by Heidi Stone
She let go of his cock and gripped his buttocks, forcing him to push his erection fully inside her mouth while she arched her neck and took him down her throat until his pubic bone pressed against her lips. He groaned again and she eased back until he slipped from her. Perhaps not, she thought. She glanced up at his face, and it was clear from his pained expression that he was endeavouring to hold back an impending orgasm.
Sahria squeezed the glans tightly between her thumb and forefinger. She wasn’t going to be denied. She felt him throb against the tip of her thumb, a threatening pulse, but then he relaxed. The urgency had passed.
She let go of him and stood, curled her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed, and then she turned her back to him and bent over. Resting her arms on the bench, she arched her back and presented her bottom with her legs slightly bent and spread apart. The young man wasted no time. Within seconds she felt him pressing the head of his cock against her sex, and then he slid effortlessly inside her until his groin pressed against her buttocks. His size was nothing compared to what she had endured during the past few days, but it was most pleasurable.
He moved slowly at first, with perfect rhythm, occasionally circling his hips so his shaft rubbed firmly against the rings that pierced her labia. Then he began to move faster, his groin slapping noisily against her bottom.
Sahria lifted her head and gazed into the darkness as the panting youth hammered harder and harder against her, and suddenly she realised they were being watched. She peered into the night and saw a solitary soldier, masturbating openly as he enjoyed the spectacle. She wanted to call him over to join them, so she could take him in her mouth and allow him to fill her throat with his cream, but she thought better of it. She didn’t want to scare her young lover away with a display of such wantonness, and above all, she badly needed to come.
Gripping the bench with one hand she felt between her legs and rubbed furiously, but still to no avail.
The young man must have taken her actions as some sort of encouragement for he started to slap wildly against her, pounding is weapon in and out of her like a man possessed. Sahria heard a groan and looked up to see the watching soldier’s cream erupting from his cock to stream wastefully onto the stony ground, and then her lover joined him in blissful release. His stalk pumped and he grunted as he filled her with his juices. Sahria burst into tears of frustration and pulled from him. Grabbing her robe, she ran sobbing past the guard and back into the palace, leaving a bemused but sated young man standing in the marketplace.
Sahria lay alone on her bed, once more staring at the ornate ceiling. Why hadn’t she come? What was wrong with her? The young man had been handsome, with a perfect body and a beautiful cock. Normally she would have orgasmed freely in such an erotic situation.
She looked across at Calema’s bed. Her friend was lying asleep with one of the twins sprawled between her legs, and with her head buried in the softness of Calema’s crotch. The other twin was sitting with her back resting against the head of the bed, looking across at her through the shadows of the night. The girl smiled, and Sahria beckoned her over. Dutifully, she left Calema’s side and padded across the room. Sahria opened her legs and the girl immediately knelt between them and began to lap her. Sahria came instantly. She gasped and thrust her hips upwards, almost nudging the twin from the bed. The girl sat up and looked at her in surprise, her beautiful face soaked with Sahria’s juices. Sahria dismissed her abruptly with a wave of a hand, and the twin returned petulantly to Calema’s bed.
Sahria turned her back on the others and curled into an embryonic position. For a few moments it occurred to her that perhaps she could only find sexual satisfaction with others of her own sex, but she dismissed the thought from her mind. She knew she loved the sight of a man’s naked body, and the taste of his cock. And the thought of never enjoying the feel of a stiff erection or two pounding in and out of her was preposterous.
She ran a hand absently over the plump curve of her buttocks, and traced the welts that still marked her soft skin. Closing her eyes, she remembered the blissful pain she’d experienced when the lash struck her, and a realisation dawned.
The pain!
The young man’s gentle, albeit persuasive lovemaking had been wasted on her. She needed to feel the delightful agony of pain!
If the young man had somehow shackled her to the bench in the marketplace, and perhaps the watching soldier had whipped her soundly while she was fucked, she knew she would have come over and over again.
Sahria closed her eyes and pictured the scene. She touched herself between the legs and knew it was true. She knew now that her future delights would be as a result of total subservience to her master or mistress.
Princess Sahria had become a slave – a slave to the delights of pain and submission.
Chapter 10
The sounds coming from the other side of the dormitory door were unmistakable. There were male grunts and girlish squeals coupled with the rhythmic panting of strenuous lovemaking. Sahria stood for a moment and listened, a knowing grin on her face. It was still quite early in the morning, and yet her pupils were already indulging in the delights of the pink chamber.
‘I’m coming… I’m coming…’
Sahria recognised the cries of joy as being those of Mena, a virgin just seven days previously. The girls had certainly learnt their lessons well over the last week. She and Calema had instructed them in every diversion they knew and, to their surprise, had learnt many things themselves. As she continued to eavesdrop she conjured up a mental picture of Mena’s lovely body impaled on the stalk of a rampant lover, and the image excited her immensely.
She opened the door quietly and slipped into the room. The eight small beds seemed to be covered by a sea of writhing nakedness. There must have been fifteen or possibly even twenty men enjoying the maidens, and the scent in the room was a strong mixture of sweat and female arousal, that Sahria found immediately intoxicating.
It was apparent from the clothing strewn around the room that the men were soldiers, and it occurred to her to wonder just who was guarding the palace at that moment. She recognised most of them; many had been instrumental in the girls’ tuition.
Zia was on the bed nearest to her. The ebony beauty was lying astride one man, while another was squatting behind her with his cock firmly embedded in her bottom. A third soldier was feeding her suckling mouth with his equally stiff erection.
Next to her, Mena was lying exhausted on her bed with her lover’s head between her thighs, her eyes glazed and her face flushed as testament to her recent orgasm.
As was their wont, the twins Shalma and Lisha were pleasuring a single young man, who they merely required to lie on his back while they worked on his genitals with their tongues.
Jo-Jo had been tied by her wrists to the head of her bed. She was kneeling with her bottom presented in the most blatant fashion, and a small procession of men took it in turn to impale her luscious treasures.
Su-Lee was in a similar position, sucking an erection while two other soldiers were caning her bottom with thin switches. Sahria couldn’t help but question the wisdom of the guard the oriental was sucking. A more stinging cut from one of the canes would surely cause her to sink her teeth into his vulnerable flesh.
But it was Aisha who presented the most erotic sight. The petit blonde could barely be seen under the writhing mass of male bodies that seemed to be swamping her like some monster from the annals of mythology.
She was lying in a similar position to that adopted by Zia, her slim legs stretched over the supine form of one man, who was thrusting his cock into her pussy while another erection plundered the forbidden depths of her bottom. Two men knelt before her face and, incredibly, she was managing to accommodate both of them in her mouth. Two more guards stood on either side of the bed and she was clutching their erections, gently rubbing them up and down. The final two
men stood at the base of the bed and were using her dainty feet to masturbate.
Yes, thought Sahria, her pupils had learnt their lessons well. They were ready for the prince’s pleasure. She slipped silently out of the door, happy to leave the girls to their pursuits of pleasure, and headed back to the blue chamber.
It was as she entered her room that she suddenly realised she hadn’t seen Agita, but assumed her charge must be in the company of the prince. For some reason Sarne seemed to have a preference for the girl. It appeared strange to Sahria that it should be so; Agita was facially lovely, but her body was plumper than the others, albeit in a voluptuous way. Nevertheless, Prince Sarne had called her to his chambers on no less than four occasions during the past week.
Sahria felt a pang of envy. Apart from the wonderful time in the marketplace, the prince hadn’t approached her in any way, and she yearned to feel him ploughing into her once again.
And so she decided; he had teased her for long enough – it was time for action.
Sahria had selected her clothing carefully, determined that the prince should not reject her advances. She’d chosen a basque of soft black leather that hugged her sumptuous form tightly, her nipples visible through two convenient holes cut into the garment. She had removed the small rings that usually adorned her nipples, and replaced them with larger ones.
To each of these rings she’d attached a long length of chain, which hung tantalisingly from the swell of her breasts. Two further lengths of chain circled her upper thighs, linking to the tiny rings that pierced her labia.
She turned and glanced over her shoulder at her reflection in a mirror. Her rounded bottom was bare, and the marks of previous chastisements had all but faded from her smooth skin. It had been too long for her. She needed to feel the sweet kiss of the switch again, very soon.
Her outfit was completed by a pair of thigh-length leather boots with tall heels; she was not going to be denied this time.
She called two guards and asked that they take her to the prince. By the time they reached his quarters she was almost breathless with sexual anticipation. The door opened and the two men guided her into the room, and Sahria gasped at what she saw.
Agita was lying on a bed with a cushion under her shoulders and her head strained back. Sarne was positioned with his knees on either side of her shoulders, his cock embedded in the girl’s mouth. The guards and Sahria watched in fascination as the prince fucked Agita’s throat.
Suddenly he became aware that he had visitors, and withdrew from Agita’s mouth and slipped from the bed. He stood glaring at Sahria, his cock slowly beginning to wilt, and hanging heavily from his groin. ‘What do you want?’ he barked angrily.
Sahria bowed subserviently. ‘You are the prince, my lord,’ she replied. ‘It is for you to say what you require of me.’
‘Can’t you see that I am otherwise occupied? Are you blind?’
Sahria began to tremble at the fury in his tone, and became angry with herself. Was she not a powerful woman? Had she not thrashed the girls into submission? She took a deep breath and held herself proudly. ‘My lord,’ she said, ‘I can see that one of my pupils has been giving you pleasure. But I have been patient, Prince Sarne. I have trained the girls and they are all ready to serve you. Now I demand my reward, as you promised.’
Sarne strode quickly to stand face to face with her, his eyes blazing. ‘Demand?’ he spat, his voice almost cracking with fury. ‘You dare to demand? You are a princess of pleasure, here only to do my bidding without question!’ He grabbed the two chains clamped to her nipple rings and tugged, pulling her harshly towards him. Sahria yelped with the sudden pain. ‘You are a woman; your position in my court is to be beaten and fucked by me or any other person I choose. Nothing more! Do you understand?’
Sahria found the cruelty of his words strangely exhilarating, and bowed deferentially. ‘Yes, my lord,’ she said, with deliberate subservience in her tone. The prince tugged the chains again, and Sahria bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out.
He smiled, but there was no trace of kindness in his expression. She glanced down submissively and saw, to her delight, that his cock was once more erect. But to her profound disappointment the prince stepped back, looked at her disapprovingly, and then walked to the far side of the room, his cock waving as he moved. He turned to face her again. ‘You will be taken to the great hall, then stripped and shackled to a bench,’ he announced. ‘You will remain there for twenty-four hours with neither food nor drink. Anyone who sees you there may use you as he or she pleases.
‘Once this period is over I will come to you and thrash you severely. Perhaps then you will know your place and regret your impertinence.’ He turned to face one of the servants. ‘See that she is suitably restrained,’ he ordered.
The servants immediately dragged her out of the room and back into the passageway. The door was slammed behind them and, almost immediately she heard Agita’s muffled giggle from within.
If the prince’s words had been meant as a threat to terrify Sahria, they didn’t have the desired effect. Despite the fact that she was being roughly forced to move quickly along the passageway towards the great hall, she nevertheless became more and more excited at the prospect of being shackled and abused for so long. And, of course, she was certain that this time the prince would keep his promise…
The servants did their work well. They saw to it that Sahria was sprawled naked and face down across a bench, with her arms and legs spread on either side and her wrists and ankles securely manacled to the four corners. A cushion had been placed under her groin, not necessarily to offer her some comfort, but to raise her bottom so that her pussy could be seen by anyone standing behind her. The chains attached to her labia were left in place, as were those fixed to her nipple rings. These last chains were tugged tightly and wound around the front legs of the bench, causing her nipples to be stretched painfully.
Their work done, the two men stood and looked down on her prone form contemptuously. She raised her head and glared back at them with equal distaste. One of the men pulled back his loincloth and revealed his thickening tool. It seemed clear to her what his intentions were. The other man followed suit, and then the pair moved behind her so that she was unable to see what they were doing.
She waited for the inevitable prodding at her pussy lips, but instead they oiled her bottom and upper thighs.
Then, upon hearing familiar rhythmic sounds, she strained to glance over her shoulder, and saw both men, rather than using her vulnerability in the way she craved, content to masturbate whilst gazing at her tethered form. Sahria felt humiliated in the extreme, but remained silent. She would not beg, and certainly not of servants.
A few seconds later she felt a warm spray across the tender skin of her bottom as one and then the other ejaculated. The men sniggered disdainfully, and having taken their pleasure, walked off, leaving her to her fate.
It was not long before Sahria heard footsteps; her ordeal was about to begin!
She raised her head as best she could. There seemed to be dozens of people entering the hall, and she guessed the two servants would have ensured that word of her plight got around the court very quickly. The people began to chatter excitedly. There were both male and female voices, some of which she recognised. This was far more degrading than what had happened in the marketplace. At least there the people couldn’t see her face and she couldn’t see them, and they had been strangers of the city. This time most of the onlookers would be people she knew, and many of them would have suffered at her hands in the past. Now they had the opportunity to wreak their revenge, and she was certain they would not shrink from the task.
The people crowded around her, like curious children seeing a curious animal for the first time. Somebody touched her bottom and she shuddered involuntarily. Somebody else slipped two or three fingers inside her pussy. ‘She is as wet as a whore’s mouth!�
� exclaimed a male voice.
‘She’s no better than a whore herself,’ said a woman venomously. The crowd laughed. More fingers probed her roughly, two or possibly three different hands exploring her juicy depths simultaneously, and she secretly ached for a cock to plunge into her to sate her rising lust.
‘Lash the bitch!’ someone yelled, and his cry was taken up immediately by others in the rabid mass.
Sahria closed her eyes and waited for the pain. She detected a familiar scent and opened them again. An erection was inches from her mouth, the owner kneeling in front of her face. She could have raised her head and looked to see who it was, but it somehow didn’t seem to matter, so she parted her lips and engulfed the stalk. Whoever it was came immediately and bathed the back of her throat, and she swallowed the cream gratefully.
The man slipped his drooping phallus from between her pouting lips. A thin trail of his juice hung between it and her lips like a strand of spider’s silk.
Then she heard a swish and felt a stinging pain as a cane cut her across both buttocks. She was thankful the man had come when he did, for she would certainly have bitten into his cock with the shock of the blow if he hadn’t. The crowd cheered and a second stroke was delivered, this time across the lower part of her bottom. But the third cut was the worst, she howled, and the crowd cheered again.
The pain was agonising. Whoever was caning her either hated her or simply relished the task. Three more strokes were delivered with somewhat less severity, until her tormentor tired and she heard the cane fall to the marble floor, and numerous hands mauled her bottom, as if to feel her pain.
