Pleasure Island [The Chronicles of Lidir]

by Aran Ashe

  The hands released her sex and stopped stroking her back. They lifted and separated her thighs, to leave her swollen purse exposed between them. Anya gasped, for she felt the buckle of his belt press against her bottom. Something nudged between her open thighs and touched against her at the front. It felt hard but warm and very smooth, covered in a fine soft skin. The cockstem sleeved in soft matt leather stroked her lips, then pressed until its smooth head cleaved her purse apart. It pressed against the entrance, holding the lips open. And with Anya's flesh so tight and swollen, and the cockhead thicker by virtue of its extra skin, the mouth of her sex was distended. The inner surface clung about the leather like a pouted thick-lipped mouth. 'Stay on your toes,' he whispered.

  The fingertips pressed her sex lips round the plum, trying to form them into a third skin over it. Yet those lips were too full of fluid; they were far too thick, so when the fingers squeezed them, the pressure was turned into pain. But the pain in so hard and sensitive and sexual a part was partly pleasure. It was not a stabbing pain but a slow pressure of bursting in each flesh lip which Anya could feel not only in her sex but also up into her belly. And when the fingertips pressed upwards to trap the swollen hood, the feeling was sweet. It made her neck arch back and her belly slowly curve to meet the pleasure of distension. The fingers slipped the hood against the bone beneath it, then touched the bone itself and Anya's body stiffened. Kasger grunted; Anya murmured and the fingers carefully explored her. She wanted to close her legs and squeeze. She could not; her feet were captive in the rings; her knees were kept open against the mast; her buttocks were separated. And now, with her sex lips still distended about the soft capped plum, her nubbin was being tortured inchmeal by the slow slip of the swollen hood and the inquisitive tip of an index finger. Yet the feeling was delicious. If that feeling were to continue, her belly would surely burst.

  The squeezing now resumed and the pain of pressure became unbearable. Anya tried to push, to bed the thick plum deeper in her body. Kasger would not let her do this; he wanted the entrance to her sex held wide. Moving up again from between her legs, the fingertips concentrated only on the small raw and now fully projecting bone of Anya's nubbin. And to Anya, it felt as if the bone had pierced her sex lips and they were seeping fluid on to the fingers and around that cockhead that so cruelly held her open. Again she tried to push; again that push was thwarted. The fingertips just held the hood back and kept it so while her bottom cheeks were lifted on his hands; the pressure tightened and it was as if everything between her legs would burst. Her feet were almost lifted from the rings. She was breathing faster and faster, pulling herself up by her arms now, trying to pull her body forwards to press her belly to the mast, but the hands against her creases simply held her, cruelly tight, cruelly open, with her nubbin pushed out hard, with her buttocks in the air.

  When Kasger was ready, he lowered Anya. The fingers gave one last painful squeeze about her sex lips before the leather cockhead was withdrawn. Her lips, hot and swollen, tried to cleave to it at first, then slowly closed. So sensitised was that flesh now that even their touching together sent a soft wave of pleasure up inside her belly. But it was a pleasure that only added to her wanting. She pressed her head against the mast, for she knew that what she had suffered at this man's hands was a torture - as surely as if the flesh between her legs, instead of being stimulated with this pressure-pleasure, had been systematically whipped with a thin and supple switch.

  The voice came. Anya's body jerked, for the voice was Travix's.

  'Kasger! I see you have found time to amuse yourself with the Princess.' Kasger coughed and immediately moved away. Travix approached. Out of the corner of her eye, Anya glimpsed the pale blue suit, the lifted hand, the lightly ruffled wrist. She shuddered when the cool hand came to rest upon the patch of warm perspiration in the small of her back. The hand moved down and smoothed across her bottom, making it tremble, triggering the deep feeling inside. The fingers rubbed the surface of the skin, then nipped the flesh tightly, twice, making Anya cry out.

  'You have not smacked her yet?' Travix asked.

  'No, I thought that you -'

  'Quite right ... Quite right.' The second time she said it, the words were rasped through clenched teeth. The fingers continued downwards. The lower part of Anya's right buttock was taken between a finger and a thumb and pinched very hard indeed, until she screamed, then pinched again, harder. The fingers moved closer to the join of the cheeks. With the collusion of other fingers, not yet warmed by contact with her flesh, the cheeks were opened and again the feeling came. 'The unction has been administered?' Anya's teeth began to chatter. The cooler fingers took hold of the flesh very close to the small puckered mouth. 'But have you forgotten, Kasger? She is a prince's lady ...' And now the fingers nipped her more wickedly than ever, in that very tender place. 'Keep open, Princess. There ...' said Travix and she just kept nipping in that one place until the screams had shattered to gasping sobs of supplication and the belly had tried to push itself through the mast in a vain attempt to get away. Both sets of fingers then moved unwaveringly below, between Anya's legs.

  'Oh, please. Pp-please ...' she whimpered, 'Ooooh ...' The grip, dispassionate, came so firmly that the short nails of the finger and thumb seemed to touch each other through the lips. Anya's fingernails clawed the wood, but the grip was not released. Yet a soft whisper came into Anya's ear. 'I will teach you pleasure, Princess, and I will teach you pain.' The sex lips were now twisted. Anya screamed continuously as she rose up on her toes; the tears rolled down her cheeks, but Travix was unmoved. The grip was held, the twist increased; the soft wrist ruffle brushed between the shuddering thighs. 'Is that understood, my sweet?' Travix whispered, softer than before.

  'Yes ... Yeeesss.' Suddenly the fingers sprang apart. And now the pain was excruciating, as if her sex lips had been bathed in burning oil. Travix moved away to address Kasger.

  'And now, the spanking. Lift her from the mast. Bring her over here.' Then Travix held up Anya's tearstained chin and laughed: 'Do not look so downcast, Princess.' Her eyes sparkled; her single earring glinted as she wiped the tears away and watched the deepening frown on Anya's face. 'We have a proxy for this pleasure. A whipping girl to take your punishment - for though we may perhaps be permitted a little nip, we can hardly spank a princess on her first day, can we?' Travix bowed and held her arm out. 'Step forward, little one.'

  Anya's jaw fell. 'No, please. You cannot ...' But Travix had already taken Niri's hand and led her into the middle of the room. She began stroking the girl's dark shining hair. Niri seemed very afraid of Travix and cowered away whenever Travix made any sudden move, as if she expected to be hit. She was small and very beautiful, and also very young - too young and tender to be treated in this way. Her long hair hung straight down between her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and uniformly bronze and her breasts had large brown conical nipples. 'A fair substitute for a Princess, do you feel?' Anya's heart sank even further, for it was certain now what Travix meant to do to this innocent girl. It was clear that Niri knew too, whether she understood the words or not. Her eyes were pleading as Travix turned her to the side, then ran her palm over the rounded surface of her buttocks, then made her turn fully and spread. Travix's hand slipped underneath and the girl lifted slightly. Anya's cheeks coloured. Travix noticed this, for she was looking at Anya while she continued to touch the girl. 'We must dispel her fears, prepare her ...' she explained as Niri's ankles lifted higher. The smooth thighs moved apart a little, then together, about the hand that held her, making the small round buttocks tighten. Niri murmured softly. At a nod from Travix, Kasger moved Anya's feet apart. Her elbows were pinned behind her back, but otherwise, he did not touch her. Yet Anya felt it - the tightness in her belly, the warmth in her bottom and the slow swelling pressure in that flesh which Travix had nipped. But as she watched what Travix was doing to Niri, the ache within Anya's sex lips was no longer the ache of pain.

  Travix next edged Niri to the
mast and slipped the brass rings over her wrists. She stood back. Niri's hair hung straight down her back and brushed against the swell of her bottom. Not content with this arrangement, Travix lifted the hair, gently eased it over Niri's shoulder and under her right arm so it lay against her breast. It made Niri's head turn to the left. It emphasised the smooth curve of her back. And it left her bottom completely exposed. Travix lifted each small slim ankle through a ring. Once the feet were placed, the knees had to remain very slightly bent to accommodate the angle and the spread and the bottom formed two quite separate globes. Travix stroked each globe. She stood to the side while she did this, that Anya might witness her fingers test the separation. Travix looked thoughtful; the fingers gently moved and Niri murmured. When the fingers entered and the legs began to tremble, Travix looked straight at Anya and Anya turned bright red. The fingers then withdrew and gently patted the bottom.

  Travix left the girl, came over and sat on the seat beside the table. She bade Kasger release Anya and had Anya stand to her right. 'You would not wish to miss this, I am sure,' she said to Anya, as she poured herself a cup of wine. She wetted her middle finger in the wine, then, watching it circle slowly round the rim of the cup, she said in a low voice, weighing every phrase: 'Use the strap, Kasger. Use it only on her bottom. Then play with her a little. But -' the circling finger stopped; she looked directly at Kasger now - 'do not bring her on. That pleasure is for me.' Niri whimpered, as if she had understood.

  Anya looked at the woman beside her, so calm, so cruel. She felt a hard lump rising in her throat. Travix glanced up at Anya and when the cold blue eyes touched hers, Anya shivered. Travix's wine-wet middle finger reached. It stroked slowly down over Anya's trembling belly, then lifted and slipped into Travix's mouth. At intervals, this gesture was repeated. Anya stood with legs apart while the wine trickled down her skin.

  The strap was taken from the hook above the girl. Kasger's leather sheathed cock stood brazenly hard. Anya could not take her eyes from it - until the strap swung back on its pivot ring through the wood. At the sound, the buttocks tensed to two hard balls pressed tight together. The leather swept forward. Crack! Anya jumped; the buttocks shook; the girl went rigid. From the corner of her eye, Anya saw Travix remove something from her pocket. It was the brushed velvet cloth. The feeling of fear, of delicious anticipation, came between Anya's parted thighs. 'Spread your legs wider, my Princess ...' At the second smack, Travix gathered Anya's pulsing sex lips in the soft cool velvet; at the mast, Niri burst into tears. 'Smack her harder,' said Travix. 'I want to see her buttocks jump.' This time the strap swung down and back, then it was delivered in an upward cut that lifted the cheeks and made Niri, in an effort to escape the pain, force her belly against the mast. 'Good,' said Travix. And against this torture, as the smacks kept coming, all Anya could feel was the delicious stroke of velvet pleasure between her open thighs. Kasger changed hands and moved round. Niri's belly was pinned to the mast for this second smacking, but her buttocks remained free to move. Anya felt her sex lips gently nested, softly squeezed, each time the strap smacked home. The stripes of cherry red grew plump upon the pale bronze struggling cheeks.

  The smacking stopped. Travix sat back and spread the cloth upon her thigh. There was a small dark patch in the centre. Her fingertips now lay against this dampness, tasting it, as she took a draught of wine. Kasger hung up the strap and began to rub the cheeks that he had punished. His hand moved beneath, searching. Niri's sobs gradually turned to murmurs of uncertainty then, finally, assent. Her knees bent a little more; her body moved fractionally down the mast and her fingers gripped the rings. One of Kasger's hands pressed against the small of Niri's back whilst the other worked beneath. Travix took another drink.

  Niri began to gasp and the cup hesitated a fraction of an inch from Travix's lip. Her tongue slipped out and slowly licked the golden rim. The fingers underneath Niri withdrew. She was encouraged up on to her toes. Then the strap was lifted down. Travix put the cup down and carefully moulded the cloth into the hollow of her palm.

  'Open your legs,' she murmured. Anya's belly sank; there was a buzzing in her ears. The velvet slowly gathered the thick warm fleshy droplet and very softly moved. Across the room, Niri began to whimper as Kasger stepped to the other side. The strap swung back, licked forward, smacked; the buttocks bounced; the tears flowed freely. Throughout the smacking, as the cheeks, already red, turned even redder, Travix's fingertips milked Anya's fleshpot gently and precisely through the velvet. Anya's belly slowly arched, her legs bowed outwards and she tried to place her flesh more fully into this velvet milking cup. 'Keep still,' Travix whispered. The squeezing stopped and the lips of the sex were simply held while the back of Travix's fingers brushed the tight curve of Anya's belly. Kasger changed sides again. Anya felt as if her belly was melting. At the first smack, the velvet moved, brushing against the smooth bare skin where her flesh lips joined her body. Then each subsequent smack was accompanied by a slowly sucking pull. Anya's body delivered up its honeydew, which seeped into the velvet.

  Once again, the smacking stopped. The sobbing gradually abated. The cheeks, striped with bright red horizontal bars, were parted and held wide while Kasger touched the tender flesh about the small dark eye within. He stroked the eye until the legs began to move and the belly tried to thrust against the mast.

  'Smack it.' For the first time, Travix's breathing was uneven. 'Smack it, quickly!' Travix's fingers, through the velvet, found the bone of Anya's nubbin.

  At the mast, the buttocks moved to try to escape; the small slim ankles even tried to lift out from the rings. But the cheeks were held firmly open with one hand, the strap was held in the middle to make it shorter - easier to direct - and smacked down, as instructed, quickly. The dark eye pulsed. 'Again!' Niri tried to squeeze her buttocks shut. Kasger held her open. The small smack sounded, against the tender eye. 'Lift her!' Kasger's hand thrust up between Niri's legs and spread under her belly. He grunted. Niri's ankles slipped out from the rings and her legs dangled down about his forearm; the cheeks lay widely separated. 'Now!' Kasger lifted the belly even higher and smacked the strap repeatedly against the tender funnel. The back arched down, the legs shook, the small mouth palpitated and the belly wriggled in his hand until Travix cried, 'Enough!' She released Anya's pulsing sex, folded the wetted velvet, placed it in her pocket and pushed Anya carelessly aside. 'Now bring her here.'

  The young girl's face was tearstained. Her eyes were puffy. Travix moved her chair a little away from the table. 'Here, my darling ... On my knee,' she said softly. Kasger, leaning against the wall, his cockstem now subsiding, watched with interest. Anya had no option but to stand there. The girl, being shorter than Anya, was quite small compared to Travix, who made her lie face up across her knee. She began playing with her nipples, lifting and turning them, rubbing them between two fingers and a thumb. Gradually, Niri's thighs relaxed. Suddenly, Anya realised that between those thighs, Niri was bare - not partly shaved, as she had thought, but totally bare: the fine spray of black-brown lines above the smooth pouch was not hair at all but threads and tiny dots of colour somehow painted into Niri's naked skin and patterned to look like hair.

  'Did it hurt, my darling?' Travix whispered. 'Let me look. Lift. Bend your knees. Oh ...' The bright red bands glowed across the uplifted bottom. Travix touched it tentatively and Niri murmured. The murmur became a sigh as Travix fully parted the knees to open out the cheeks. She touched the matt, pale bronze-coloured skin between them, then the dark bronze fleshy eye, until it tightened. The fingers moved to the front, eased the small lips back and Anya gasped. Something bedded between the lips had glinted. The hood was teased back. And what Anya saw beneath it made a tiny tumbling shudder come between her legs, as if her bud were being rubbed with the cold stem of a needle. For pierced through Niri's little nubbin was a tiny gold ring. Travix's short nails tried to lift this ring, then the fingertips rubbed around it. Niri cooed; her belly rippled. Finally, the fingers moved away,
leaving the nubbin poked out hard and the tiny ring upstanding. The hood slipped back a little but would no longer close about the ring, which formed a minute lengthwise glinting arc at the junction of the lips. The fingertips were now wetted and applied. Niri had difficulty controlling her breathing as the fingertips massaged the small ringed bud. Next, one set of fingers held the flesh hood back and the other set moved, first to Travix's lips then, glistening, to the nubbin, then down to press against the small eye in the groove. Back and forth went the fingers until the knees jerked, the small eye opened to that touch and for the first time, Niri spoke.

  'Niri,' she said, which to Anya seemed a very strange thing for her to say. The fingers were wetted more thickly with saliva, which was smeared around the sex lips and the hood. And now the ring was very carefully turned, fed gradually through the nubbin. 'Niri?' the girl began to whimper urgently as her belly progressively lifted.