Of Pain and Delight

by Heidi Stone

  A greased finger was pushed into her anus up to the knuckle. It hurt a little at first, but gradually the muscles of her sphincter became used to the intrusion and relaxed. The finger was removed and then replaced by two, the oil easing their passage remarkably. She moaned softly, and heard Jama speak.

  ‘Relax, sweet princess, I said I would prepare you.’ The fingers were removed and then Sahria felt an intense pressure against her rear hole. ‘Four fingers now, princess,’ said Jama huskily. Sahria inhaled sharply as her hole was stretched expertly. There was virtually no discomfort, just a remarkable sensation of fullness.

  ‘How does it feel, Sahria?’ It was Calema’s voice, drifting into her consciousness like part of a dream.

  ‘Good,’ Sahria replied, ‘very good.’ Her throat felt dry as she spoke and the strong scent of the rubber was making her head swim. She felt more oil being poured onto her bottom, and then the fingers were turned and twisted inside her. Jama pushed hard, and Sahria suddenly realised that her entire hand had entered her forbidden sheath.

  She groaned. It was uncomfortable in the extreme, but incredibly erotic. She could sense the muscles of her sphincter gripping the woman’s thick wrist as Jama twisted her fist deep within her. More oil soaked her buttocks and the hand was pushed further and further inside. Sahria groaned loudly. The delightful repletion she felt was marred only by the feeling of emptiness within her other aching sheath.

  Jama began to fuck her bottom with what felt to Sahria like the full length of her forearm. She moved it steadily in and out with a gentle curving motion. There was still no pain for Sahria, and her only discomfort was the fierce pressure of the knot against her back. She could feel her juices slipping from the engorged lips of her pussy, and knew she was close to coming. She began to gasp for breath and moaned over and over again with each forward thrust. She wanted to buck her hips in response to the delightful if unusual intrusion, but she was unable to move. The ropes seemed to tighten as she headed towards her inevitable climax. The coarse hemp dug into her flesh painfully, the agony merely serving to heighten her pleasure.

  She felt Jama plunging her fist rapidly in and out. Her clitoris felt like it was ready to burst. She stiffened her thigh-muscles and held her breath, and the orgasm hit her like an explosion of fire, tearing through her lower body with an unstoppable force. Sahria screamed, and she heard Jama laugh. The fist was plunged even faster and Sahria screamed again, this time in delightful agony.

  Slowly, the throbbing within her bud subsided and the hand was eased from the tight confines of her plundered bottom. She was sweating profusely. The rubber hood felt distinctly uncomfortable against the hot skin of her face. She felt someone wiping the oil from her buttocks with a soft damp cloth, and enjoyed its soothing touch. The knot dug against her spine, and she was grateful when gently moved to lie on her side.

  Nobody spoke for some time. Sahria wondered what lay in store for her. Her bottom ached, but the feeling was not unpleasant. She thought it strange that she should have had such a violent orgasm without the slightest touch to her clitoris.

  She wondered if the guards had enjoyed the show. Perhaps they had been standing over her, masturbating while her poor backside was invaded in such a base manner.

  She wanted their cocks. She wanted them inside her pussy and her mouth right now. Surely they would not be able to hold back after such an erotic demonstration. But perhaps they too had come; perhaps their cream had joined with the oil to lubricate Jama’s thick wrist. Sahria wanted desperately to have the hood ripped from her head so she could see the two men and discover whether or not their erections still stood proudly.

  Then she heard the familiar sound of Calema moaning softly. Something was happening to her friend – something pleasurable. Then she heard the equally recognisable sound of skin slapping against skin. Calema was being fucked! One, or maybe both of the guards were sating their lust on the younger girl. Although happy for her friend, Sahria was angry and frustrated. Calema’s whimpers became steady groans of ecstasy, and Sahria felt like sobbing.

  ‘Calema,’ she cried out. ‘Tell me what’s happening!’

  ‘I am being fucked, sister,’ was the simple reply.

  ‘Tell me in detail, so that I can picture your joy in my mind!’

  At first all she heard was the sound of Calema panting steadily, coupled with the distinctly male groans of her lovers. Then the girl spoke, her words taking on the rhythm of her lovemaking. ‘I-am-sitting-on-a-lovely… fat-cock.’ Calema gasped the words with some apparent difficulty. Sahria heard her take a deep breath and then she spoke again, her voice a little more controlled. ‘It is deep inside me, moving up and down.’

  ‘Where is it?’ demanded Sahria. ‘In your pussy?’

  ‘No, it’s in my bottom. The other one is in my pussy.’

  Sahria pictured the sight of the delicious girl sandwiched between the bodies of the muscular soldiers. ‘Keep talking, Calema,’ she begged.

  ‘I can’t, it’s too difficult,’ she groaned. ‘Oh, by Allah’s beard they are both so big!’ The wet slap of groin against groin grew louder and more rapid. Sahria longed to block the sound from her ears, then suddenly Calema shrieked with delight as her orgasm took hold of her. Sahria heard the couch creaking loudly and felt she would die of frustration.

  ‘Jama,’ she ordered, perhaps unwisely, ‘bid one of the guards to come to me.’

  ‘It is too late,’ panted Calema, ‘they’ve both come inside me!’

  Sahria rolled over onto her back with a supreme effort, and felt the knot bite into her spine. She stiffened her limbs and forced herself against the ropes that bound her so tightly. The coarse bonds bit into her flesh, sending anguishing jabs of pain throughout her body, and then, to her delight she felt the touch of a thick cockhead against her soaking sex lips. It appeared that one of the soldiers had not been quite as sated as her friend had supposed.

  ‘Oh, by Allah, I don’t believe it,’ Calema spoke with a hushed, excited voice.

  ‘What is it?’ demanded Sahria. ‘What is happening to you?’

  ‘It is not me… it is you,’ the girl said in wonderment.

  ‘What do you mean?’ panted Sahria, as she felt the thick rod delve deeper into her aching sheath.

  ‘It’s Jama. She – she has a penis! She is both a man and a woman at the same time!’

  Barely had the words been spoken when Sahria felt the incongruous touch of a wet pussy pressing against her bottom as the thick cock filled her own hot cunt. A she-male! She had heard of such unfortunates before, but had never encountered one.

  And now she had one inside her!

  Jama rammed the full length of her cock deep into Sahria’s juicy honeypot and held herself still. Sahria could feel the wetness of the she-male’s cunt against her bottom, and could sense the juices flowing between her buttocks to soothe her aching anus. Despite her initial shock at being penetrated by a she-male, she began to respond by gripping the rod tightly with her vaginal muscles.

  She gripped it as tight as she could with her pussy lips and Jama began to thrust in and out of her. The sensation was so unusual and so mind-blowingly erotic that Sahria quickly began her inexorable climb to blissful release. Jama continued to pump into her steadily, occasionally allowing her rod to slip from the silky grasp of Sahria’s sex, and to rub their pussies together before once more sliding the stiff pole back into the warmth of her sheath.

  Sahria tensed her groin once more to grip the thrusting rod as tightly as she could, wishing her hands were free to fondle the wet sex lips and humping buttocks. Suddenly she heard Jama take a gasp of breath, and then heard the she-male squeal, and the sounds of her lover’s joy brought Sahria over the edge, too. The two crashed together as they orgasmed, grinding their pussies together until they could stand no more.

  Jama slipped the still erect rod from within Sahria and moved away, and Sahria r
olled onto her side, gasping for air.

  She sensed that Jama had risen to her feet. ‘I feel you are now well prepared,’ said the she-male. ‘It is time to take you to the marketplace.’

  Sahria felt herself being raised from the floor, no doubt suspended in a similar way to that described by Calema earlier. Then they were moving out of the room, down the corridor and towards the palace doors.

  Chapter 6

  Sahria felt the cool of the evening breeze brush against her naked skin, and knew she was being carried out into the open. She was hanging by her ankles and wrists from some sort of wooden staff that was being carried by the two burly soldiers who had so recently impaled her beautiful young friend. Her body swung heavily like that of a dead animal, and her limbs ached.

  She heard the sound of voices, many voices coming from all around her. The noise grew into a babble as the faceless crowd seemed to draw nearer. Sahria felt herself being positioned between some form of supports, and she was left hanging naked and helpless in front of the cackling rabble. They were very near to her now; she could smell the sweat on the peasants’ filthy bodies, and could almost taste their stale breath on her lips. They were laughing and jeering at her. Sahria felt an overwhelming sense of hatred for them, and for the prince for putting her in this humiliating position.

  How could this be happening? How was it that she, a princess no less, could find herself trussed up and hanging, naked and hooded in the presence of the scum of the marketplace? She struggled vainly against her bonds and the coarse rope dug into her tender flesh. Her pathetic efforts caused the crowd to jeer all the more. Sahria suddenly felt a deep sense of shame, knowing that this crowd of lowlifes was staring at her nakedness, no doubt each one feasting his or her eyes on her breasts, the lips of her pussy, and even that other place.

  How proud they must feel, she thought to herself, gazing at her obscene display, and looking lustfully at the sex of a royal personage!

  She heard a strong clap of hands, and then Jama spoke. ‘People of the market, pray silence for the Princess Sahria!’ A great cheer rose from the crowd, followed by more laughter and jeers. ‘The noble Prince Sarne has decreed that the princess must be punished for her impertinence! You, the people of the city, will deliver the punishment!’

  A second, far more raucous cheer rang out from the crowd. Sahria struggled again, but in vain. She was terrified. The peasants would surely kill her to avenge her past cruelties.

  Jama spoke again. ‘The princess will hang here for one hour. During this time you may use and abuse her body at will, but do not wound her in any way, nor cause her blood to flow. Sate yourselves with her luscious body, fill her every orifice with your seed, and whip her soundly so that she knows the meaning of true pain!’

  There was a long silence, and then somewhere in the distance a dog barked. Sahria hung helplessly, her heart pounding. She knew that all she could do was wait and hope that the people would not be too severe in their vengeance.

  The shaft from which her body hung creaked with her weight. She thought of them all leering at her, and imagined a thousand pairs of peasant eyes drooling over her, and strangely, found that the thought pleased her. A sliver of her juice slipped from the deep folds of her pussy and trickled down between her buttocks.

  Somebody touched her, a cautious caress on one of her buttocks. Another hand stroked one of her breasts, and then another grasped the other. She began to relax under the gentle, almost tender caresses.

  ‘Whip her!’ The cry was sudden and was immediately met with a loud cheer.

  ‘Yes, whip her!’ echoed another voice, almost manic in its tone.

  ‘And then fuck the bitch senseless!’ yelled a third.

  Sahria felt the hand stroking her bottom move to cup her sex. ‘She’s wet,’ said a voice.

  ‘Whip her! Whip her!’ The cry became a rhythmic chant, rising to a raucous babble as more and more of the crowd joined in.

  Then suddenly the noise stopped abruptly.

  Sahria was left once more to dangle helplessly alone. She heard a girlish giggle and then felt the rough hand of another tormentor stroke her pussy, and then smooth her creamy juice over her buttocks. Clearly whoever was doing this was well versed in the art of flagellation, for the pain would be all the more intense when the whip was administered to her dampened skin.

  She waited, scarcely daring to breathe. The accursed dog barked again. As though taking this as a signal the first stroke came with a suddenness that made her cry out aloud. The rope cut her across both buttocks. The pain tore through her like a knife and she squirmed against her bonds. A second stroke was delivered with equal severity, but she kept silent; Sahria vowed to herself that she would not show pain or fear to this foul rabble again.

  More and more strokes were administered, each one slicing expertly across her tortured bottom, not one missing the mark. Sahria sensed her clitoris hardening until it seemed fit to burst. Her juices flowed and her flesh became numb. The lashing of the rope across her bottom became nothing more than sounds, and she yearned for the exquisite pain to return.

  A final blow cut her neatly across one buttock, with the knotted end of the rope whipping against the soft wetness of her sex lips. She found the pain intense and delightful. Her little bud throbbed with arousal and her juices continued to seep from within her. She heard the rope thrown to the ground, and felt a deep sense of disappointment. It hadn’t been nearly enough.

  Once again she felt the gentle caress of the rough hand on her beaten bottom. The fingertips dipped into her soaking pussy and began to circle, as if attempting to open her even more. She sensed that someone was standing close to her face, and lowered her head back as far as the rope tied around her neck would allow. She could smell the scent of a man, sharp but not altogether unpleasant. She realised at once that whoever it might be was standing with his genitals just inches from her face. She opened her mouth expectantly, and almost immediately felt the touch of a bulbous cock-head to her pouting lips. She opened her mouth wide and took the plum-sized knob within, and lapped around its shape with her wet tongue. Within seconds she felt it throb heavily and tasted the familiar texture of a man’s cream as it filled her mouth. She swallowed hard, while gripping the pumping stem tightly between her lips.

  The man withdrew his rapidly wilting cock from her, only to be replaced by a smaller specimen, which was forced unceremoniously into her mouth until the tip jabbed at the back of her throat. Sahria arched her neck as best she could and swallowed, managing to take much of the length down her throat. The penis was small, probably less than six inches in all, so she was able to accomplish this trick with ease.

  The man began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth, seemingly happy that she was able to take his full length, so that balls pressed against her nose each time he pushed forward. Meanwhile, the fingers continued to delve within the soft wet folds of her pussy. Then the fingers moved away and she waited for the inevitable touch of an erection to her sex lips.

  But instead she received a crisp slap on her tortured bottom. The shock of the blow was such that her teeth rasped hard against the stalk held deep within her mouth, and the man cried out in pain. But he didn’t withdraw. Instead he fucked her mouth rapidly, as though sating his anger as well as his lust. She knew he wouldn’t last long at such a pace, and he came quickly, his groin suddenly pressed hard against her face, crushing mercilessly against her as he emptied his balls into her throat. Sahria swallowed heavily, fully aware of the effect her undulating throat would have on her unseen lover.

  Her bottom was slapped again, harder this time, then again and again. The stinging blows sent shocks of delight throughout her lower body. She allowed the now flaccid penis to slip from her mouth and then, as she expected, welcomed yet another stiff intruder between her lips and down her throat.

  There were more spanks, and then the rope was administered again. The pain of the l
ash was far more pleasurable to her than the relatively gentle slaps of the hand, and her juices began to flow once more.

  She began to think what her poor bottom would look like, striped by the rope and red from the spanking she had received, and the thought excited her immensely. Six more lashes were delivered with the rope. Two of them made contact with her sex lips, the second bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She allowed the man who was fucking her mouth to ease his weapon from her until she was suckling just his cock-head. She wanted to taste his cream, knowing it would be enough to give her the release for which she craved.

  She circled his knob with her tongue, purposely licking under the ridge and around the glans, all the time suckling the thick stem with her pouting lips. He came with a roar and his seed jetted over her tongue to the back of her throat. She lapped the sperm greedily, savouring the texture and the taste while continuing to suck hard on the throbbing tool until he had no more to give.

  Somebody touched her bottom – just a simple touch, nothing more, but it was enough. With a muffled cry she came; not a strong orgasm but a gentle, welcome release. The man removed his wet cock from her mouth and she gasped for air, finding it difficult to breathe through her nose due to the restrictions of the hood.

  Fortunately it was some minutes before another stiff rod was forced between her lips. She was left to hang alone for some moments, and could hear the people moving about, some of them talking under their breath. The sight of their erstwhile princess in such an inappropriate predicament must have filled them with wonder and disbelief.

  Presently, the fingers of three or maybe four hands began to paw at her pussy. They tugged at the rings that pierced her soft outer lips, and delved deep inside her. She felt two or three fingers being pushed into the greased sphincter of her bottom. Jama had prepared her well; there was no pain, only pleasure.