Of Pain and Delight

by Heidi Stone

  ‘I am Mistress Sahria,’ came the curt reply. ‘And this is Mistress Calema.’

  The girl bowed and slumped onto another sofa. Her companion, a taller girl with a shock of bright red hair joined her without a word.

  ‘Did I say you could sit?’ demanded Sahria angrily as she rose and towered over the two exhausted figures.

  ‘Please, mistress,’ said the second girl, ‘we are drained. The prince is a most demanding lover.’

  ‘Stand!’ barked Sahria. Shocked at her sharp tone, the two girls quickly struggled to their feet. ‘Remove your smocks!’ They obeyed without another word while Sahria examined their bodies dispassionately. The smaller girl had tiny breasts and a lithe shape, with a small tuft of fluffy down between her legs.

  The red-haired girl was opposite to her companion in every way. Although very attractive and vivacious, she was far more voluptuous, with large breasts and broad hips. Sahria looked with interest from one to the other. It was clear that the prince enjoyed variety in his sexual encounters.

  ‘Turn,’ she ordered. The girls obeyed and Calema gasped. Their bottoms and upper thighs were scored with dozens of welts from the cane. Sahria ran her fingertips over the tortured globes of the smaller girl, and felt the ridges in her soft flesh. ‘Why have you been punished so?’ she asked gently.

  ‘The prince was dissatisfied with us. We tried to please him but neither of us are experienced in such matters.’ The girl took a sharp intake of breath as she was touched on a particularly sensitive spot. Sahria stepped back.

  ‘Turn to face me,’ she said, her tone softening somewhat. ‘What are your names?’

  ‘I am Agita,’ said the redhead.

  ‘And I am Mena,’ said the other.

  ‘You say you are inexperienced?’

  ‘I have had just one lover, other than the prince,’ replied Agita.

  ‘I am a virgin,’ said Mena, as though ashamed of the fact.

  ‘You mean you were a virgin,’ laughed Calema.

  ‘No, no, I still am,’ Mena insisted. ‘I think that is why the prince was so furious and beat us so severely. He is so large, he couldn’t force it into me, it hurt me so much.’

  ‘Don’t worry, Mena,’ said Sahria sympathetically, ‘we will teach you the secrets that will enable you to accommodate any stalk that is offered. What else did the prince do to you, apart from giving you a thrashing?’

  ‘After he had been inside Agita he tried me. When he couldn’t he beat us both and then forced me to suck his weapon. I could taste Agita’s scent.’

  ‘Did you like it?’ asked Calema. The girl hung her head and blushed noticeably.

  ‘Come on,’ insisted Sahria, ‘don’t be shy. There is no room for coyness here. Did you like the taste of your friend’s pussy?’

  ‘I… yes, mistress,’ Mena said quietly.

  ‘Would you like to lick Agita between the legs?’

  The girl looked astonished by the suggestion. ‘No! No, I couldn’t!’ she insisted.

  Sahria smiled and pushed the girl’s head down until her face was close to Agita’s groin. ‘Go on,’ she whispered. ‘She’ll taste delightful.’

  Mena hesitated, and then knelt and moved even closer to Agita’s sex. Sahria looked at the bigger girl and saw that a faint smile of excitement was playing across her lips. ‘Go on,’ Sahria repeated. ‘Lick it…’

  Mena moved cautiously and pushed her tongue out, the tip just appearing between her lips, then suddenly she pulled back, shaking her head. ‘I can’t, mistress,’ she sobbed. ‘I just can’t!’

  Sahria smiled and stroked the girl’s face gently. ‘You will, Mena. Before long you will taste the juices of many girls and you will grow to love it. Now, you were both very rude to me when you entered the room, so you must be punished.’

  ‘Oh no, mistress,’ protested Agita. ‘No more, please. My bottom stings so.’

  Sahria grinned cruelly and the two girls hung their heads. There was a long pause, and Mena began to tremble, clearly terrified.

  ‘I will not beat you this time,’ said Sahria. ‘Your punishment will be humiliation. You will remain naked for one week, or until I say you may dress.’

  ‘A week, mistress?’ queried Mena, aghast.

  ‘One week. Wherever you go in the palace or out to the town, you will appear naked. What say you to this?’

  There was another pause, and then Agita raised her head. ‘Thank you, mistress,’ she said simply.

  ‘And you, Mena?’

  The girl looked directly into her eyes. ‘I will obey, mistress, but if you wish to beat me as well I will not object.’

  ‘Another time,’ said Sahria, musing on how odd it was that Mena and Su-Lee, the two smallest girls of the group, took so much apparent pleasure in being whipped.

  The door to the chamber opened again and the other girls returned. Each was dressed in some form of revealing garment, some made of leather, some of silk, but all erotic in the extreme. They had all chosen well.

  ‘Two of you here have admitted to being virgins,’ Sahria said. ‘Before the real lessons begin we must deal with the matter.’ She looked at Zia, who returned her glance with a smile. ‘Come forward, Zia. The rest of you may sit.’

  The tall Nubian stepped forward to face her. She was dressed in a tight white leather basque, which accentuated her voluptuous form and emphasised her deep ebony colouring. She stood proudly before the others while Sahria turned to Calema.

  ‘Go and fetch one of the soldiers,’ she said matter-of-factly, and Calema left the room immediately.

  Sahria looked at the two black servants who were busily fanning the assembled group. One or both of them would do for Mena, she decided, but Zia must be treated differently. After all, she was a princess.

  Presently Calema returned, accompanied by a bemused looking guard. He was dressed simply in a regulation skirt and studded leather jerkin, and was still clutching his spear. Sahria took the weapon from him and laid it against a wall, and he looked around at the group of lovely females, his eyes wide.

  ‘Now, brave soldier, this is Zia,’ Sahria told him.

  The guard leered at Zia’s mouth-watering breasts as she moved towards him, and Sahria saw to her satisfaction, that the front of his skirt was already starting to rise. ‘Zia is a virgin,’ she went on. ‘She will respond to your every whim and obey any command. All we ask is that you take her with respect.’

  The soldier looked at her incredulously. ‘You mean, you want me to… to have sex with her?’

  ‘Of course,’ Sahria replied, in disbelief that he should ask such a stupid question. The soldier glanced around the room again, evidently concerned that this was some sort of a trick, then he grinned and took hold of Zia’s arm. He made to escort her from the room, but Sahria stopped him. ‘No, no, you must do it here, now,’ she said.

  The guard looked around at the other girls again. ‘You mean, in front of everybody?’ he asked fearfully.

  ‘Can you not do that?’ Sahria goaded. ‘Are you ashamed to show us all what hangs between your legs?’

  He glanced around again and then looked back at Zia, staring once more at her irresistible breasts. ‘No, I’m not,’ he gasped suddenly, ‘and yes, I can do it!’

  Sahria smiled wryly and sat down on a couch next to Calema.

  The beautiful Nubian and the anxious soldier stood motionless for some moments. Eventually Zia looked directly at him and spoke impatiently. ‘What would you have me do?’ she asked.

  The guard reached out and nervously cupped Zia’s breasts in his rough hands. She smiled, reached under his skirt, withdrew his stiff cock, and rubbed him with clear expertise.

  ‘Are you sure you are a virgin?’ asked Sahria, and Zia looked at her, her deep brown eyes shining with lust.

  ‘I have done this many times,’ she said quietly as she continued to mas
turbate the trembling soldier. ‘And this…’ She crouched in front of him and took his cock into her mouth, enveloping the erection with her sensual lips. The guard groaned and Sahria feared he might come before the deed was done. Zia, too, must have realised the danger, for she pulled away quickly and stopped rubbing him.

  ‘Turn and present yourself,’ ordered Sahria, ‘before he loses control.’ Zia obeyed at once. She turned her back to the soldier and bent forward until her hands touched the floor, her legs held straight and spread slightly apart. Sahria gazed appreciatively at the sumptuous curves of her perfect bottom, the deep cleft between her buttocks and the engorged lips of her glistening cunt. The guard shuffled forward, his cock jutting like a spear, ready to impale his victim. The other girls crowded closer to witness their companion’s defloration. Sahria smiled to herself; Zia would be a more than responsive pupil, of that she was certain.

  The guard gripped Zia’s bottom and thrust his bursting cock deep into her virgin hole in one swift movement. Zia moaned, but it was a cry of pleasure, not discomfort. He began to pump in and out of her luscious body, and it was obvious that he wouldn’t last long. Suddenly he pulled from her, and she turned immediately and knelt before him, taking hold of his cock and rubbing it frantically. The first jet of his creamy release arced across her face and then she took the bulbous head into her mouth and suckled him, swallowing heavily until he had no more to give.

  When he was done, Zia released him from the heavenly grip of her lips and stood erect. ‘That was too quick,’ she said simply to Sahria, who studied her eyes. The tall African was goading her. Her expression was once more proud and defiant. Sahria realised she had made it too easy for her; the mere fact of being fucked in front of the others had had no effect on her. Sahria decided that the girl would be severely punished for her pride and disdain.

  ‘Rejoin the others,’ she said quietly, and turned to look at Mena. ‘Come forward,’ she commanded, and Mena rose sheepishly and walked slowly towards her. Her impish frame was trembling and her face was ashen. Sahria sensed a warm glow of satisfaction at the girl’s anguish. ‘How old are you, Mena?’ she asked.

  ‘Seventeen, mistress.’

  ‘You look younger. Are you sure you are seventeen?’

  Mena looked up at her. ‘Yes, mistress, I swear it.’

  Sahria shrugged; it was of no great importance.

  ‘Are you ready to be deflowered?’ she asked, and Mena suddenly broke into tears.

  ‘Oh please, mistress,’ she sobbed, ‘I am so afraid. When the prince tried to enter me it hurt so much.’

  Sahria rested a hand on the quaking girl’s shoulder. ‘That is because you were not adequately prepared,’ she said. ‘I will see to it that the tiny treasure between your legs becomes so oiled with your juices that you will barely notice the thrusting of the man’s weapon. But first, perhaps a few strokes of the cane will warm your body and help you relax.’

  Mena looked up at her through tearful eyes, her expression transformed into one of delight. Sahria nodded towards Calema, who produced a thin cane and handed it to her. Mena eyed the switch and ran her tongue across her upper lip. Sahria began to wonder how she would ever be able to adequately punish the girl, should she be given cause.

  ‘Lie across the sofa,’ she suddenly ordered, and Mena obeyed at once, happily moving to a nearby couch and spreading herself along it on her stomach. Sahria took a large cushion and forced it under the girl’s hips so that her bottom arched provocatively, the porcelain skin of her buttocks already scored with the marks of her previous chastisement.

  Sahria raised the cane and paused. Mena glanced over her shoulder and looked fearfully at the switch, and then buried her face in the cushions. Sahria noticed she had stiffened her buttocks. ‘Relax, Mena,’ she ordered quietly. The girl’s globes softened and Sahria swept the cane down, cutting her squarely across her bottom. Mena yelped, the sound of her protest lost in the envelope of the cushions. Sahria whipped her again with a little more force. This time the girl made no sound. Instead she arched her back in readiness for more punishment, clearly enjoying what must have been excruciating pain.

  Sahria administered the third blow with all the force she could muster. Mena yelped again, and Sahria dropped the cane to the floor and proudly examined the three new stripes that were quickly forming across the girl’s tortured bottom. She had scored her deeply; the marks would remain for some days to come.

  ‘Turn over onto your back,’ she said after a few moments, and Mena obeyed, lying in naked innocence, her gaze fixed on Sahria. The cheeks of her face were flushed and her eyes shone with excitement. Sahria turned to Calema. ‘Prepare her,’ she said.

  Calema sat on the edge of the couch, stroked Mena’s legs, and gently parted them. Her tiny pussy looked too small to accommodate even a finger, and Sahria felt no surprise that she had experienced such difficulty in absorbing the prince’s mighty length.

  Calema moved forward and rested her head on Mena’s slim thighs. Her face was inches away from the downy covered lips between her legs. She blew gently on the sparse curls, then licked the tops of her thighs, purposely avoiding the touch of her tongue to the dampening hole. Mena whimpered softly and moved her hips as though attempting to persuade Calema to put her mouth to her virgin prize, but Calema continued to tease her. Mena stroked Calema’s blonde hair, and then suddenly gripped it tightly, tugging her face against her pussy.

  Sahria could hear the wet sounds as her friend began to devour the girl’s sex, and then watched avidly as Calema moved back slightly so that Sahria was able to see the tip of her tongue flicking rapidly against the girl’s bud.

  Mena gasped and began to moan louder, raising her legs and drawing her thighs back against her breasts. Sahria glanced at the two Nubian servants. They were both dutifully fanning the writhing couple, but their loincloths bulged with their erections. One of them was looking with more than a little interest at Calema’s bottom, which was sensuously exposed through the rubber suit that encased her lovely body.

  Suddenly Mena squealed in orgasm, and Calema lapped her pussy until her cries of delight subsided. When she was clearly certain that the girl was completely sated she sat back and gently stirred her fingers inside Mena’s oily sex. She looked at Sahria and smiled, her face coated with the girl’s juices. ‘She is ready,’ she breathed.

  Mena sat up suddenly, the look of anguish returning to her flushed face. ‘No…’ she cried, ‘I am afraid. It will hurt…’

  Sahria sighed in exasperation. ‘Shalma, Lisha, take her arms,’ she ordered. The twins did as commanded, clutching Mena’s wrists tightly. ‘Zia and Agita, take her ankles and spread her legs wide.’

  Mena tried to struggle, but the two girls grasped her legs and held them firmly on either side of the low couch. Sahria moved to one of the male servants, took his fan from him, and dropped it to the floor. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, she unclasped his loincloth and the flimsy material fell from his body, leaving him naked, his stalk jutting aggressively. She gripped the bone-hard flesh and tugged it, dragging him towards the squirming girl. She stood next to the servant, still holding his black cock.

  ‘Don’t you want this, Mena?’ she teased. ‘Surely you cannot resist such a prize.’

  ‘I do want it,’ the girl whimpered, ‘but it is so big. I am afraid…’ Her words trailed into a whisper as Sahria released her grip and the man knelt between her legs, and she stared wide-eyed at the jutting monster that rose like a serpent from his bushy groin. He gripped his cock by the root, aiming the head at her succulence. Sahria could see the girl was ready; there would be little or no pain.

  The servant pressed the bulbous end of his stalk against her sex lips and then pushed. The gnarled rod sank into her slowly, he paused when she had accepted about half his length, and then pushed again until their groins met.

  ‘Ohhh…’ was all Mena could utter, as he began to fuck h
er with long slow strokes, gripping her narrow hips with his huge hands. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. The girls released their grip of her wrists and ankles and she wrapped her arms and legs around his heavy body. She dug her heels into his thrusting buttocks and clawed at his back.

  Sahria nodded towards the other servant, who immediately dropped his fan and tore off his loincloth, his cock spearing from his hairy groin. He strode over to the rutting couple and held his stiffness close to Mena’s face. She must have sensed his presence because she opened her eyes and stared at the proffered monster, then grasped it in her hand. Her fingers could barely circle the thick stalk, but she rubbed him inexpertly as he pushed it closer to her face. It was clear what he wanted, but Mena seemed reluctant at first, and merely kissed the tip lightly. The other servant was pumping into her hard and fast, swamping her with his bulk. Her lips peeled open in a silent scream and the other demanding cock sank into her mouth. She was unable to accommodate much of his length. Her cheeks bulged as he tried to press more into her, and then he withdrew slightly to allow her to lick around his bulbous knob. Sahria smiled with satisfaction as she watched this erstwhile virgin pleasure two men simultaneously.

  Suddenly the man who was fucking her pulled away and shuffled across her supine form to present his weapon to her face. She let the cock slip from between her lips and the first man immediately came, sending jet after jet of thick cream into her open mouth. Barely had he finished when the other servant followed suit, coating her face with his copious juices. Mena squealed with joy as her own orgasm tore through her young body and the other girls clapped and cheered with delight. She writhed and bucked her hips, almost forcing the man squatting over her to fall from the couch, and she grabbed herself between the legs and rubbed frantically until she was drained.

  The cheering stopped and the two men struggled to their feet. They donned their flimsy garments and once more took up the fans. Mena lay limp, allowing the movements of the fans to cool her sweating body. Her face and hair were coated with streaks of jism and her expression was one of total satisfaction.