by Heidi Stone
‘The king would never allow them to suffer,’ said Sahria carefully. ‘Your father is his best friend. They will be safe.’ Her words seemed to soothe Calema’s grief in the same way that the knowledge of the king’s bravado in battle helped Sahria.
‘Carry on with your story,’ she whispered.
‘The messenger told me there had been a great battle, and that the kingdom was lost. I couldn’t believe it. It had all happened so quickly.’ Calema began to cry, and Sahria touched her face lightly.
‘I, too, knew nothing until I awoke to find myself in chains,’ she said.
‘Chains?’ queried Calema.
Sahria detected a glint of excitement in her eyes. ‘I’ll tell you my story later. Go on.’
‘I returned to the palace and was immediately arrested by the guards. There were five of them, five muscular men. I was at their mercy. I knew two of them, having seen them about the palace, but the other three were strangers to me. I was taken to their guardhouse. At first I thought they were merely going to imprison me, but once the door was closed it wasn’t long before I realised they had other intentions.
‘I was thrown roughly across the room and fell against a tattered old couch. One of the men picked up some rope and for a moment simply stood there, leering at me. I demanded to know what they were going to do to me, but they just laughed. I was frightened and I knew they could see my fear, and I hoped they would take pity on me. But it just seemed to spur them on. Two of them grabbed me and ripped off my dress. I was wearing nothing else, and a third guard put a hand between my legs and slipped his fingers inside my pussy. What surprised me was the fact that I was wet there. For some reason I didn’t understand, the rough treatment was actually turning me on!’ Calema blushed in the oppressive gloom.
‘Anyway,’ she went on, ‘he pulled his hand away and another guard pushed his fingers into me. I struggled hard. Despite my arousal I was not going to let them take advantage of me, but they seemed to have other ideas.
‘The hand was taken away and I was forced to kneel on the edge of the couch with my bottom presented to them in the most crude fashion. I waited for the inevitable touch of a thick cock-head to my pussy lips. But suddenly there was a burning pain as the rope was lashed across my buttocks. I squealed and cursed them loudly. Their response was to whip me again, this time with far more severity. I bit my lip, determined not to cry out again.
‘They lashed me across the bottom again and again. The strange thing is, the more they whipped me, the more I craved for the next stroke.’
‘I know that feeling,’ interrupted Sahria.
‘You know it too?’ said Calema with undisguised wonder. ‘Then you have been beaten?’
‘I have been caned. My bottom bears the marks, I am sure, but it is too dark in here for you to see.’
‘And did you find pleasure and delight in the pain?’
‘Eventually. I orgasmed whilst being thrashed.’ Sahria made the announcement proudly.
‘So did I!’ exclaimed Calema. ‘Three times! The guards took it in turn to whip me. Each time I came I screamed out loud. They must have assumed my cries were due to the pain, and it seemed to give them some pleasure.’
‘Did they do anything else to you?’
‘Not then. When they were exhausted they collapsed on the floor. I remained in the same position and waited for them to take me. I actually wanted to be fucked, and fucked by all of them! I knew my pussy lips were open in invitation and that my arousal would be obvious if they cared to examine me, but they just lay there, as far as I know doing nothing but staring at my stinging backside.
‘After some time they used the same rope with which they’d beaten me to tie my hands and feet together, and then got some more lengths of cord and trussed me like a chicken for the pot. I was then made to kneel so that my rump was once more presented to their gaze. At last, I thought, they were going to fuck me. I have never been so ready to be impaled as I was at that moment. Instead, however, they just left me. They left the guardhouse laughing and joking and slammed the door behind them. I was furious.
‘I tried to move but couldn’t. I began to feel ridiculous, kneeling on the floor, tied up and with my bottom sticking in the air. My rear was still stinging quite badly, but the pain seemed to compensate for my frustration.
‘After some time the door opened again. The guards had returned. They were still laughing like idiots and their breath smelled of ale. I looked over my shoulder and glared at them. One of them took up a long spear, and oh, I thought they were going to kill me! I closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow.
‘But instead they forced the spear through my bonds and used it to raise me from the floor, still in my obscene position. Two of them balanced each end on their shoulders and the door was flung open. I was carried out like an animal into the square. There were people everywhere – people I knew. I have never felt so humiliated. The men carried me slowly through the jeering crowd as if purposefully displaying me as their prize. Hands groped my nether regions and fingers prodded inside me. I saw the faces of slaves whom I had abused in the past. Their elation at seeing me in my shame both sickened and excited me.
‘I was taken to the palace. As they walked down the long passageways we passed many more soldiers, all of who took the opportunity to finger my private parts. At last, we reached the door to one of the royal chambers. By this time I was shaking with lust and could feel the juices running from me. I must have presented quite a sight.
‘The door opened and I was carried in. I managed to look up, and saw a man seated on the edge of the bed. I recognised him immediately. It was Sarne, the handsome prince who so besotted you when he first visited the palace. Do you remember him? He seemed to have quite an effect on you at the time.’
‘Sarne?’ said Sahria quickly. ‘You were taken to the prince?’
‘Yes,’ replied Calema. ‘So, you must know it is he who has taken over the kingdom.’ Calema regarded her quizzically. ‘Oh, my dearest friend, you are jealous!’
‘Nonsense!’ snapped Sahria. ‘Go on with your story, and leave nothing out.’
Calema smiled knowingly and then continued with her tale. ‘I was lowered to the floor and the spear was removed from the ropes. All I could do was kneel there with my hands tied behind my back and my bottom still jutting upwards. I felt so demeaned and so ashamed to be in such a ludicrous pose in the presence of a prince. I tried to move in order to roll over onto my side, but the way I had been trussed prevented this. I looked up at the prince. It hurt my neck, but I wanted to look into his eyes. He simply stared back at me. I remember thinking how cruel his expression was. There was no compassion, no pity for me in my wretched state.
‘He stood up and his cloak fell open. I gasped when I saw his magnificent cock. It hung limply from his bushy groin, but even in that flaccid condition it was longer and thicker than the largest weapon I had seen before! I couldn’t stop myself from imagining how wonderful it would be to accommodate such a monster. I pictured it long and hard, jutting upward from his chiselled body, ready to impale me to the hilt. My pussy was already wet due to the whipping, and the glorious subjugation of my bondage, but now it itched for sexual contact. I remember thinking that, no matter how big the prince’s tool, it would slide into me without the slightest difficulty.’
‘And did he fuck you, Calema?’ Sahria asked anxiously. ‘Did he fuck you?’
‘Wait,’ teased her friend, ‘you are too eager. There is more to my story.
‘The prince walked behind me. I looked over my shoulder for a moment and saw him staring at my bottom. I knew he couldn’t fail to see the open lips of my sex, and possibly even the other little hole. I looked back down at the floor in anger and shame. Even if a prince, I thought, he should not stare at me in such a lewd and lascivious manner.
‘He spoke for the first time. His voice was soft but there was no
warmth in his tone. “Such a perfect arse,” he said, simply. I was furious! I wanted to respond, to show my anger. I wanted to tell him that he had no business addressing a member of the royal household in such a way, but I decided to keep quiet. I knew that any protest would be pointless. “You have been marked well,” he continued. I felt him touch the scorched flesh of my bottom with his fingertips, and I sighed involuntarily. He ran a finger down the cleft between my buttocks until the tip touched my anus. At first I instinctively tightened the sphincter, but then relaxed, and he eased his finger into me. There was no need for lubrication. He slid his finger out again then slipped two, or maybe three inside me. “Ah, sweet princess,” he said, “I sense that you are well versed in anal delights.” He turned and twisted his fingers inside my bottom until my inner muscles became completely relaxed. He eased out of me and then rose to his feet. I knelt silently, my anus throbbing gently. I heard Sarne move and watched him as he walked past me towards the bed.
‘He stood for a moment with his back to me, and then removed his cloak and tossed it onto the bed. I savoured the sight of his strong back, his tight bottom and his long, muscular legs. He turned sideways and just stood there. It became rapidly clear to me that he was holding the pose on purpose. His cock was now fully erect. It jutted monstrously upward. I remember you telling me that the prince was magnificently endowed, but I was unprepared for this. It was plainly too thick for me to circle with my fingers and I imagined that it would surely tear me apart should it enter my pussy. But despite my fears, I have never wanted anything so badly in my life!
‘He walked over to a small cabinet and opened the door. He took something from within and then turned to me. At first my gaze was still transfixed by his huge prick, but then I saw that he was holding a leather tawse. My heart leapt and my mind was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement, and I begged him not to beat me too severely.
‘He slapped the tawse loudly on the palm of his hand. “Silence!” he barked. “Your pert flesh is well striped but you will discover that the kiss of the tawse will give you a far different sensation of pain and delight. Your bottom must burn before I take you.’
‘Did he,’ gasped Sahria breathlessly, ‘did he take you?’
‘Wait,’ teased Calema again, ‘you will find out.’
‘I can’t wait,’ laughed Sahria, but inside she was burning with envy. ‘Please, please go on.’
‘The prince moved behind me. I watched in fascination as he walked, his big cock waving about like a spear. I closed my eyes and clenched my buttocks. I felt him touch my bottom with the tawse and he gently stroked my skin with the harsh leather. He traced the shape of my rear then ran the tip of the tawse between my buttocks until it touched my pussy. He rubbed the full flatness of the implement against my soaking lips. I thrust my bottom out as much as I could in my shackled state to allow him easier access. He coated the tawse with my juices and then moved from me. I was nearly crying with lust.
‘The first stroke came without warning. I heard the wet slap and then felt the searing, satisfying sensation of joyous pain. The second stroke was administered almost immediately. The surge of sensation between my legs was such that I knew I would come the next time he hit me. The tawse lashed across both my buttocks with equal force, and the sound of my punishment echoed in my ears like the music of angels. My pussy felt like it was on fire as I climaxed with a violence I had never experienced before. I’d been fucked three or possibly four times earlier that day and had savoured three further orgasms when beaten by the guards, but this was something quite, quite different.
‘I cried out in sheer joy as the tawse stung my burning flesh again and again. My entire body was shaking and every stroke caused my desire to increase. I lost count of the number of times my poor bottom was lashed. And it didn’t matter; I wanted it to go on forever.
‘I heard Sarne toss the tawse to the floor and I sobbed with disappointment. I peered over my shoulder and looked at his face. I was crying, but I knew my eyes were filled with lust. The prince moved to kneel at my side and took hold of his enormous cock by the root. Leaning forward, he stroked my stinging buttocks with the long, thick shaft. Then suddenly he whipped me with it! He actually lashed me with his stiff cock! The pain was insignificant but the knowledge of what he was doing drove me once more to the brink of blissful release.
‘He whacked me again and again with it. I don’t know if it hurt him to do it, but he was plainly enjoying himself, by the look on his face. The sensation was strangely soothing, albeit highly erotic.
‘Presently, he rose and walked back to the cabinet. This time he took out a small silver jug. He poured some oil into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his thick cock. He moved back behind me and I felt him pour the oil into the cleft between my buttocks. It felt cool and soothing. I wanted him to massage the fluid over my stinging bottom, but instead I felt him once more ease his fingers into my tight little sphincter. His intentions were now all too clear.’
‘Oh, I don’t believe it,’ Sahria whispered excitedly, the breath catching in her throat. ‘He didn’t…’ She gripped herself between her legs and fingered her erect little bud. The very thought that her young friend could be impaled in such a way by Prince Sarne’s magnificent weapon was filling her with disbelief and seething jealousy.
Calema laughed girlishly. She was clearly enjoying Sahria’s discomfort. ‘The oil eased and opened me more and more, although I was terrified at the thought of what was about to happen. The idea of his superb tool entering my pussy was frightening enough, but there, I would have thought it impossible. I turned my head to look back at him. “Please, my lord, I am a virgin in that place,” I lied. “You are too big. The pain will be too much.” Sarne just sneered at me contemptuously as he continued to push his fingers in and out of my bottom. He poured on some more oil and then eased all four fingers and his thumb into me. I groaned, this time with pleasure. He pushed forward until, incredibly, my tight sphincter gripped his wrist. He turned his fist inside me whilst pouring yet more oil onto my cleft. I remember thinking that it might not be so bad after all. I have always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock moving in and out of my backside although, of course, I had never experienced one of such magnificent proportions.
‘At last he removed his fist from within me, gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, and tugged them apart. I gritted my teeth. I felt the bulbous head of his cock touch my anus. I took a deep breath and held the air deep in my lungs. I sensed the head move inside me and I gasped. There was no pain – he had prepared me well. He moved forward and slipped about three or four inches into me, then held still. I could feel the monster throbbing within my tight sheath, and I prayed he hadn’t come. I wanted more – much more.
‘He withdrew slightly and I thought he’d finished, but then he pushed forward again. He forced at least twice the length inside me this time. The feeling of fullness was amazing. There was a slight pain but that soon subsided. He pushed again, and at last he was inside me completely. I could feel his thick bush of hair pressed against my beaten bottom. He held himself still again and the monster throbbed heavily. Then he began to fuck me; he fucked me up the arse with his enormous cock!’
Calema hissed the last few words through clenched teeth. Even in the semi-darkness, Sahria could see that her expression was a picture of delight. Her friend took a moment to savour the pleasurable memory, and then continued.
‘My initial fears and the subsequent delightful feeling as he entered me had caused me to forget that I was trussed up. I fought against my bonds, wanting to respond to his incessant thrusts by jerking my body against him, but movement was virtually impossible. I clenched my buttocks tightly. I knew from experience that this would cause my anus to grip him firmly. He groaned and began to move faster. He was ramming his stalk in and out of me without a thought for my discomfort, but I was loving every moment. I gasped and panted for air as he hammered into
me, and my pussy ached for release. Suddenly I was coming. I raised my head and let out a blood-curdling scream as my orgasm tore through my loins. The prince responded by thrusting ever harder and, incredibly I came again, even before the first wave of feelings had subsided!
‘The prince eased out of me and moved to kneel at my head. His long rod glistened with the oil, the angry, purple end inches from my face. I arched my neck and he moved towards me. I licked the end and then took the plum-sized head into my mouth. I could taste my scent, and I loved it. I could never have imagined doing such a thing before, but in my totally subservient position it seemed utterly right. I suckled him voraciously, my saliva dripping from my chin while he rubbed his long stalk with both hands.
‘Suddenly, without warning he roared like a stuck bear and thrust his cock forward so that it filled my mouth. I wanted to swallow his full length down my throat but knew that such a thing was out of the question. The thick stalk throbbed heavily between my lips and against my tongue. I tasted the saltiness of his cream and swallowed hard. He continued to pump rapidly, filling my mouth with more and more of his warm fluid until, at last he was sated.
‘He sat back and looked at me. I smiled and allowed a trace of sperm to slip from the corner of my mouth. Presently he stood up and donned his cloak, then clapped his hands loudly. The guards entered immediately. He barked out his orders to them. “Take this vixen to the black chamber, and see that Rapite thrashes her for her impertinence!’ I couldn’t believe that he could be so cruel, but his attitude seemed oddly fitting, in a strange way.’
The two of them sat in silence for some minutes. Sahria mulled over Calema’s fantastic story. She conjured up the image of her naked friend lying roped on the floor with Sarne’s huge weapon delving into her most intimate orifice. She was envious, that was true, but she was also happy that the girl had enjoyed such delightful pleasure. It did, however, appear odd to her that the younger girl had often enjoyed the sensations of anal sex whilst she herself had never participated in such deviations. She vowed that it would not be long before she, too, had given herself to this ultimate experience.
