by Various
As they came out into the busy street, Josef could feel the sexual tension in her body. He could feel it in the way she reacted to his hand against the small of her back, propelling her to a fate just beyond her control. And he almost felt that he was playing out the role of a true Tormunite lord, who might at any moment choose to stop her, draw her to the middle of the street and publicly whip her perfect buttocks while a stranger’s searching fingers, clutching her cloth pouch, slowly milked the delicious goodness from her.
At the marketplace many pairs of eyes were distracted by Leah. The low sunlight gave way to torchlight and the glow from the cooking hearths. Droves of people moved slowly past the stalls while the scent of herbs, yeasty bread and roasting meat laced the air.
‘Apothecary!’
‘Honey-roast pheasant!’
‘Harness! Tackle!’
‘Trinkets for the damsel’s hair!’ The beaming girl swathed in necklaces pushed up to Josef, proffering an armful of brooches. Josef chose for Leah a pink pearl grip. He slipped it into her hair then ushered her down a side street towards the sound of drums. When the scene opened before them, Josef stood behind Leah, holding her gently by the shoulders. She was trembling. ‘Who are they?’ she whispered. ‘Why are they chained so?’
They were nude girls fastened to a single long copper chain. They had evidently been chosen for the beauty of their figures and their breasts. The guards were preventing idle onlookers from entering the enclosure.
Josef simply held up the hand bearing the Talisur ring and the sentinel buckled into subservience. ‘What mission are you charged with?’ Josef asked him.
‘A consignment for Menirg, my lord.’
The name meant nothing to Josef, but he was unwilling to reveal his ignorance by enquiry. ‘May we inspect them?’
‘Of course.’ The sentinel’s gaze fell on Leah, whose shirt was open and whose cloth pouch had ridden up, clasping high between her legs.
From inside the building came the distinctive sounds of spanking. As the chained girls outside froze, the sentinel explained that a second team was in the building and was being punished for a clique of elders of the town, who preferred to keep their sexual predilections private from the masses. Leah clung to Josef as he took her inside.
Their entry stirred little notice from the elders, though it coincided with a lull in the punishment. There were about a dozen chained slave girls. All had been depilated according to the Tormunite custom, so as to leave the sex bare to the viewer. Some faced forward and others faced the wall, their buttocks reddened, their legs outspread. The elders were comparing them in vulgar tones which heightened Leah’s trepidation. A blonde girl wearing only a footman’s open brass-buttoned bright-blue jacket and boots had been administering the punishment with a leather belt, and had presumably dictated which way each girl should face to receive it. One girl at the end of the line was crouched on a stool.
The blonde girl did not seem to belong with either the soldiers or the elders. She now refastened the leather belt around her bright-blue jacket at the waist, but left her breasts still visible. Each girl had a large, gold, circular, hinged clasp inserted through a fresh piercing in one of her labia, usually the right one. The clasp fastened her sex to the copper chain. A tiny lock across the jaws of the clasp could be opened by a simple key carried by the guards. The blonde girl took the key and moved slowly down the line, passing breasts of breathtaking fullness and tight, trembling buttocks striped with weals.
Josef moved Leah gradually closer as the sexual inspection proceeded. The elders, seemingly keen for her to watch, made way. Josef grasped the thong at the back of her waist and gently drew it tighter, making Leah’s chained sex bulge against its cloth as he walked her through the cluster of men.
The blonde girl had stopped in front of one girl. She now inhaled the warmth rising from the naked slave-body which looked little younger than herself. There were red marks inside the frightened white thighs which straddled the copper chain. It passed high up between the girl’s legs, behind one buttock and across the front of the other thigh. Her gold labial clasp was pushed upwards by the locked links of the chain, forcing her sex slightly open on one side, creating a sweet distortion in the lip, as if an invisible fingertip were lodged there and the lip were gently sucking it. Josef wondered how much sexual arousal she had undergone. Was her gold clasp hot when the blonde girl touched it? As it was being unlocked it seemed the movement transmitted to the partly open sex induced a tiny tremble in the slave girl’s belly. The chain fell away and the blonde girl now ordered her to stand in the middle of the floor with her gold clasp dangling open, a glittering bait. Then one of the soldiers lifted the slave into a sitting position on the table while the blonde girl stared at her, silently demanding access, her expression an eerie blend of desire and chill.
Josef glanced at Leah, who gazed transfixed as the girl on the table obediently and tearfully opened herself with her fingers. There was neither murmur nor movement from the elders. The chained slaves watched with half averted eyes.
The gold clasp through the girl’s labium was of a thick gauge. At the point of insertion the flesh of the lip had been forced out all around it to leave a stretched, raised rim. The blonde girl had clearly identified this as a focus of sexual pain because her fingers went straight there and squeezed the stretching. With the first definite gasp she took hold of the clasp itself and drew the lip widely aside and upwards, to expose the clitoris but not to touch it. Then she again squeezed the focus of sexual pain in the piercing. She moved to one side so all could see precisely where her victim was being squeezed. It was as if she wanted to instruct her audience in how to make the slave girl gasp. The girl cast pleading looks about her. Amid the gasps the blonde girl’s eyes slowly challenged the room. The slave girl did not know what to do with herself. Her breathing became uneven as the blonde twisted the now-yielding sex lip by its clasp and rubbed the exposed clitoris directly but very gently.
Josef could feel Leah’s trembling. He slipped his fingers between her legs, holding her pouch, which was moistly hot and tight because her lips were so swollen. He could feel the fine chain links through the cloth. And he could feel the proud flesh around her clitoris.
The blonde again took off her leather belt and clipped its buckle to the girl’s gold clasp. The weight of the belt hung down between the girl’s legs and over the edge of the table, drawing the tortured labium down and making the clitoris stand a little askew for the blonde to play with. The touching was keener now, not gentle, and the tip of the belt was swaying just above the floor. Its steadily strengthening movements were fed by the heightening arousal of the girl. On instruction from her mistress her knees were now bent and her heels were on the edge of the table. Her naked sex was thrusting out over the edge to meet the rough pleasure of the rasping fingers. Then the blonde grasped the leather hanging between the girl’s legs and stroked it, as if it were a heavy dangling phallus. The girl reacted as if the phallus were hers; fluid began seeping down it.
The blonde called for assistance. With the leather drawn tight, the groaning girl sank slowly back. One of the elders moved round the table and the girl suckled him. Another reached across and held the spare nipple pinched tightly between his fingers.
The girl was inexperienced, it seemed to Josef. Her responses were strong because they were probably coming for the first time. Her mouth was open; her head was rolling from side to side. Her slim legs were shivering, her feet standing up on their toes on the table, to permit this sweet violation as the tongue of the belt was now being inserted. Josef’s fingers could feel Leah’s mounting sexual excitement oozing through her cloth, which now clung to her like a second skin.
The blonde had furled the end of the belt to make a tube which she was very slowly inserting not into the sex but into the anus, pushing firmly as the anus progressively opened in small, chaste, shy gulps and one by one the eyelets in the tube of leather disappeared.
Leah kept pushing ba
ck against Josef. She must have known even before touching him that he was in erection. She stood on tiptoes and opened her buttocks: she wanted him to push his fingers or his penis under her cloth and touch her anal skin.
Just as he stretched the cloth aside, the girl on the table gasped loudly: the leather belt had gone into her as far it could and her throbbing clitoris protruded like a bulb. The blonde in blue now began to draw the instrument of stimulation out just as slowly and steadily as she had pushed it in. The eyelets popped out one by one. Each emergence seemed to cause a little echoing pulse of retraction in Leah’s anal skin, which Josef had been very gently caressing with two fingers. The girl’s clitoris bulbed throughout the withdrawal.
The elders, their penises poking, began to crowd closer to her, blocking the view completely. Leah whispered: ‘Shall she have to drink their yield?’ Again Josef thought about Leah’s envy of the girl with two suitors on the stairs.
Josef drew Leah by the thong and led her to a quiet corner.
‘Feed me, master,’ Leah whispered, touching the hardness of his penis through his clothes. And she surely knew that he was already leaking. Her sweet mouth was open suggestively, wide enough to take the thickest penis. She started to kneel in front of him but he stopped her. He rolled up his sleeves, that his bare arms might embrace her nakedness. He found something deeply satisfying about playing with her when she was already aroused almost to the point of no return. Her lips were warm and searching; her underarms were moist and hot against his bare forearms; her little breasts were trembling. She was at the stage of receptiveness where he might easily have put her to one of the prurient elders for pleasure, and her flesh and mouth might gladly have received it. Josef gently teased her, scratching her bulging pouch until her honeyed lubricant welled through the cloth and ran under his fingernails.
The blonde girl had stood back, her blue jacket open, her leather belt now dangling from her hand. The first groans of pleasure were coming from the elders and Leah’s eyes peeped keenly round Josef’s elbow. He moved to one side so she could see the semen begin streaming. These men, though old, gave copiously. He knew that Leah loved to watch such scenes. Each splash upon the girl’s breast and neck made Leah’s bright eyes glitter. Leah’s lips spread again as if in suck upon a penis. Josef pulled her shirt over her head, up her arms and bound her wrists with it. With one hand he pinned them above her head and against the wall. Her little breasts now looked fatter; her belly bulged as her legs bowed open. He lifted her pouch to one side and she murmured as her sex protruded through the gap. Her eyes were fixed upon the scene but her sex responded to his fingers, now skin to skin with her. ‘Would you like me to put you to the elders like this?’ he whispered teasingly in her ear, ‘with this little bud out for them, so tight and near to bursting?’ And a fleeting stab of pleasure seemed to tremble through her thighs.
The girl, with a spurting penis in each hand, was drinking the leaping silver broth of passion. Other girls were now being penetrated while still chained together – a leg would be lifted and a rampant penis would push aside the gold clasp and slide in above the copper chain.
The wet, chained lips of Leah’s sex slipped hotly through Josef’s fingers. Her clitoris reacted to his teasings like the hypersensitive tip of an exposed bone which kept retreating back into its swollen fleshy hood. He pressed it in and twisted his fingertip gently back and forth against the tip, while on the table the girl’s face, neck and breasts were being drenched in semen. A clear, watery fluid was trickling down the girl’s arm from the wrist that was doing the masturbating. Leah was moaning; her legs were shaking. Josef’s fingertip allowed the sensitive tip of her clitoris to come out once more, only for him to press it into her again, tormenting it. Her oil ran down his finger and coated the Talisur ring. He whispered to her: ‘When we return to the roadhouse I shall hire two young men for you and you shall feed upon their semen.’ She groaned and tried to kiss him. He nudged the ring up against the hot place where his fingertip had been pressing, making intimate contact, mystic ring to sensitive clitoral tip, and suddenly her eyes rolled upwards and a jerk that felt electric went through her body. The climax seemed intensified because she was standing. She was trying to keep on tiptoes for it, trying to keep her clitoris barely touching, trembling, dancing against the ring. Her mouth was wide open, gulping the air that was impregnated so thickly with the scent of semen.
When the pleasure waves were finished Leah slumped forward against Josef. ‘Don’t stop,’ said a voice behind him. He turned sharply on the intruder only to find it was the uniformed blonde girl. ‘You must not stop,’ the girl persisted. ‘I sense that she is barely started.’ She was looking at him with an expression of mild playfulness. ‘My name is Roanen.’ She brushed casually against him but stared at Leah. ‘One could not help but notice her plight.’ Without seeking leave she now unwound the shirt from Leah’s wrists and, pressing it to her face, breathed in its scent. She ran her fingers down Leah’s cheek. ‘She likes men?’
‘She is a virgin,’ Josef warned.
‘I noticed her chain. But you like attentive men, my sweet?’ Leah’s eyes closed softly in assent and her cheek pressed against Roanen’s palm. The first pangs of possessiveness stabbed at Josef’s heart. He tried to fight these feelings. The girl was beautiful and sexual and Leah was aroused. She wanted these attentions.
‘Lift her for me,’ Roanen whispered. ‘Let me touch her love-chain.’ Josef cautiously lifted the trembling Leah and held her cloth to one side. He could feel her heart beating through her back. The slim hands went straight between her thighs, seeking out the points of puncture, squeezing each one tightly against its gold insert, rubbing it and drawing Leah fully open against the constriction of the chain, making her gasp. Her heart was bursting with excitement. ‘See,’ said Roanen, ‘how wide her lips are now parted, despite their chain, how open-mouthed and willing her cunt is, how pliant to the touch.’ Leah’s thighs were shivering. Roanen’s slim thumb went in a little way, a little way into Leah’s body, but it could not go too far. It came out again with a heavy drop of liquid at the tip. Roanen held it up as if it were precious essence. She glanced sidelong at Josef but spoke to Leah. ‘If your master will consent to leave you with me then your night is scarce begun.’ Leah was looking up at him pleadingly.
‘I must have her back in my room at the roadhouse by –’
‘Dawn,’ Roanen interrupted.
She raised her thumb to Leah’s open mouth. ‘Quick my sweet, for it is dripping.’ Leah’s small tongue peeped and stroked off the shiny sexual droplet as tenderly as if it were the pre-emission at the tip of a penis.
DOLLS
Aishling Morgan
About the Author
Aishling Morgan is a fantasy and period erotica writer with a difference – just as you get used to one set of sexual extremities, she pulls out all the stops and gets even weirder. From her period novels which feature the rakes, scapegraces and hangalluses of eighteenth-century Devon, through her present-day pagan erotic fiction, to the fantastical, timeless stories which feature lyrical, gothic fantasy worlds peopled by curious anthropomorphic beasts and which draw firmly on her own zoological training, Aishling Morgan is an erotic writer like no other. What follows is a short story which is exclusive to New Erotica 6 and which appears here for the first time.
Also by Aishling Morgan
THE RAKE
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PURITY
TIGER, TIGER
DEVON CREAM
CAPTIVE
DEEP BLUE
PLEASURE TOY
VELVET SKIN
INNOCENT
AZAI PAUSED AS they reached the shop, catching sight of her face in the reflective black-copper glass of the window – snub nose, freckles and a slight blush of embarrassment. Her sister caught her hand, pulling her towards the door.
‘Come on in, Azai. You’re not a little girl any more, so there’s no need to act like one.’
‘Sorry, Jana,
’ Azai replied automatically.
Jana pushed open the shop door, Azai following. Within, the room was furnished in the same dark glass, mixed with black leather and bronze. Comfortable couches stood against two walls, a desk against the third, with a door beyond. A young woman sat at the desk, her hair and face immaculate, her blouse cut open in the latest style to reveal firm, bare breasts. At the sight, Azai felt an immediate self-consciousness for her own chest, with her breasts displayed through her first open-front top. The young woman stood, smiling as she spoke.
‘Ladies, good afternoon. I am Amaranth. How may I help you?’
