Of Pain and Delight

by Heidi Stone

  Sahria looked down below his torso and saw that his cock was swiftly rising to a strong erection. He was enjoying this. Taking pleasure in her subjugation. She felt she should be angry, but instead sensed nothing but arousal. She yearned to grab the thick black stalk but thought better of it. The slaves were in control now.

  The big man turned to the door and wrenched again at the chains joined to her aching nipples, causing her to follow him meekly into the brightly lit corridor. The other slave followed, pushing her unnecessarily in the back with a clenched fist.

  Slowly they ascended the long steep stairway. Sahria’s heart was pounding. More passageways, some unfamiliar to her, then more steps until, at last they entered the palatial magnificence of the throne room.

  To her dismay, Sahria saw that the great hall was filled with people – peasants, nobles and slaves mixing together like old comrades. Some of them she knew, but many were complete strangers to her.

  The babble of voices ceased moments after they walked into the room and all eyes turned towards her as she was made to walk towards the throne itself. Prince Sarne sat in her father’s place, casually rubbing his immensely long penis and grinning like a fool. She hated him for his arrogance in perching so nonchalantly in the king’s place. She despised his lack of respect.

  Her eyes darted about, a dissonant mixture of fearful trembling and abject arousal building up within her naked body. Despite her sheer loathing for the man, for some reason she felt the need to bow her head as she approached the prince. She stared sullenly at the marble floor. Its surface felt cold against her bare feet and she shivered noticeably.

  The prince stood up and drew his cloak across his nakedness. ‘Kneel,’ he commanded. Sahria stood her ground. ‘I said kneel!’ The fury in the prince’s tone was clear. Sahria took a deep breath and then slowly slipped to her knees. She winced as she heard the sounds of laughter and derision emanating from the gathered throng. The large slave stood at her side, holding the chains tautly as though he was restraining a wild dog.

  ‘You see before you your princess,’ mocked Sarne loudly as he addressed the crowd. He walked around the form of his captive then stood behind her and pressed the sole of his boot hard against her bottom. She fell forward to lie flat on her belly. The chains held by the slave tightened as she fell and her nipples were stabbed with sudden pain. She squealed loudly, her cry echoing around the great room.

  The prince moved around her again and then crouched in front of her. He raised her by the shoulders until she was able to resume the kneeling position, her back curved and her bottom displayed to many of the onlookers.

  ‘This was your queen,’ he laughed. ‘Once so proud but now so servile.’ He suddenly reached under his cloak and pulled out his cock, which was still firmly erect. He pressed the bulbous head to her mouth. ‘Suck!’ he demanded loudly.

  A murmur spread though the crowd. Sahria pursed her lips and turned her head away. Sarne grabbed the chains from the slave’s grasp and wrenched them harshly, making her yell with the pain. ‘I said suck!’ he shouted.

  Sahria turned her face towards the menacing stalk and slowly opened her mouth, the trace of a tear running down her cheek. Sarne pushed forward and the plum-sized head of his thick cock touched her pouting lips. She pulled away again and looked imploringly up at his face. Her features were now wet with the tears of shame and embarrassment.

  ‘Please, my lord, not here,’ she begged. ‘Not here, in front of this crowd.’

  ‘But yes, princess,’ said Sarne, gripping her hair and pulling her face back towards his huge phallus. ‘Before this crowd of peasants and beggars, of once noble lords and of servants. All are equal here, and all will see and savour this moment. Suck! Suck like you’ve never sucked before.’

  Once more his spongy flesh was pressed against her. Sahria opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking him between her wet lips. His thickness filled her mouth and caused her jaw to ache. She sensed the crowd drawing closer, hearing them chattering like excited children. She felt utterly ashamed, being prone and nakedly vulnerable before them, and yet the ache deep in her loins grew with each second as she held the prince’s stalk within her mouth.

  She suckled gently, feeling him throb against her tongue as it slid against his hardness. She swallowed, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could whilst gripping his bone-hard flesh with her pouting lips, and then reaching up to grasp the remainder of his length with both hands.

  She began to rub him quickly, sucking hard and occasionally taking him from her mouth and licking the end sensuously. She was now thoroughly engrossed in her task and loving every minute. For a moment the crowd of onlookers was forgotten as she savoured the taste of the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen in her life.

  ‘See, your princess surrenders to me and knows her master!’ bellowed the prince. ‘No longer is she your ruler. She is nothing more than your slave.’

  Sahria was oblivious to his words. She held his cock erect with one hand and suckled his balls before running the tip of her tongue up the length of his shaft until she once more took the huge end into the warmth of her succulent mouth.

  Without losing him from her heavenly grip she looked about her and saw the leering faces of the crowd as they pressed ever closer and craned their necks to enjoy this fine demonstration of her total humiliation. She closed her eyes to the sight and rubbed him harder, sucking him for all that she was worth.

  Suddenly she felt him stiffen and heard him groan softly as his erection took on even more monstrous proportions within the wet envelope of her suckling mouth. Its thickness almost choked her. He groaned again, much louder this time and he gripped her head with both of his hands, allowing the chains to fall from his fingers to the floor. She felt his hard flesh throbbing against her lips and tongue as the warmth of his seed filled the back of her mouth and forced her to swallow quickly. Letting go of his cock with one of her hands but still sucking voraciously she grasped herself between the legs and clawed at her soaking sex flesh. The crowd cheered wildly as though encouraging her to reach her own orgasm. Frantically she rubbed her aching bud until a sudden wave of ecstasy hit her, her cry of pleasure muffled by the slowly wilting monster still clasped within her tight mouth.

  The prince pulled away from her and she allowed the thick, flaccid cock to slip from her mouth then she fell sobbing to the floor, her emotions confused and her entire body trembling. She sensed that Prince Sarne was standing over her, staring down at her submissive form and somehow knew that he was grinning inanely again. She closed her eyes and began to sob heavily, wrapping her arms around her head. The rhythm of her pounding heart matched the throbbing between her legs as the intensity of her release subsided. She had done well, she thought. The prince would be pleased with her.

  She sensed him move and once more felt sharp pain in her breasts as the chains were pulled taut. Unwillingly, she rose to her feet with her head bowed, to ashamed to look into the faces of the leering throng. The prince reached forward and lifted her face with his fingertips. He held her gaze for a moment with an almost hypnotic stare. ‘From this moment you are no longer a princess,’ he said, strongly. ‘Now you are Sahria, sex slave to the court of Prince Sarne!’

  Sahria’s look of shame changed to one of total hatred. ‘You will never subjugate me, Sarne,’ she hissed. ‘I am nobody’s slave!’

  ‘We will see,’ answered the prince, his grin broadening. He shoved her backwards and she fell onto her bottom with her legs splayed widely apart. A momentous cheer filled the room and the crowd applauded and danced in mock celebration. Sahria bowed her head again, her tears falling to the cold, uncaring marble floor.

  Chapter 2

  Prince Sarne leered contemptuously at the prone form of Princess Sahria. They were alone now, the crowd having been summarily dismissed by the prince following Sahria’s humiliation. She crouched naked on the cold marble floor with
her head bowed in shame.

  ‘What think you now, princess?’ The prince’s tone was cruel and mocking while, at the same time making it clear that he was revelling in his brief victory. Sahria raised her head wearily and looked him full in the eye. Her hatred burned intentionally within her stony gaze.

  ‘My lord?’ she answered quietly.

  ‘What think you, now that your people have witnessed your complete shame and subjugation? Your reputation has been dashed forever.’

  She moved to a sitting position and drew her knees against her breasts, clutching her legs tightly as though attempting to conceal her nakedness from his lustful leer. She could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing against her cool skin, and their evident arousal annoyed her. ‘You may have me in your power for the moment, Sarne, but that will not always be so. One day, not too far away, I will see to it that you regret your devilish deeds with all your heart.’

  Prince Sarne reached down and touched her under the chin with his fingertips. She looked again into his eyes and, for a brief instant she sensed tenderness in his expression. ‘We need not be enemies, princess,’ he said, the gentleness in his tone sounding less than sincere.

  ‘You defeated my father. You forced him to flee his country and desert his people.’ Her throat was dry and she had to fight to get the words out without choking.

  ‘Your father is a warrior. He fought bravely in battle. He may yet return, but you can be assured that I will be more than ready to meet any challenge he may throw down to me.’

  ‘Why did you make war against my people?’ Sahria managed to control her voice, speaking calmly and without emotion despite the fact that she detested this man for all he’d done to her. For some reason that was difficult to understand, she found the power that seemed to exude from his presence to be overtly stimulating. Sahria was unsure whether it was his hungry good looks, his deeply penetrating stare, or merely the mental image of his superb cock that caused her to tremble inside, but concluded that it was probably a mixture of all three. His dominant stance intrigued as well as excited her…

  ‘Your country is rich and the land is fertile,’ the prince continued. ‘Why should you be surprised that your neighbours covet your wealth? It is well known that this very palace houses many priceless baubles looted from the farthest reaches of the world. And your women – they are well known for their beauty and their insatiable libidos. Why should I deny the men of my nation such delights?’

  ‘And yourself,’ muttered Sahria to herself.

  ‘Above all, however,’ continued Sarne, clearly not having heard her words, ‘the fact is that your people were oppressed. I have come to free them from their yoke of submission.’

  ‘By killing them?’ Sahria pulled herself to her feet and glared angrily at the seated prince. The sarcasm in her tone seemed lost on him.

  ‘There were few casualties, other than the trained soldiers whose lot it was to die for their king.’ He regarded her through narrowed eyes. ‘Princess Sahria,’ he continued, ‘you must learn to accept that your country is mine and that I am your ruler.’

  Sahria placed her hands on her hips and stood squarely before him. She was no longer concerned about her nakedness, and in fact thrust her breasts forward in a defiant gesture. ‘I will never bow before you, Sarne!’ she exclaimed.

  Sarne leered at her sumptuous flesh and smiled cruelly. ‘You bowed enough when I fed your sweet mouth with my thick stalk,’ he sneered.

  ‘I had little choice, shackled as I was to your slave. You are a coward, Sarne.’

  The prince leapt angrily from his seat and towered above her. He gripped her arms tightly and she struggled vainly as his fingernails dug into her soft flesh. ‘You are the coward, princess,’ he roared. ‘For years you have tormented your subjects to satisfy your carnal needs. Now you will learn for yourself the true pleasures of pain and subjugation!’

  He pushed her away roughly and she fell heavily to the floor, with her legs splayed apart. Sarne looked unashamedly at her exposed sex. Sahria made no attempt to cover herself, defiantly offering her body to his eager gaze. ‘You have a succulent pussy,’ he said, his voice softer in tone. ‘I wonder how many hard pricks it has accommodated over the years.’

  Sahria said nothing in response but found, to her profound irritation, that her juices were beginning to flow again and were already trickling between her buttocks. She closed her legs and clutched her knees against herself once more. Sarne knelt in front of her and forced her thighs apart. ‘No, don’t hide your treasures, princess,’ he said, as he looked down at her shivering nakedness. He ran the tip of his tongue across the surface of his upper lip as he leered at her. ‘See how it glistens, reflecting the sunlight,’ he breathed, his voice barely audible, even to her.

  Sensing a kind of victory, Sahria rested her hands on the floor behind her and leant back, thrusting her breasts upward and spreading her legs as wide as was possible. She sensed her sex lips part to offer him the tantalising view of her inner flesh. ‘Why don’t you fuck me, Prince Sarne of Persia?’ she taunted. ‘Why don’t you get it over with?’

  There was a long pause as the prince gazed at the open lips of her cunt. He reached forward and tugged lightly at one of the rings that pierced her tender sex flesh. ‘I will fuck you when I am ready,’ he said quietly, ‘but first you must learn.’

  ‘Learn what?’ Sahria pushed his hand away and struggled to her feet. She waited for a moment, but there was no response. Sarne merely looked at her, his expression betraying little emotion. She turned her back on him angrily and strode across the hall.

  ‘Come back here!’ The prince’s voice boomed out and echoed around the room. Sahria turned to face him and glared.

  ‘Just who do you think you’re talking to?’ she growled. ‘I am not one of your slaves.’

  Sarne walked quickly over to her and grabbed her by the arm. She tried to pull away but his grip was too fierce. ‘There are no slaves here,’ he hissed, ‘not any more. All men are free.’

  Sahria laughed in his face. ‘You are a fool. A rich man must have his slaves. How else is he to live?’

  The prince answered by grasping her hair and roughly pressing his mouth to hers. She felt him probing his tongue between her lips and clenched her teeth tightly to deny him entry. He gripped her bottom with his free hand and pressed his crotch against her. She could feel the hardness of his thick erection against her stomach. She allowed her mouth to relax and his tongue slid against her own. For a brief moment she tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that same tongue slithering in and out of her hot pussy in preparation for even greater joys to come. Suddenly, she regained her composure and bit him firmly on the lower lip. He yelped and pushed her away with such a force that she once again fell to the hard, marble floor.

  ‘You evil vixen,’ he moaned as he grasped his bleeding mouth. ‘You’ll pay dearly for such gross impertinence.’ He clapped his hands loudly. Immediately, three guards appeared as if from nowhere. ‘Take this to the black chamber,’ he ordered, as he indicated Sahria’s naked form. The guards looked at one another and grinned, then roughly helped her to her feet. She was furious at their treatment of her but was trembling visibly. Sahria knew the secrets of the black chamber well. She had enjoyed many diversions there in the past, watching as the men were shackled and beaten, purely for her own lascivious delight. Now it appeared it was to be she who was the victim.

  Two of the guards gripped her wrists while the third stood behind her and pressed his spear against her naked back. She looked over her shoulder and glared with utter contempt at the armed man.

  ‘Just where do you think I’m going, dressed in nothing but my own sweat?’ she hissed. ‘Put the weapon down, you fool. I am a princess. I will walk on my own.’ She shook her arms free of the other guards and marched purposefully towards the door.

  ‘You will learn much this night,’ called th
e prince from behind her, his voice still shaking with fury. ‘You will discover the pleasures of pain, and you will come to me begging for more!’

  Sahria ignored him, contemptuously tossing back her hair as she continued to walk swiftly from the hall, closely followed by the guards.

  Once they were out of the prince’s sight one of the soldiers ran a hand over the sumptuous curves of her bottom. She grabbed hold of his wrist and flung it away from her. ‘Touch me again, you animal,’ she spat, ‘and you will pay with your life!’

  The guards laughed in roars of united derision. The first reached out his hand and fondled her buttocks roughly, then wormed a finger against her anus. The second guard held his spear against her throat and stared into her eyes menacingly, while the third soldier cupped her pussy.

  ‘She is soaked!’ he exclaimed with a grin. ‘She is already prepared for us, my friends.’

  Sahria tried to push his hand away, but in vain. He slipped all four fingers deep inside her and she groaned, not with pain but with pleasure.

  ‘See, this is what she wants,’ the guard continued. ‘Let us have some sport with her.’

  Regardless of the fact that she was trembling with sheer anger at their impertinence, Sahria felt an overwhelming desire to give herself to these rough-handed men. The events in the great hall had fired both her imagination and her lust.

  The soldier behind her had managed to force his finger fully inside her bottom and was moving it rhythmically in and out, like a tiny, hard penis. Her breathing became laboured and she sensed her juices flowing. Despite her previous years engaged in many and varied libidinous pursuits, she had never been touched in such a base way before. Nobody would have dared.