by Heidi Stone
She also considered it strange that both she and Calema should enjoy the pleasures of being soundly whipped or beaten. Often in the past men had begged her for more when she lashed their bare buttocks with the most vicious whips. Perhaps all men and women were the same, she mused. Perhaps all were happy to succumb to the delights of pain, if they did but know it.
‘We must ally ourselves with the prince,’ she said presently.
‘What do you mean?’ asked Calema.
‘We have both learned much in these past few hours. I am sure that Prince Sarne and his cohorts have much more to teach us, and I know that we will both be very willing pupils. I also know that we probably have much knowledge to offer to them in return. Between us we can create the most sexually aware court in the entire world!
Chapter 4
‘I want you to tie me to the frame.’
Sahria had spoken suddenly, causing Calema to be startled. ‘Certainly, sister, but why?’ she said.
‘Rapite left me strapped and hanging there. He will be furious if he returns and finds that I am free, and will undoubtedly blame you and punish you most severely.’
Calema laughed coquettishly. ‘I don’t mind,’ she pouted.
‘Possibly not, but if we are to persuade him to take us to the prince so that we can put forward our plan, we need him to be on our side.’ She took Calema’s arm and led her through the relative darkness to the frame. Suddenly the familiar sound of bolts being withdrawn came from the other side of the heavy door. ‘We are too late!’ exclaimed Sahria. The door opened and the two girls shielded their eyes from the brightness of the torchlight. The squat, shadowy figure of Rapite appeared in the doorway.
‘So, you have dared to release your companion from her bonds!’ he barked as he fixed the torches to two brackets set in the wall.
‘No!’ said Sahria quickly. ‘It was I who—’
‘Silence!’ growled Rapite, as he shuffled towards them. He glared at Calema as she stood cowering before him, shivering in her naked vulnerability. He reached out with a gnarled hand and stroked one of her breasts, and then squeezed the nipple spitefully. Calema squealed with the pain, and he laughed cruelly. He groped the other breast.
‘Such firm little tits,’ he growled, ‘and such lovely nipples. I shall have much pleasure piercing them.’
Calema’s eyes widened in horror. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked, her voice shaking with her terror.
‘You will see,’ he said, as he squeezed her other nipple tightly, causing her to wince. ‘The pain will be worth it, I promise.’
‘No!’ exclaimed Sahria. ‘She is too young. Take me, and do what you will with my body, but do not harm my friend.’
‘It is all right, Sahria,’ protested Calema, ‘I will take the pain.’
Sahria looked earnestly at her friend, but Calema’s expression was one of abject lust and it was immediately clear that the idea of following Sahria’s example and of having her flesh pierced appealed to the younger girl. Rapite continued to fondle Calema’s firm flesh, occasionally pinching and twisting her erect nipple and making her gasp with pain and delight. Eventually he tired of his game and moved to stand before Sahria.
He cupped one of her breasts in each hand and raised them. Sahria merely stood proudly still, arching her back slightly to accentuate the size of them. Rapite bent his head forward and took one of her nipple-rings into his mouth, and tugged it sharply with his teeth. It hurt, but she managed not to show her discomfort.
‘Be assured, princess,’ he sneered, ‘these succulent mounds will be further pierced and chained in the most restrictive of fashions, so that the slightest movement will cause the most exquisite pain.’
‘Please, sister, do not argue with our master,’ begged Calema, as she took her arm gently. ‘I have always longed to have such adornments, and not only in my nipples.’ She glanced pointedly down at the tiny rings piercing Sahria’s sex lips.
‘Be warned, it can hurt,’ Sahria whispered, but Calema merely smiled, making it patently obvious that such a prospect didn’t concern her in the slightest.
Rapite laughed raucously and slapped Calema soundly on the bottom. ‘The little bitch craves pain! I will have much sport with her!’
Sahria realised at once the truth of his words. Whilst she herself had taken much pleasure in her subjugation, Calema’s desires appeared to be much deeper, as though she had become a veritable slave to torture and humiliation. She felt a dampness between her legs and knew that she envied her. She smiled at her friend and nodded briefly, then glanced down at the loathsome Rapite, who was now suckling her nipple hungrily.
‘Take us to the prince,’ she said boldly, ‘we have a proposition to put to him.’
Rapite let her breast fall away from his lips and looked at her questioningly. ‘Proposition?’ he grunted. ‘What proposition?’
‘It is for the prince’s ears only,’ Sahria insisted.
Rapite glared into her eyes. Sahria caught the aroma of his foul breath and turned her face away. ‘Take care, princess,’ he snarled, ‘or you will taste the whip and believe me, you will not find its kiss as pleasurable as the cut of the cane!’
Sahria looked back at him contemptuously. They both stared into the other’s eyes for some moments, as if each was trying to break the other’s will.
Calema broke the uneasy silence. ‘Please, my lord Rapite, take us to Prince Sarne and afterwards you may pierce me in any way that pleases you.’
He swung round angrily. ‘Once again you appear to forget,’ he spat, ‘that you are both my prisoners! I can do with you as I wish!’
Sahria rested a hand on his muscular shoulder. ‘But surely, my lord,’ she whispered, ‘is it not better if we are totally suppliant? Would you not prefer it if we gave ourselves completely of our own will, offering our bodies to whatever debasement you should choose to inflict upon us?’
He eyed her suspiciously, but her words seemed to have the right effect. ‘You would give yourself entirely?’ he wheezed. ‘Both of you?’
Sahria shrugged. ‘As you have so often said, my lord Rapite, we have no choice.’
Rapite leered at her and jabbed a hand between her legs. He pushed his fingers into the soft, wet flesh. ‘Why do you dribble so, princess?’ he muttered.
Sahria didn’t want to admit that her arousal was the result of Calema’s erotic tale. ‘It is your masterful presence that makes it weep, my lord,’ she said. She reached out and grasped his thick cock through his loincloth. ‘It appears that my friend and I have had a similar effect on you.’
Rapite pushed her hand away and moved quickly towards the open door. ‘I will speak to the prince,’ he said, ‘but heaven help you if this is some form of trickery.’ With that he was gone and the door was once again slammed and bolted into place.
‘At least we have the torches,’ said Calema, after a few moments.
‘Let me look at you,’ said Sahria, taking her by the arm, ‘turn around.’ Calema turned her back to her and Sahria bent to examine her tortured bottom. ‘You are badly bruised but the skin is not broken. It will heal quickly.’ She sat back on the cot and watched as Calema walked around the dank cell, looking in wonder at the array of whips, flails and canes that festooned the walls. She took down a particularly vicious looking bullwhip and caressed the thick lash with the tenderness of a lover stroking a hardening penis.
‘Nobody could take a beating from an implement such as this,’ she said with awe.
‘You would be surprised just how much a strong man can take,’ replied Sahria with a grin. Calema replaced the whip and sat next to her friend.
‘I had heard tales of this place, but this was your domain and I was never permitted to enter.’
‘You never showed any real interest,’ Sahria pointed out. ‘You were always too busy with the soldiers or the labourers in the fields.’
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sp; Calema smiled. ‘I could never understand the pleasure in giving or receiving pain. Until now, that is.’
‘Would you wish to administer punishment yourself?’
‘I’m not sure. I don’t think so. I think I would rather be punished.’
‘Is it the pain that you enjoy?’
Calema thought for a moment. ‘Partly,’ she answered, ‘but it is also the feeling of total helplessness. When the guards trussed me up I wanted them to fuck me, but when they merely lashed me with the rope I came as violently as at any time in the past when I had a lover’s rod deep within me. It was because I couldn’t move, I think. All I could do was to kneel there with my bottom presented to them. It was as though I took pleasure in my shame.’
‘Do you remember Mistress Cale?’ Sahria spoke the name with reverence. Calema nodded. ‘Do you remember, then, how she would come to our bedrooms after the day’s schooling and would punish us for our childish misdemeanours? Some of the things she did to me drove me wild.’
‘I think I must have been too young, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.’ said Calema ruefully. ‘She would spank me on my bare bottom and that was often wonderful, but that was all. What did she do to you?’
Sahria sat back and drew her legs up against her breasts and wrapped her arms tightly around her ankles. She smiled, her eyes glinting. ‘I don’t know if I should tell you,’ she teased.
‘Oh, please,’ begged the other, ‘please tell me.’
Sahria paused for a moment and enjoyed the flushed look of youthful excitement and curiosity on Calema’s face.
‘All right,’ she said at last. ‘I remember one time, just after my seventeenth birthday…’
‘Had you been initiated, like I was?’ interrupted Calema.
‘Oh yes. My virginity had been taken by the vizier in just the same manner as happened to you. He was followed by twenty of the most handsome nobles in the court.’
‘I only had fifteen,’ protested the younger girl.
Sahria grinned. ‘I think you will find the count was twenty. It is the custom. You probably lost count.’
Calema shrugged. ‘Possibly,’ she said quietly. ‘Go on with your story.’
‘I was enjoying a delightful time with two young soldiers in my bedroom. I knew it was forbidden to consort with such lowly types, but they were beautiful and had such fine strong bodies. My initiation had left me with a taste for good hard sex, and I would take it wherever and whenever I could.’
‘I know exactly what you mean,’ murmured Calema, her eyes glazing over as she pondered recent memories.
‘I was kneeling on my bed with one of the soldiers pumping into me from behind as I sucked the rod of his colleague. Suddenly the door burst open and I heard the dreadful sound of Mistress Cale’s voice. “What is this?” she demanded, “these men are common soldiers. Remove yourself from them!”
‘I was in such a state of sexual arousal that I remained motionless for a brief moment. Mistress Cale grabbed hold of the two men and forcibly pulled them from me. I turned to kneel on the bed and looked at her face. She was furious and I knew I was in for a most severe punishment. My pussy was already running with my juices, but the thought of receiving a whipping excited me even more.
‘The two soldiers stood at the side of the bed, trembling like cowards. Their cocks hung limply between their legs, still large but no longer threatening. They were obviously terrified.
Mistress Cale glared at them and barked, “Be gone with you!” and they were away in an instant, leaving their clothing strewn around my bedroom floor. I have often wondered how they would have explained their predicament if they were seen rushing naked through the palace corridors!
‘When they were gone Mistress Cale closed the door quietly and turned to face me. For a moment I hung my head in shame, but then I looked up and held her stare; after all, I was a princess!
‘I was determined not to show any fear, but I couldn’t stop trembling, more from lust than terror. She smiled cruelly, obviously thinking I was frightened of her. I asked what she was going to do to me, and my voice sounded like that of a timid child. She walked over to me and grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and yanked it back. She put her face so close to mine that I could smell her stale breath. I tried to turn my face away but she tugged my hair and forced me to look into her eyes. They were blazing with fury. “You know it is forbidden for men such as those to savour the delights of a royal body!” she snarled. “You will be punished in the most severe manner! Do you understand?”
‘I said nothing and she yanked my hair again harshly, causing me to yelp with the pain. “I said, do you understand?” she demanded. I mouthed the word “yes”, but barely a sound came from my lips. She threw me back on the bed and stomped towards the door, opened it, and then stopped and looked round at me. “I am going to fetch my little teaser,” she said, then disappeared from the room.
‘I knew what she meant. Her “little teaser” was a vicious tawse made from the roughest leather. I had encountered its kiss only once before, when she discovered me fondling myself one lonely night, and I knew the pain would be great.
‘I began to feel afraid. The times when she had spanked my bare rump with her hand were secretly pleasurable, but the teaser hurt dreadfully.
‘My first thought was to refuse to allow her to punish me and to order her from my sight, but I knew she was strong and would easily be able to force me to submit. Then I considered fleeing my room, but again I knew she would find me eventually and that my punishment would be all the more severe. I decided to wait, and to let her do her worst. If I resisted there was a chance she might tell the king, and the soldiers whom I had been enjoying would most certainly be put to death. I didn’t want that on my conscience; they had such lovely cocks.
‘So I lay on my bed in silent acquiescence, waiting for Mistress Cale to return. Her room was only a short walk from mine, and yet she was taking a very long time. It was obvious that she was making me wait on purpose, making me suffer the agonies of expectation. She knew I had experienced her teaser before and that I would be trembling with fear and lust. She was deliberately doing it – making me wait. I imagined her to be standing on the other side of my door, clutching and caressing her vicious tawse. I could visualise her stroking the harsh leather, and I suddenly realised that I desperately wanted to feel it lashing across my bare bottom. In my mind’s eye I could see the ridges and the splits in the leather and sense the roughness of its texture. The more I thought about it the hotter I became. I wanted it; I wanted it badly. I needed to feel the searing pain of the first blow and hear the thwack echoing in my ears as it lashed across my poor, delicate skin.
‘Still she made me wait. I lay on my back with my legs apart and my fingers dipping into the soaking lips of my pussy. I pressed my knuckles firmly against my clit and rubbed myself harder and harder. I turned over so that I was kneeling on the bed with my bottom waving in the air and my fingers still clawing at my oozing sex lips. Why didn’t she come to me? Why didn’t she fling the door open and lash me until I screamed?
‘I pushed my fingers deep inside and then smoothed my juices over the cheeks of my bottom. I knew it would look good; I knew my unblemished skin would glisten invitingly in the candlelight. I dipped my fingers into my hot little pussy again and then brought them to my mouth. I licked my cream from my fingers. It tasted sweeter than any wine. I began to wonder if Mistress Cale’s juices would taste so nice.
‘I rubbed myself again, this time concentrating on my erect bud. I knew I would come at any moment, and was actually crying with lust. I thought of my two soldier lovers and of how well they had serviced me with their cocks. I needed them to come back to me. I wanted them so badly that I felt I would explode with frustration.
‘Suddenly the door opened. I was still kneeling on the bed with my bottom presented to the intruder in the most blatant and
obscene manner. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting for breath. I looked over my shoulder, and Mistress Cale was standing behind me. She was naked, save for a pair of black leather boots that stretched to just below her crotch. The bush of dark hair between her legs was thick and luxuriant, the curls shining with wetness. She was holding her teaser. I stared at the tawse and began to tremble. There was no fear in my mind, no terror of the pain that was to come – just pure, unadulterated lust.
‘She moved to stand at my side and regarded me contemptuously whilst stroking the tawse across her fingers. “Well, princess,” she said, “it seems you are more than ready for your punishment.”
‘She raised one leg and rested her foot on the bed, close to my face. I could smell the scent of her leather boot and found the odour intoxicating. I glanced up at her crotch. The lips of her pussy were open and inviting. She was clearly very highly aroused. There was a long silence, and I watched as a sliver of her juice slipped from within the engorged flesh and trailed slowly down to her foot, looking for all the world like the silk from a spider as it builds its web. For some reason the sight of her vulnerability gave me new courage. I bent my head towards her and licked her cream from her boot. The taste was exquisite.
‘I looked up at her, hoping to see some sign of delight within her normally sour expression, but there was none. I glanced back at her crotch. I wanted to bury my face in the soft folds of her cunt. I had never felt that way for one of my own sex before. Thoughts of my two male lovers, and even the tawse, were momentarily dismissed from my mind. After all, she had come to me virtually naked. Surely there was more in her mind than merely a thrashing?
‘She reached over and touched my bare bottom with the tips of her fingers. I wanted her to slip them within the folds of my slippery opening, but she merely smoothed the palm of her hand over my plump globes. Her breathing was heavy and laboured. I turned my face away from her and licked the toe of her boot again, savouring the acrid taste of the leather. This seemed to please her. She stood erect while I traced the shape of her foot with my tongue, then moved her foot away and presented me with the other boot.
