by Heidi Stone
‘Do you feel ready for the prince, Mena?’ Sahria asked.
‘Oh yes, mistress,’ she panted. ‘I feel ready for anything.’
‘There is a lesson to be learnt here,’ continued Sahria, addressing the entire group. ‘Anything is possible, and indeed most pleasurable, with the right preparation. You will learn much from Mistress Calema and myself and I am sure from each other. By the time we have finished with you the prince will want no other consorts.’
Hearing this, the girls giggled and chattered excitedly.
‘Silence!’ barked Sahria. ‘You may not laugh without permission. Now you must all be punished.’
The room fell into silence.
‘A dormitory has been set aside for you to the rear of these chambers. Go there now, remove all clothing, select a bed each, and await my displeasure.’
The girls trooped out of the room sullenly and headed in the direction she had indicated.
‘What are you going to do with them?’ asked Calema.
‘The prince will visit us shortly. I want him to see that we have subjugated them all.’
‘And how will you do that?’
‘Just you wait and see,’ Sahria said, with a knowing smile.
Sahria strode purposefully through the door to the dormitory, followed by Calema, who was carrying numerous short lengths of rope. The girls were all sitting dutifully and in silence, one to each of the rude metal cots. The room was sparsely furnished and meanly decorated. There were no curtains to draw across the large windows and the sun streamed in, the atmosphere stifling.
‘You will kneel on your beds, facing the wall with your bottoms held high,’ Sahria instructed. ‘Be proud of your little backsides, ladies, they are your most prized assets.’ The girls glanced at each other in apparent confusion, and Sahria clapped her hands angrily. ‘Quickly!’ she demanded, and they rushed to obey.
Soon they were all kneeling with their bottoms presented to her gaze. Before her were eight perfect posteriors, some scored with the marks of the lash or cane, others smooth, all inviting. Their shapes ranged from the boyish charm of Mena’s little bum, to Agita’s fleshy mounds.
Sahria took some of the ropes from Calema and motioned to her friend to begin at the end of the line, while she moved to Zia, who occupied the narrow cot nearest the door. Sahria gazed hungrily at her superb sable buttocks. Their arrogant thrust seemed to be demanding immediate satisfaction, and Sahria vowed that it wouldn’t be long before she was able to witness the thickest of cocks plundering the virginal depths of Zia’s sweet arse.
Three dark red stripes decorated the otherwise flawless globes, enticingly criss-crossing each other. Sahria parted Zia’s buttocks and admired her dark anus. She licked her lips but resisted the temptation to run her tongue in the deep cleft. There was work to be done.
Deftly she tied lengths of rope around Zia’s wrists and ankles, and then secured them to the corners of the metal cot. Moving to the next she repeated the operation with Aisha. As she looked at her sweetly upturned bottom Sahria wondered how the girl could be so promiscuous and yet manage to appear so innocent. She ran her fingertips along Aisha’s silky pussy lips from behind, and imagined a succession of demanding cocks slipping effortlessly between them; another vision she fully intended to enjoy for real in the none too distant future!
Next it was the turn of Su-Lee, the beautiful mute oriental. Once she had fully restrained her Sahria slapped the girl’s bruised bottom with the palm of her hand. Su-Lee gasped with delight, so Sahria slapped her again, and then moved on.
Now it was the turn of Jo-Jo, the curvaceous Nubian. Although she was positioned in exactly the same manner as all the others, her bottom appeared even more inviting to Sahria. The sensuous globes of dark flesh glistened with perspiration, and the pert thrust of her buttocks was such that her anus and the fleshy folds of her sex lips were clearly visible.
Sahria tied her firmly to the bed and then knelt between her legs. It was too much for her to resist, so she bent forward and licked the sweat from the deep valley between Jo-Jo’s buttocks. Her taste was sweet and her scent was arousing in the extreme. Sahria circled the black sphincter with her tongue and then prodded inside. Jo-Jo moaned with pleasure.
Sahria raised herself and slapped the girl’s bottom, and then moved to stand once more in the centre of the room. Calema joined her, having securely bound the other four girls to their beds. Sahria surveyed the scene before her; eight wonderfully feminine bottoms, ready for the prince’s pleasure. She felt justifiably proud; Sarne would surely be delighted with her work.
Sahria returned with Calema to the main chamber, leaving the girls to wonder as to their fate. She beckoned to one of the servants. ‘Go to the prince and ask him to attend us,’ she ordered. The servant bowed low and then left to deliver her request.
‘Do you think Prince Sarne will be pleased?’ Calema asked uncertainly.
‘He will be delighted,’ Sahria answered confidently. ‘How could it be any other way? The girls are beautiful and totally servile. They are more than ready to do his bidding, every one of them. Even Mena has been prepared in order to accommodate his weapon without too much pain. Yes, the prince will be pleased.’
The door opened and two burly guards entered the room. They stood motionless on either side of the door as Prince Sarne walked in. He was dressed simply, wearing just a leather skirt and tunic.
‘They are prepared for me already?’ he asked incredulously, and Sahria nodded. ‘Then take me to them,’ he demanded.
The two females led the way, closely followed by the prince and his guards. They entered the dormitory and the door was closed behind them. Sahria and Calema stood back proudly, while Sarne stood in silence for some moments, and then walked slowly along the line of beds looking carefully at each upturned pair of buttocks.
He swung around suddenly to face Sahria and Calema. ‘Why are they not all marked?’ he demanded.
‘It was not always necessary,’ replied Sahria, more than a little confused by his apparent anger.
‘Of course it is necessary!’ he exploded. ‘All women must know the pleasures of pain and servitude before they can fully understand the delights of submission and true subservience! Fetch me a switch! I will thrash them all!’
Calema scurried out of the room to search for a cane. ‘I don’t understand, my lord,’ protested Sahria. ‘They are all willing. Even Mena, the virgin you could not deflower, has been prepared and will now easily accept your wondrous penis.’
The prince walked along the line of cots again until he came to Mena. He stroked her soft bottom and then slipped his fingers into the succulence of her pussy. ‘She is indeed well oiled,’ he said, ‘and her backside has been severely beaten.’ He put his wet fingertips to his lips and Sahria saw to her relief that the front of his skirt was rising. Perhaps she would be forgiven.
Sarne licked Mena’s juices from his fingers and then slapped her bottom, causing her to cry out. He walked back to stand facing Sahria and stared unblinkingly into her eyes. ‘My orders were explicit,’ he said calmly. ‘They were to be fully prepared. You have chosen to ignore my instructions.’
‘Please, my lord, I—’
‘Silence! You will be severely punished. But first, I will do your work for you.’
Calema returned as he spoke, and he snatched the cane from her and marched quickly to stand beside Zia’s cot. He raised the switch and then brought it down swiftly across her rump. Zia cried out in pain, but Sarne ignored her and moved to stand next to Aisha.
‘See?’ he bellowed. ‘Not a mark! Not even a bruise from a slap! Her arse should be red-raw by now. How will this girl ever know true pleasure if she has never experienced real pain?’ He brought the cane down on Aisha’s pert bottom and she yelped. He administered four more hard cuts on her and then moved to Su-Lee. A single stroke across her already welted buttocks seeme
d to satisfy him, because he moved on immediately to stand beside Jo-Jo.
‘Such a fine, arse,’ he muttered, his expression breaking into a leer. ‘How could you resist such an invitation?’
Sahria lost count of the number of times the cane whipped across the poor girl’s bottom before he moved to Shalma and then to Lisha, dealing with them in similar fashion. For some reason he ignored Mena and moved to the last bed. Agita knelt before him, her bottom already heavily scored from the beating he had previously administered. A single but nevertheless painful stroke was all she suffered.
The prince dropped the cane and then stood behind Mena’s bed. He stared at her severely marked buttocks. ‘Beautiful,’ he was heard to mutter under his breath. He pulled his skirt back to reveal the full extent of his erection and clambered onto the mattress behind the trembling girl.
Sahria noticed Mena grip the ropes that secured her wrists to the bed, and knew she was terrified.
‘Let us see just how well you have prepared this one,’ Sarne hissed. He gripped his cock by the root and pushed the bulbous tip against her puffy sex lips. Suddenly he lunged forward and plunged in to the hilt. Mena whimpered pitifully, but he merely laughed. He withdrew until she held just the head of his weapon inside her body, and then thrust forward again until his belly slapped against her bottom. Mena cried out once more, but this time Sahria knew it was a cry of delight.
Sarne pulled from her and clambered from the bed. He pulled his skirt across himself to conceal his already wilting phallus. Sahria wondered at his self-control, and glanced at Mena. She could see her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs, and knew that her young charge had enjoyed the experience immensely. She also considered that Sarne could at least not fail to be pleased with this part of the preparation.
The prince turned to his guards. ‘Take Mistress Sahria and Mistress Calema to the black chambers,’ he said. ‘Strip them, fuck them, and then have Rapite prepare them for the snake!’
Chapter 9
Sahria struggled valiantly but in vain as the soldiers shackled her once more to the rigid wooden frame in Rapite’s dismal dungeon. This was all so unfair, she felt. She and Calema had done all that he had asked of them; the pupils could not have been more submissive. Prince Sarne could have done anything that took his fancy, the girls were bound and shackled as he would have expected, their bottoms presented for penetration or punishment. He could have had all eight of them; they would have complied without a murmur.
The final buckle was snapped into place and she was once again standing, naked and vulnerable, facing the rough unyielding surface of the frame. She looked over her shoulder at Calema. Her friend was lying on her stomach over a low bench with her wrists and ankles tied by thick ropes. Two large cushions had been placed under her groin to force her bottom up in an obscene display of submissive availability.
Calema looked up at her and smiled, her eyes filled with an abject declaration of lust. There was no anger or shame in her expression. She was clearly enjoying her predicament. Sahria felt a familiar twinge between her legs and had to admit to herself that she too was becoming rapidly aroused. She pictured the sight of the prince whipping the girls on their cots with the vicious switch, and tried to imagine what it had been like for them – and the thought thrilled her.
One of the guards approached Calema from behind and raised his skirt. His cock jutted from his groin, proud and erect. He crouched over the bench and aimed his tool at his lush target. Sahria saw Calema’s eyes widen as he slipped his length inside her in one, easy push. She turned her face away, feeling both envious and strangely embarrassed in the witnessing of her friend’s pleasure.
She felt a rough pair of hands pawing her buttocks and knew it would soon be her turn. Although the juices were running from her engorged sex lips she was nevertheless becoming increasingly furious. ‘Get your filthy hands off me, soldier!’ she hissed.
But the man merely laughed and slapped her bottom. She tugged at her bonds and writhed angrily. She knew it was useless, but found that she was experiencing an incongruous delight in her struggle. The guard slapped her backside again.
‘Be still, princess,’ he growled. ‘I have something nice for you.’ She felt him dig his thumb between her buttocks and his fingers slid into the warm wetness of her pussy. ‘The bitch is soaked,’ he sneered to his rutting companion.
‘So is this one,’ panted the other. ‘I swear you could get in here with me!’ They both laughed, the fingers were removed from between Sahria’s sex, and then she felt the familiar prodding of the head of a very hard cock against her moist opening. The soldier slid his length into her with the utmost ease.
‘Oh, this is a hot one!’ the man grunted as he began to pump steadily. He gripped her waist and dug his fingernails into her flesh. There was no finesse in his movements and no subtlety. Sahria was not surprised, she knew these ignorant animals were unlikely to know of the more delicate refinements of good sex. He was fucking her, as simple as that.
‘I think I’ll take this one in the arse,’ panted his colleague.
‘No…’ Calema protested, with little conviction in her voice. Sahria glanced over her shoulder again and watched as her friend’s lover forced his length into her bottom, and the joy on the girl’s face was clear to see.
‘Oh yes, she likes this,’ her man breathed. Sahria’s lover seemed content to thrust in and out of her, the frame creaking as he hammered against her body. Her breasts rubbed painfully against the rough wood and her nipples hardened. Suddenly, he grunted and she felt him throbbing within the tightness of her slippery sheath. She squeezed her thigh muscles, not to heighten his pleasure, but to attempt to force her own orgasm.
Then he was gone.
Sahria felt cheated, especially as she could hear her friend moaning with the joy of her release. The soldier stood by Sahria’s side and looked directly into her face. She looked down contemptuously at his drooping phallus and then glanced back at him with a haughty expression. He covered himself with his skirt and she turned her head away. The soldier slapped her hard on the behind and then laughed loudly, to conceal his awkwardness.
The door opened noisily and the grisly form of Rapite entered. ‘What is this?’ he demanded angrily. ‘How dare you use my chambers in this way?’
‘Master Rapite,’ responded one of the guards quickly. ‘We were ordered by the prince to bring these females to you.’
The squat man shuffled over to Sahria and put a hand against her moist sex. ‘Were you also ordered to fuck them?’ he said with a leer, as he put his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them.
‘Er, yes sir, we were,’ blurted the soldier.
Rapite laughed. ‘Yes,’ he said wryly, ‘I expect you were.’
‘You are to prepare them for the snake, my lord,’ said the second soldier, and Rapite’s beady eyes widened.
‘The snake?’ he said with some surprise. ‘You must have been very wicked girls indeed!’
‘What is this snake?’ Sahria asked nervously.
‘The word is not “what”, it is “who”,’ chuckled Rapite. ‘The snake is one who is in possession of such attributes that even you will be shocked, dear princess.’
Sahria swallowed hard. Surely this man – the one they called the snake – could not been endowed more than the prince himself! And, knowing Sarne’s arrogance and pride, surely he would not permit such a man to exist in his kingdom? It then occurred to her that the man’s weapon might be so grotesquely large as to be comical, more a source of amusement than envy, except of course to the hapless women who must accommodate the thing.
‘You must be well prepared,’ said Rapite, with an evil grin, then turned to the soldiers. ‘Go and fetch four jugs of oil,’ he barked, ‘and then alert the snake that I have need of his services. Bid him attend me as soon as he is able.’ Sahria swallowed hard again. Four jugs of oil? Just how big was
this man?
The oil was brought quickly. Rapite ordered the men to set two of the jugs by the side of Calema, and then to place the remainder at Sahria’s feet. The soldiers obeyed and then stood to attention as if awaiting further instructions. ‘Go,’ snapped Rapite. ‘Leave us.’
‘Sir?’
‘I said go! I have no further need of you.’
Sahria watched them leave, the disappointment clear in their eyes.
When the heavy door was closed Rapite turned to look at her. ‘I will thrash you both first,’ he sneered. ‘The snake likes to see a punished bottom.’
Sahria turned to face the wall, heard Rapite move across the room, and then she sensed him return to stand beside her. She looked round at him again. He was clutching the flat, forked tawse. Her pussy twitched; of all the implements that had been used to lash her poor bottom, this was the one she favoured the most.
She closed her eyes and waited excitedly for the pain, and it came quickly, a sharp blow to her right buttock followed by another to the other plump globe. The rough leather cut into her flesh, sending the pain searing throughout her tortured rear. At least ten more blows followed, each as vicious as the first, Rapite once more proving to be a master of his craft.
He moved to stand by the spread-eagled form of Calema, and Sahria watched hungrily as he administered a similar punishment. The tawse thwacked across the rosy-red cheeks of her friend’s delightful bottom, over and over again, and Sahria noticed that not once did the joy leave Calema’s face.
Rapite returned to Sahria and took up one of the jugs of oil. He cupped his free hand under her buttocks and then she felt the viscous liquid being poured down the cleft. He smoothed the oil into her pussy, then pushed his fingers and thumb effortlessly inside her. She breathed heavily, relaxing to his expert touch as he turned his hand within her delicate folds of flesh, and then spread his fingers to open her even more. She moaned softly. She sensed him make his hand into a fist and then he pushed deeper. Sahria groaned with pleasure; she had quickly come to enjoy this particular deviation.
