by Heidi Stone
Then all the fingers were withdrawn. Somebody gripped her thighs tightly and, at last she felt the welcome intrusion of a long and extremely thick cock entering her sex. She moaned with delight. Her groans became immediately muffled by another rigid stalk being forced into her mouth. Using all her expertise she brought him to orgasm within seconds, and once again swallowed all he had to give.
Not one, but two cocks replaced him. Sahria licked their spongy ends for a few moments, then managed to take just the bulbous heads within her mouth. It was enough for them. They came quickly, rivulets of sperm dripping from her lips and running over the smooth rubber of her hood. The other man, meanwhile, was gently fucking her with long, deep strokes. His fine erection stretched her honeyed depths beautifully, and filled her completely. With each forward thrust the head of his large cock touched her cervix and sent waves of pleasurable sensations throughout her groin, while the thickness of his rod meant it rubbed constantly against her erect clitoris.
He pumped steadily without altering his pace or rhythm. He used every inch of his superb cock, sliding the full length effortlessly into her sheath, withdrawing almost completely until just the tip remained within the grasp of her sex lips, and then thrusting into her until his balls pressed against her wet bottom.
Sahria loved the way the stranger was fucking her. There was no animal urgency; no rapid but all too brief thrusting; just steady and very long strokes. She felt it could go on forever. The crowd was forgotten, as was her discomfort at being suspended by her wrists and ankles. Having a huge prick deep inside her seemed to give her body all the support it needed.
She felt the man run his hands tenderly over her naked body until he cupped her breasts. He pinched the nipples, which caused her to gasp with delight. Then he managed to ease his head between her stretched arms and she felt him bite each nipple in turn. He suckled the engorged buds alternately, occasionally nipping them between his teeth. He worked her breasts expertly, charging her body with new and exciting sensations as he continued to fuck her with the same long strokes.
While he was still sucking one of her breasts Sahria felt him move a hand down her body, until he began to slide his fingers along the cleft between her buttocks. He tickled her anus, and this simple touch made her shiver. Her buttocks were stinging again, the numbness having worn off. The combination of the delightful sensations of sexual intrusion, the hot aching of her bottom, the expert suckling of her nipples, the gentle but totally satisfying way he was fucking her, and now the teasing touch to her well greased anus, was almost too much for her to bear. She longed for someone else to force his cock into her mouth to complete the joy she was experiencing, but for some reason no other peasant touched her.
Sahria began to wonder what her unseen lover looked like. He was clearly a fit man. His thigh muscles felt taut and muscular and his grip of her breasts had been firm, although the skin of his palms had felt unusually soft. Perhaps he was an officer of the guard, unused to manual labour.
But it was his cock that impressed her the most. It was so long and so very thick. Even the prince himself, with his wondrous stalk, would not be able to fill her more. The bud of her clitoris throbbed against the bone-stiff flesh of his magnificent weapon, and Sahria knew she was coming. She began to pant heavily and groan loudly as she neared her climax.
Suddenly, her lover stopped moving and held his stiffness deep within her succulence. Sahria couldn’t believe it; she was so close. ‘Fuck me…’ she begged, ‘fuck me hard!’ But the stranger ignored her plea and the feelings of impending release subsided. Sahria sighed her frustration, and then he was moving again with the same easy strokes. Yes, she thought, this time… this time…
He stopped again at the crucial moment. He was teasing her in the cruellest manner, and she felt like crying. She ached for release, but he was denying her the ultimate pleasure. He began to fuck her again, and she gripped his rutting pole tightly within her sex flesh. She wasn’t going to be denied a third time.
Suddenly her unseen lover began to pound in and out of her like a man possessed. The thick head of his cock hammered against her cervix and his gnarled stem rubbed rapidly against her throbbing button, and she was coming. The fires of joy took control of her senses and she screamed. She screamed again as a second orgasm hit her, then a third, and then a fourth. She had never experienced anything like it before.
Gradually the stranger slowed his movements and then slipped from her. Although fully sated Sahria felt empty, needing more. She vowed to herself that she would discover the identity of her unknown lover and follow him to the ends of the Earth, should he wish it. She felt him run his fingers along the wet cleft between her buttocks, and then she groaned happily as he eased three or possibly four of them into her slippery anus. He twisted and turned his fingers inside her, and she knew. He was going to fuck her there. He was going to force his huge cock into her virgin bottom! Jama had prepared her well, but the prospect still terrified her.
But there was nothing she could do, and that was quite evidently the whole point of the punishment. The once royal princess had to succumb to the basest of humiliations in the presence of the scum of the city, and suddenly she became aware once more of the crowd. They had watched her being whipped and spanked, they had witnessed her take cock after cock into her mouth, and they had seen her being fucked. Now they were about to witness her lose her final dignity.
Sahria knew she would be unable to resist him. The way he probed and turned his hand within her tightness gave her the most pleasant and relaxing of feelings. His exploring fingers felt wonderful inside her, but now she wanted the real thing, and she finally admitted to herself that she needed it badly.
She wasn’t to be kept waiting for long. The man removed his fingers and Sahria felt him part her buttocks, and she gasped as his bulbous knob touched her anus, and then took a long deep breath as he began to slip his immense length steadily into her oiled sheath.
Her final virginity had been surrendered, given to an unseen stranger!
In a way she had hoped it would be Prince Sarne to be the first to penetrate her forbidden orifice, in the same way he’d taken Calema. She had imagined herself lying on a royal bed, her body naked and oiled with the scented creams of the orient, and her prince would have taken her while musicians played gentle airs and slaves fanned their sweating bodies.
Instead she was in the marketplace, suspended by her wrists and ankles, having her tortured bottom buggered by a complete stranger in front of a crowd of peasants! And yet, the thought no longer troubled her. Instead, she found it incredibly intoxicating. He was deep inside her now. She could feel his muscular thighs pressing against her buttocks and his balls resting against the cleft. He remained still for some moments as if allowing her to get used to this unnatural intrusion. She breathed gently and savoured the feeling of absolute fullness.
At last he started to gently fuck her bottom with long easy strokes, in the same way that he had delighted her before. The tightness of her grip relaxed and he increased his pace. The wooden pole from which she was hanging creaked as her body swung rhythmically in time with her lover’s urgent thrusts.
He moved faster, his thighs slapping noisily against her bottom. Sahria knew he was sating himself this time; there was no tenderness, no concern for her own pleasure. He gripped hold of her narrow waist and began to hammer in and out of her as his fingernails dug into her flesh. His breathing became more and more laboured. His moment was near.
He was pounding against her so hard by now that Sahria feared the frame securing her might break and they would be sent crashing to the ground. The ropes around her wrists and ankles dug into her flesh, and her limbs ached dreadfully, but she didn’t want it to end.
Faster and faster he moved until, suddenly he withdrew. She heard the wet slap as he rubbed himself, and then heard him groan and gasp. The hot cream splattered onto her stomach and breasts, and a cheer rang
out from the watching crowd. More and more of his juices soaked her skin. Sahria could feel it running in little rivulets down the sides of her body. There seemed to be no end to his release. She wondered what a picture she presented now, hanging naked and coated with sperm.
There was a long pause, then somebody clapped, and Sahria heard footsteps as the crowd began to disperse. Then she felt her hands and feet being untied. She was lowered gently to the ground by strong arms and the remainders of her bonds were removed as she sat down, the coolness of the stone beneath her helping to soothe her bottom.
Finally the hood was dragged, somewhat roughly, from her head. She blinked in the evening sunlight, and gradually her vision cleared. Most of the crowd had gone, leaving just a couple of stragglers who were still enjoying the sight of their naked and abused princess.
Sahria pulled herself stiffly to her feet with the aid of one of the guards, and looked down at her body. Her breasts and stomach were coated with streaks of cooling semen.
‘Do you feel that you have been punished sufficiently?’ The voice was that of Prince Sarne, and Sahria swung round to see him standing behind her. He was naked, and his cock hung heavily between muscular thighs.
‘You!’ she exclaimed with sudden comprehension. ‘It was you!’
‘You seemed to enjoy it,’ he replied confidently.
Sahria now realised why none of the peasants had touched her when her well-endowed lover was penetrating her; no one would have dared! She glanced down again at her stained body, and then looked back up at him. ‘I must bathe, prince,’ she said, with an imploring tone.
Sarne picked up his cloak. Sahria thought for a moment that he was going to cover her shivering body with it, but he merely wrapped it around himself, and then held out an arm. ‘I will escort you back to your chambers,’ he said. ‘There you may bathe, and then we will speak of your future.’
They walked slowly back to the palace. Sahria limped slightly, her arms and legs still aching from her subjugation, her back stiff.
But most of all her punished bottom ached, and this was the most wonderful feeling of all.
As Sahria lay soaking in the blissfully warm and scented waters of her bath, she mused on the events of the previous days. One minute she had been the most powerful woman in all the kingdom, with slaves at her beck and call, and the next she was to be seen in the filthy marketplace, naked and trussed like an animal. She couldn’t help but wonder what the peasants must have thought, seeing her in that predicament, her lashed bottom being impaled by the prince’s mighty penis.
She thought about the men who had forced their erections into her mouth, and of how she had willingly swallowed their cream. How they would talk about it in the alehouses tonight! ‘Did you see me?’ she could hear one of them saying to his cronies as they supped from their filthy mugs. ‘I fucked the mouth of Princess Sahria, and she swallowed the lot!’
She allowed a hand to drift in the water and rest between her legs. She playfully caressed her sex lips whilst closing her eyes and breathing in the sweetly scented air. Her bottom still stung, and her pussy and anus still ached as a blissful reminder of the prince’s superb intrusion, but she felt good. Despite the humiliation, or possibly because of it, the last few hours had seen her enjoy the best sex ever.
Princess of Pleasure, Sarne had dubbed her, and she liked the sound of it. She would find many young girls and teach them the joys of pain and subjugation. She would serve the prince and, in return he would serve her with his wondrous cock.
She heard a noise and looked up. Calema had entered the room and was looking at her with a concerned expression on her face. ‘Are you all right?’ her friend asked.
‘Yes, why?’
‘I watched what happened to you; I watched from the window.’ Calema moved over to her and sat on the edge of the bath. She was wearing a short diaphanous robe that did little to conceal the curves of her slender body. Sahria thought how attractively vulnerable she appeared.
‘Do you ache, you know, down there?’ continued Calema.
‘My bottom’s a little sore, but it is worth it,’ Sahria admitted. ‘It was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever enjoyed.’
Calema wet her hands and began to soap Sahria’s shoulders and neck, and Sahria lay back and closed her eyes. ‘I told you it would be good,’ her friend said. ‘The first time I took a man in that way I had the most powerful orgasm ever. The head of his cock seemed to touch something deep inside my bottom that caused the tremors of pleasure to surge through me in an instant.’
‘It wasn’t like that for me,’ said Sahria. She sat up to allow Calema to gently wash her breasts. ‘It was the stretching and the feeling of fullness that was wonderful, coupled with the fact that I could do nothing to resist. I found my helplessness to be intoxicating.’
‘The prince is a very good lover,’ continued her friend. She soaped both of Sahria’s nipples simultaneously, causing them to stand firmly erect. Sahria closed her eyes again. It was the first time ever that Calema had touched her so intimately, and she liked it – she liked it a lot.
‘Would you like me to get in the bath with you?’ her friend asked.
Sahria opened her eyes and regarded the girl carefully. Calema smiled and, without waiting for an answer, stood up and removed her robe. She was naked, her small breasts moving gently in time with the pace of her shallow breathing. She held Sahria’s gaze as she stepped into the bath, and then she slipped slowly into the creamy water next to her.
Their bodies touched lightly together, Sahria feeling the silky smoothness of Calema’s thigh pressing against her own. Calema began to wash her breasts again, but this time she squeezed them while rubbing the palms of her hands against Sahria’s erect nipples. ‘Sometimes a woman needs gentle lovemaking,’ breathed the younger girl.
Sahria looked at her, a half smile playing across her lips. Calema’s words and the look of total desire on her face made her intentions quite plain. For a brief moment Sahria felt unsure; they had been naked together many times in the past, they had even shared lovers on numerous occasions, but they had never enjoyed each other’s bodies before.
Any doubts that she might have harboured were dismissed forever when Calema moved a hand from her breast, slid it down under the water and cupped her already aroused sex. ‘Oh, Calema,’ she gasped. She gripped her friend’s wrist in a half-hearted attempt to stop her, and then caught her breath as Calema’s fingers slipped inside her.
‘Shh,’ whispered the girl, ‘relax and think only of your own pleasure.’
Sahria did as instructed, laying back once more, with her head resting against the rim of the bath and her eyes closed. Calema began to move her fingers gently in and out, worming them against the tender outer lips of her sex. The knuckles rubbed over the erect bud as her fingers danced within her, teasing and opening to allow the warmth of the water to wash against her innermost recesses.
‘Oh, Calema, my sweet treasure,’ mouthed Sahria, her words husky and barely audible. ‘You can have no idea how long it is that I have dreamed of you doing this.’
‘I, too,’ replied her friend, as she increased the rhythm of her intimate caress.
‘Then why have you never approached me in such a way before?’
‘It never seemed right, until now.’ Calema moved her hand forward and slipped all four fingers deep into Sahria’s sex. Sahria gasped loudly as Calema’s thumb tickled her button while her fingers wriggled inside her honeypot.
‘Do you mean, because I am no longer a princess?’ she managed to say.
‘You’ll always be a princess to me,’ breathed her friend.
Sahria turned her face and their mouths met. They pressed their lips together urgently and their tongues darted, searching and probing against each other. Sahria moved her hand between Calema’s legs and quickly found her soft pussy, the lips already open and fleshy to the touch. S
he slipped her other arm around Calema’s waist and then managed to cup her pert bottom with her hand. She clutched the girl’s nether regions with both hands and tugged her body against her own, their mouths still crushed together in the most passionate kiss that either of them had ever experienced. She could feel Calema’s firm breasts rubbing against her own, the nipples as hard as jewels. She rubbed her friend’s pussy rapidly, at the same time easing two fingers of her other hand into the tightness of Calema’s anus.
Calema pulled her face away sharply. ‘I want to lick you,’ she gasped.
‘And I you,’ replied Sahria. With this simple exchange the two girl’s clambered out of the scented waters. Sahria lay a thick woollen towel on the floor and lay on it expectantly. Calema stepped over her, the water slipping down her body and dripping onto Sahria’s face.
‘Sit on me,’ Sahria begged. ‘Sit on my mouth.’
Calema obeyed immediately. She squatted down quickly and offered her sweet sensuality to Sahria’s waiting tongue. Sahria licked the cleft between her friend’s buttocks, and then gazed for a few moments at the beauty of the sight before her hungry eyes. She examined the delicate wet folds of Calema’s pussy, framed by a thin fuzz of blonde curls. She had seen it before, of course, but never so close. The flesh was glistening, not with water but with the juices of arousal. It was quite the prettiest vision she had ever seen.
She licked the cleft again and felt Calema lean forward. Sahria raised her parted legs and Calema began to suckle her sex flesh greedily. Sahria gazed at the puckered sphincter of her friend’s anus. It was hard to imagine something the size of Prince Sarne’s mighty rod slipping comfortably into such a tiny entrance.
It looked too delicious to ignore. She pushed out her tongue and playfully prodded the tip into Calema’s bottom. The little entrance relaxed immediately, and Sahria was able to slip the full length of her tongue deep inside the welcoming orifice. She moved her tongue slowly in and out, orally fucking Calema’s bottom while her friend happily guzzled her hot pussy.
