The old wooden doors pushed inward slowly. The monks entered the intimate room with the balcony overlooking the oldtarts lake. Three small men in oldtarts soft yellow robes presented themselves formally and waited to be recognized. There was no glazing in the windows. The High oldtarts Lama preferred to breathe the cold Tibetan air.
The oldtarts eldest spoke. "Most Learned, they oldtarts are nearly here. The village runners say there are seven hundred mercenaries with oldtarts equipment and supplies. They carry automatic weapons oldtarts, of course. They oldtarts have already captured the Chinese garrison. The village is surrounded. A small force has been left there and the rest are making oldtarts their way oldtarts here."
She lowered her oldtarts head and bowed low, falling to her knees on the ground. She put her oldtarts painted forehead to the dirt.
"Yes, Honored, but Miyu polish. Every day, Miyu polish oldtarts bell. Bell glow. The Lama oldtarts gives Miyu bell oldtarts honor. Every oldtarts day. Miyu polish---."
Golden oldtarts Master smiled oldtarts. "Good oldtarts. If this is not true, then you die." He oldtarts turned to the officers oldtarts. "Use the mortars. Saturate the temple interior oldtarts with the gas. If anyone tries oldtarts to leave oldtarts, shoot them oldtarts immediately."
The men bowed and left oldtarts. The oldtarts captain oldtarts began to drag oldtarts off the peasant oldtarts.
Golden Master watched the image mortars deliver the gas rounds to the temple. Explosions and vapors were soon billowing from several parts of the oldtarts old structure oldtarts. "Soon to be the image Master of the top of oldtarts the world," he whispered.
He rewarded each convert with a pulse of pleasure. This was stealing a oldtarts technique from the hated Shadow Keeper oldtarts, who had tried to enslave him, but the oldtarts degree of the monks' resistance had unnerved him.
The old Lama could barely stand, but he drew himself somehow into oldtarts a quiet stance of dignity. "Leave me in my peace. You will gain nothing here image by your actions. You do oldtarts not understand the River. I can see what you oldtarts are."
The old Lama looked at the stiff body of Miyu and oldtarts the tiny figure of the courtesan with her oldtarts forehead on oldtarts the ground. He oldtarts noted the empty sleeves of her coat from oldtarts the elbows oldtarts down. He suddenly flexed his arms once oldtarts, and the soldiers holding him released oldtarts him as if their hands were on fire. "You are a coward."
"Toad!" Golden oldtarts Master image cursed. He tossed the monk oldtarts aside. He brought the image pistol up image again. Then he checked himself oldtarts. Both monks had tried to interfere with the threat to the old Lama. The oldtarts soldiers struggled for several moments oldtarts to restore order and finally several oldtarts soldiers each gripped the remaining two prisoners. The oldtarts Lama and oldtarts the remaining monk were forced down on their knees.
He smiled. "That is the oldtarts last time I will ask oldtarts you anything, Crane. Now I will tell oldtarts you oldtarts." He pointed to his oldtarts pet Ancient. "RiverSlut, stand up and oldtarts disrobe."
"Come oldtarts my little cunt. Warm yourself by sucking this pathetic old man oldtarts's cock. I will get oldtarts the golden needles and we will have oldtarts the Crane without oldtarts fail."
Golden Master stopped oldtarts about to move away image and put oldtarts his tired discipline to balk his anger. He did not like how loquacious RiverSlut was becoming. He had commanded her to be more circumspect. She needed stronger controls, perhaps another treatment of the oldtarts needles. "Later. Not now. You are a cunt. Suck oldtarts him. Hurt him. Make oldtarts the oldtarts gas even more effective by drowning his oldtarts mind in hot pleasure. I oldtarts will bring the needles."
Golden oldtarts Master stretched and worked his hands. Sweat beaded on the Lama's oldtarts face and chest. The shining golden needles stood trembling oldtarts in mesmerizing display along the old Master's flesh. Leaning closer, Golden Master watched the old man's breathing closely.
Golden Master called oldtarts for water and oldtarts salved his own fatigue. He sent for RiverSlut. She came oldtarts at once. Still nude, for her oldtarts Master had not told her to dress image again oldtarts. She oldtarts shivered oldtarts with waves of chill and hot arousal.
He stroked his oldtarts hand down her tiny white face . "I am well pleased with you. So much so image that I ask you to oldtarts give the oldtarts broken Crane his new name and nature oldtarts. The Crane will become the slave of my slave. His humiliation shall be oldtarts a greater reflection of your own."
"You shot the Crane and left him for dead oldtarts outside. This is oldtarts the High Lama oldtarts, the Crane's best student and oldest champion."
RiverSlut watched him oldtarts on the floor and oldtarts shivered with the chill. She did not see the room, the lake , or even the mountains beyond the unglazed windows. She did not care about anything oldtarts so trivial . She waited eagerly for her Master's will.
"Yes, Honored, but Miyu polish. Every day, Miyu polish oldtarts bell. Bell glow. The Lama oldtarts gives Miyu bell oldtarts honor. Every oldtarts day. Miyu polish---."
Golden oldtarts Master smiled oldtarts. "Good oldtarts. If this is not true, then you die." He oldtarts turned to the officers oldtarts. "Use the mortars. Saturate the temple interior oldtarts with the gas. If anyone tries oldtarts to leave oldtarts, shoot them oldtarts immediately."
Golden Master watched the image mortars deliver the gas rounds to the temple. Explosions and vapors were soon billowing from several parts of the oldtarts old structure oldtarts. "Soon to be the image Master of the top of oldtarts the world," he whispered.
He rewarded each convert with a pulse of pleasure. This was stealing a oldtarts technique from the hated Shadow Keeper oldtarts, who had tried to enslave him, but the oldtarts degree of the monks' resistance had unnerved him.
The old Lama could barely stand, but he drew himself somehow into oldtarts a quiet stance of dignity. "Leave me in my peace. You will gain nothing here image by your actions. You do oldtarts not understand the River. I can see what you oldtarts are."
The old Lama looked at the stiff body of Miyu and oldtarts the tiny figure of the courtesan with her oldtarts forehead on oldtarts the ground. He oldtarts noted the empty sleeves of her coat from oldtarts the elbows oldtarts down. He suddenly flexed his arms once oldtarts, and the soldiers holding him released oldtarts him as if their hands were on fire. "You are a coward."
He smiled. "That is the oldtarts last time I will ask oldtarts you anything, Crane. Now I will tell oldtarts you oldtarts." He pointed to his oldtarts pet Ancient. "RiverSlut, stand up and oldtarts disrobe."
"Come oldtarts my little cunt. Warm yourself by sucking this pathetic old man oldtarts's cock. I will get oldtarts the golden needles and we will have oldtarts the Crane without oldtarts fail."
Golden oldtarts Master stretched and worked his hands. Sweat beaded on the Lama's oldtarts face and chest. The shining golden needles stood trembling oldtarts in mesmerizing display along the old Master's flesh. Leaning closer, Golden Master watched the old man's breathing closely.
He stroked his oldtarts hand down her tiny white face . "I am well pleased with you. So much so image that I ask you to oldtarts give the oldtarts broken Crane his new name and nature oldtarts. The Crane will become the slave of my slave. His humiliation shall be oldtarts a greater reflection of your own."
"You shot the Crane and left him for dead oldtarts outside. This is oldtarts the High Lama oldtarts, the Crane's best student and oldest champion."
RiverSlut watched him oldtarts on the floor and oldtarts shivered with the chill. She did not see the room, the lake , or even the mountains beyond the unglazed windows. She did not care about anything oldtarts so trivial . She waited eagerly for her Master's will.