches the man's falling sword just as he lands, and in the next five seconds, decapitates the next two men and impales the heart of the third, then pulling the sword and cleaving the man's skull just for good measure.

Breathing rapidly now Ling Fong shakes his head and says aloud to himself, "I am badly in need of rest and proper nutrition. That took far too much of my time and energy."

Good luck now conjoins with skill. The sword, as only fate would have it, is a very good one. It is well that Ling Fong knows this and has hung on to it, for in crossing the courtyard he must now confront twelve more mercenaries before reaching the outer gate.

He goes outside quickly. Three mercenaries come at him with flailing swords. He ducks, sidesteps their blows, and decapitates them all within four seconds. He goes through six more very efficiently like someone cutting a path through high grass with a machete, but much faster. Then a quick side step allows the downward sword slashes of two attackers to cleave each other’s skulls instead of his own. Now only one mercenary is left.

At the gate, like Goliath with David, the huge leader towers over Ling Fong glowering down upon him with clenched teeth. With a quick low sword sweep Ling Fong cuts off the giant’s legs just above the knees and steps quickly back. The agonized man charges Ling Fong on his leg stumps bellowing ferociously. Ling Fong jumps into the air just above the man’s horizontal sword sweep and slashes downward cutting off the man’s sword arm just below the shoulder. The man looks perplexed for a split second just before Ling Fong lands and takes his head.

At this point Ling Fong is breathing very hard indeed and feels quite weak. The minute he steps outside the stronghold he is immediately taken back into captivity again by the very people who brought him here. He is taken once again to the House of Shame. He is told that he must continue in his chastity and is regulated accordingly. But he is also given many arcane books and access to the garden. For two weeks he is allowed to study, rest, and heal.

Now he is brought again to the High Priestess. She looks into his eyes. "Your work is done. Some good news. The people you killed in the House of Wong were in fact the seven evil people about whom you were first told. The remaining functionaries of the evil movement started by your brother were killed within the hour you left his house by the same warriors who started you on this great adventure. I know little of the complexities. Fu Fang Shih will later explain anything else that happened which may be troubling you now. You and I have been though much together. Now I give you the choice to express yourself freely with me for the next three hours before I set you free."

Ling Fong gently takes her hand and leads her to the bed. He places the hourglass on the nightstand. Now the dear hard little tummy of the Queen of All Witches feels very good against his own as he proceeds slowly to prolong his experience. This is not easy and he unavoidably climaxes, but recovers quickly. This happens again, but now he is sufficiently depressurized to be able to regulate the last climax for maximum intensity precisely at the end of his three hours.

Ling Fong rises and says, "I am very hungry. Where you planning to eat alone or may I join you?" They get dressed and enjoy a splendid lunch of lobster in butter with snow-peas, water chestnuts, and black mushrooms.

Ling Fong now returns to his home. Fu Fang Shih visits and congratulates Ling Fong on his inspired swordsmanship, but at this time explains little about the quest and recommends continued book study and rest. One month later Ling Fong is contacted and returns to the monastery.

The ritual chamber is bright with candles and there is ample smoke from incense. All present are clad in formal silk robes. Fu Fang Shih now initiates Ling Fong into the upper degrees of the three highest arcane orders in China. Part of the initiation involves bringing Ling Fong to an understanding of what actually occurred on his quest and how it all worked. Says Fu Fang Shih:

"Before your quest I asked the warrior faction to approach you and then refer you to me. From that point onward I completely and perfectly orchestrated almost every aspect of your adventure and the outcome. This included the infusion of Black Lotus into the sleeping potion given to you nightly after you left the House of Wong.

"The legendary Black Lotus produces a dream state which will result in the actual suicide of the dreamer within the context of the dream. It was my further aspiration and belief that this property could, with mitigation and proper motive, be used to direct the violent energies of the dreamer against specific deserving others if they were close enough at hand.

"Telling you that you had murdered a fine man, his wife, and five lovely daughters was a way of introducing to you the nagging possibility of your already having killed Ling Ba and his family, thus allowing you to deal with your guilt before the fact. The further effect of this was to reinforce the plausibility of the act and to allow you to consummate and thus subconsciously justify the act under the effect of the black lotus instead of killing yourself.

"Your erotic adventures were arranged with the most trusted of beautiful young Witches known to me. The calculated effect was that, since only men of steel seek out these more difficult types of women, introducing you to this unusual realm of experience would thereby forge you into a man of steel who could survive and recover from this adventure to live a long, happy, and productive life thereafter.

"I have previously illuminated you about the evil plans of Ling Ba and his family to enslave the people of China. You, of course, had to be the assassin since only you could have gained entry to his house. I apologize to you for the risks of your adventure, and offer that proper degree of condolence for the death of your family members appropriate to this situation as these things are weighed in the Scales of Heroic Destiny."

Ling Fong has reacted in many ways to this iinformation, but now at the conclusion looks very solemn.

The official explanation of Ling Fong's heroism in the saving of China is now carefully composed by the highest of secretaries, stressing of course, some aspects of the adventure more than others. It is written with utmost simplicity to be easily comprehended by the average citizen. By special messengers the good news is taken to all the far corners of China, where it is then announced to the people by town criers and newspapers alike.

February 12, 1837

In cities all over China there are public parades in Ling Fong's honor as a national hero who has saved his country from tyranny.

In the interim Ling Fong's father has died, but one night during meditation Ling Fong speaks with his father who now resides in Heaven. His father tells Ling Fong that all is now understood, that he never stopped loving him, and is sorry and ashamed for ever having doubted such a fine son.

Ling Fong buys a large house in the country near Canton and invites all the beautiful women of his strange adventure to come live with him. They all accept and are known from here forward as the Eight Witches of Ling Fong's Redemption.

February 14, 2023

"Now that was heavy! What a guy! My kind of Chinaman. Wish I had friends like him. The Eight Witches... Even though the girls were very wicked, beneath the surface they were kind and liked men... but my witches are not kind and don't like me at all. I'm beginning to feel like I'm just a eunuch for a pair of Lesbians, blinded by my own desire. They are so beautiful and the chemistry when they are together... I'm a nothing but a pheromone junkie.

At dinner, conscious of the silence, Cathy suddenly says to Jeff "You seem really quiet lately. Whats up?"

"Still waters run deep" replies Jeff with slightly solemn coolness.

"What the fuck do you mean by that, Slave?" asks Sharron.

"Hey, Sappho. Eat shit! I wasn't talking to you."

"Oh how you will dance to the song of my whip tonight, embonered man-slave of my loins!"

"No I won't. I'm going to watch TV tonight. Do your goddamned lesbian routine without me."

The girls look at each other. Jeff finishes his desert quickly and heads for his room.

"What's with him?" Sharron asks. Cathy shrugs, but looks thoughtful as she continues eating.

The next morning Jeff reads another tale.

"The Story of Ham"