by Aran Ashe
14
Jubal
The new piercing throbbed between Leah's legs, where a gold sleeper had temporarily been pushed through, lengthwise under the hood of her clitoris, to emerge a finger's-breadth further up her belly. The sleeper was to be replaced by an insert permitting retraction of the clitoral hood and carrying the two relocated segments of her labial chain. The Dresser had performed the piercing; Lord Shardlan then spent time with Leah before taking her to the jeweller's quarters to be fitted.
Leah stood in front of her master at the entrance to a large, stone-flagged, crypt-like room that tapered towards a glowing hearth at the far end. Extending along one wall was a long wooden bench covered in metalworking tools and unfinished items of jewellery. Spilt gold dust glittered on the floor. A small bed stood against the opposite wall. In the centre of the room was a love-seat upon which a girl was tethered with her ankles apart and fastened in stirrups. On one side of her stood a man as wide as two men; on the other, Ulline.
Shardlan propelled Leah towards the group. Ulline bowed to his lordship and simply said: 'Sara, of the black hair and beautiful pubic bush that our good friend Jubal has just tonsured clean. Now she is being fitted with her pearls.' Ulline's fingers smoothed the freshly naked pinkness with its dusky, shadowy surround.
Leah stole a furtive glance at the wide man holding the callipers and the card of graded pearls. He was balanced on feet too small and dainty for a body so ungainly. He was strangely dressed in a tiny black waistcoat that somehow clung to him yet barely covered a third of his naked chest. His head was completely bald and his skin was pinker than Sara's shaven sex but there were curly black hairs all over his torso. His belly overhung tightly filled leather breeches that extended only to his knees. A thick gold chain round his middle was anchored to a belly stud.
Ulline gently split Sara's labia open and Jubal advanced with the callipers. Shardlan whispered to Leah: 'Her pearls will be fitted inside.' Leah shuddered. Shardlan touched the gold stud in her piercing. Then he said aloud: 'Jubal – I have another patient for you,' whereupon Jubal's head twisted round, tilted and emitted a sneering, knowing smile. Leah turned and pressed herself against her master for protection.
'I shall attend my lord's every requirement directly,' Jubal said obsequiously. But Leah dreaded being handed to a person such as this, who squinted at her with tiny eyes and made her blood run cold. His stubby fingers brandished a shiny metal instrument. Whether it measured Sara or penetrated her, Leah could not tell, but she could hear the gasps and murmurs as Ulline steadied the girl and whispered: 'Good girl. Let him do it,' then, after a long while: 'All done now.' She helped her up and led her away trembling. Meanwhile Jubal waddled over to a small table, slipped the shiny instrument alongside others in a large, soft leather wallet that lay open there, then began scribing something on a slate.
Shardlan gently separated himself from Leah's clinging arms and began to wander inquisitively about the room, leaving Leah alone in the middle, keeping very still, trying to look invisible.
Jubal ignored her and continued scribing until her master drifted over to him; they began conversing in low tones. Then they went over to the workbench and Jubal, opening a little box, said: 'It's ready but might need adjustment. It is better tested with the subject sitting.'
'And what of the jewelled retractor for the hood?'
'The work of but a few minutes extra, if the piercing is healed.'
'Ah . . .'
'No matter, my lord – we shall manage. Let us examine her.'
A high stool was brought and Shardlan sat Leah astride it with her thighs held wide, her sex exposed to Jubal's gaze. She shuddered when those thick pasty fingers touched her and lingered round the piercing, feeling it, stirring queasy sensations in her belly. Before she knew what had happened he had detached the segments of her virgin's chain from the punctures in her labia and, smirking, held them to the light, like trophies. In one quick sweep those callous hands had robbed her of that precious gift; it was the final wrenching parting with the soul of that virgin girl she had once been. Tears of emotion trickled down her cheeks. Shardlan asked: 'What is it?' But Leah could only shake her head, and the tears kept coming, even as he tried to kiss them away. 'You shall not lose these jewels,' he whispered. 'They are simply to be moved to a better place, where their usefulness will increase. You are losing nothing.' But Leah knew she had lost all: Merek had deserted her; Ean had been put in chains to the boatwomen and she herself had been left at the mercy of a new master. He might seem caring but he was also demanding and there was no way of knowing where his demands might take her.
Jubal, having deferred for a few moments to the master, now advanced again and slid a podgy, clammy finger between the lips of her sex and pressed it to her pee-hole. Nausea swelled in Leah's belly; her toes curled; her nipples tightened. She looked away, for fear this tightness might be mistaken for arousal.
'These punctures in her labia, my lord – I might be able to use them to pivot a little gold bit that might enhance the efficacy of the jewelled lodgement.'
'Will the work take time?'
'An hour at most – the parts are stock. Perhaps a little trimming.' Leah wanted to close her thighs to protect her flesh; she wanted to be rid of that dreadful probing finger. 'Stay thus, my sweet! Exactly as put. We must assess you,' Jubal hissed. His lips were wet and pink and she was frightened they would attempt to kiss her. She looked pleadingly at Shardlan as Jubal now lifted her bottom forward on the stool. He drew on to his hand a single silk glove, pulling it tightly over his fingers and flexing them. 'Lie back.'
He had to support her under the shoulders to prevent the stool from tipping. Leah shivered, staring at the vaulted ceiling. At the edge of her vision she could see between her trembling knees his chubby bald head as he bent to examine inside her sex with his gloved hand. She dreaded having pearls attached in there, as had been done to Sara. She felt one smooth fat finger going in a short way, pressing, then two. When he tried to put a third finger into her, her belly tightened in revulsion. He straightened up. 'Good,' he said, nodding. 'Now what of here?' He pointed underneath. 'Tuck your knees up nicely. Support yourself.'
Her head hung down; her hands gripped the legs of the stool. The first feeling in her bottom was a soft insinuation, tongue-like, teasing her anus gradually open, inducing the cloying sinking feeling inside. Her breathing quickened. She heard him sigh contentedly. Then he gently clasped her closed sex in his bare hand while the gloved finger smoothly entered her anus to the hilt. Through the dread intimacy of that barehanded clasp came the sweetly lewd urge to pee: she pictured that hand running with liquid while its warm wet fingers provoked slippery perversion from the flesh within her split. Leah shivered at the crude sexuality of such feelings; her bottom tightened round the gloved finger still thrusting inside her.
'Her anus is deliciously sensitive,' Jubal called to Shardlan. All the while, the master had never intervened. Emboldened, Jubal attempted to kiss Leah but she turned her face away. His gloved finger was still inside her bottom and his bare hand was squeezing her sex, softly squeezing until it split and his naked fingertip touched her pee-hole; her head sank back limply and she could not suppress her moan.
'My Lord Shardlan,' said Jubal, 'please bring the instrument. She is ready to test it.'
He raised Leah's head. 'Behold – your jewelled bodkin.' He held up a thick gold pin, in shape resembling the ironstone quills her master had inserted into her, but this one was exquisitely crafted. It bore a spherical knurled gold head at one end and a dark-blue pearl-drop jewel at the other. 'The length, girth and shouldering I have taken from the matched specimen my lord provided from the gauging set. But the size of the pearl is crucial. Each girl is different. I may need to change it – hence the test.'
'Proceed,' said Shardlan.
They carried her to the bed. 'Shall my lord hold her cunny open?' Jubal asked.
Shardlan gently obliged. Jubal held the little bodkin by its knurle
d gold head and carefully positioned its jewel drop half-way between her clitoris and her peehole. Then he pressed and very slowly rotated the smooth hard bead of the bodkin against her. Leah felt a desperate urge to sit up, so invasive was the feeling. She felt Shardlan's lips closing about her nipple, then the bead trailing searchingly down, finding the entrance to her pee-hole, drumming against its tiny mouth. Then it started to rotate, stirring deep, insidious sexual feelings, making her moan, making her master try to tongue the gold sleeper fastened through the skin above her knob. They finally sat her up, shivering, on the edge of the bed.
'She is highly receptive here,' said Jubal, studying the shiny bodkin.
'I know it,' said Shardlan.
They made her spread her legs very wide to grant full access to her pee-hole. The pink inner lips were open with arousal. She felt the little jewel tickle the tiny mouth then press for intrusion. For a second it felt too large and she murmured but Shardlan kissed her, sucked her tongue and whispered to Jubal: 'Persist.' Then he took up the sucking kiss again, gently quelling her gasp as the blue ball passed the tight, tiny rim and slid up inside, causing a cold numb feeling. Jubal withdrew the bead then pressed it home again, triggering a little pulse of pleasure as it spread the rim. Then she felt the ice-cold tightness moving deeper inside her. Suddenly the feeling narrowed down to a pleasure ache. Leah gasped and closed her eyes but her tongue sought succour in her master's mouth. 'There . . .,' murmured Jubal.
When she found the courage to look, the gold head and a little of the stem of the bodkin projected from her pee-hole; the blue bead was buried somewhere inside her. No fingers held the instrument, which protruded from between her gaping labia, its stem a quivering sexual feeler delving into her body, its glistening gold head trembling with every pulse beat of arousal moving through her thighs. Shardlan, impassioned by the tremblings, took hold of the head and slowly rotated it, causing the buried blue bead to do its inner mischief, making her moan. He kept turning the instrument very patiently in the same direction and the sexual feeling inside Leah's pee-hole was peculiar and intense.
Jubal carefully opened a small bottle of dense, syrupy liquid. Then he pulled the beaded instrument gently out of her body. Her sex contracted as the blue bead emerged. Jubal dipped the bead into the dense liquid. 'Shall I administer the agaric now?'
'One moment.' Shardlan, sitting on the bed, drew Leah belly-up across his lap. He swept his arm under her knees to raise them. He put his lips to her open mouth and took suck upon her tongue. She could feel his erection stiffening against her back. Jubal's fingers opened her and pushed the blue bead, slippery now with agaric syrup, again through the sensitive mouth of her pee-hole and into her body, smoothly and much deeper than before, until she felt the knurled gold head press against her and the bead touch a place of peculiar pleasure that was locked away very deep. 'Unhh!' she groaned, her tongue still captive in her master's kiss.
'Shhh . . .' Her master, drawing back, gently put his finger over her lips to warn her into still submission. His gaze was fixed between her trembling thighs and his penis was as hard as bone. 'Let him do it to you.'
Leah grunted as the slippery bead of the instrument began moving, twirling against this place deep inside her, stirring a feeling half tantalising, half pleasurable. Then suddenly the sensation changed as the syrup began to work. It felt as if warm water were being squirted slowly into her, filling her, and as if everything between her legs was melting.
With a gentle tug the instrument was slowly withdrawn. But the warm swollen feeling was deepening and spreading. She wanted to be made to come. When her master kissed her, she thrust her tongue far into his mouth. She wriggled to try to get his rigid penis up between her thighs. He resisted her newfound keenness and drew her freshly pierced hood fully and painfully back from her swelling erection. 'See – her clitoris, getting bigger, a nipple almost,' he said. Then he crouched forward, lifted her hips and planted a sucking kiss directly upon it, and Leah almost came. 'Gently,' he teased, breaking the thread of spittle connected to her knob. 'The time is not ripe.' Then he turned to Jubal. 'I think the bit will be needed.'
When it was fashioned and fitted, it formed a gold rod threaded through the lateral punctures in her labia, its ends attached by pearl studs to a bridle. Into the centre of the rod was set a clasp designed to collar the neck of the bodkin just under the knurled head. Thus the bodkin could still be rotated freely but, being captive on the rod, was far less prone to expulsion during prolonged insertion. Then the retractor with its jewelled chain segments was fitted through the new piercing under her hood and tested to full retraction, so her knob remained exposed against the dangling chains. Lord Shardlan stood up with Leah quaking in his arms, her knees tucked up and apart, her sex protruding, her standing knob very wet, her captive bodkin fully re-inserted and her little bottle of agaric clutched in her hand.
15
The Water Gardens
The night was almost gone by the time Lord Shardlan took his new acquisition back to his apartment in the turret overlooking the main portico of the waterway. Plainly she was tired but he found himself reluctant to put her down. He carried her to the centre window and, looking out over the torch-lit enclave of the Tithe Retreat, he pointed out the thread of lights marking the staircase of locks leading down to the distant port and the moonlit sea beyond. He sat her on the balcony, touching her until the arousal broke through her tiredness, then he declared that she must rest before the bacchanal.
A servant brought a tray of victuals and Shardlan made Leah take sustenance before the servant took her to be bathed. Shardlan personally put her to bed, first removing the little instrument of penetration from between her legs, together with its pivot, then the retractor and chains from her prepuce, leaving her sex at last beautifully nude. He could not resist touching it again. He therefore carefully set aside her jewellery, along with the little bottle of agaric, then returned to the delicious business of touching. Her inner lips felt very warm and malleable – enough to retain the slight gape into which he shaped them. All around the entrance to her urethra was swollen and moistly tender. He cooled his fingertips in the water jug before touching her there. Through her murmurs he took firm hold upon the hot little engorgement of flesh surrounding the entrance, as if reaching for the root. He gripped until he could feel the tube inside it, then watched her belly tighten and heard her moan and saw her clitoris pulse and felt the little lump of flesh around the tube trying vainly to withdraw, tugging on his fingers, like an eel writhing on the line. Her climax was so beautifully long-drawn and guttural that he held her little writhing tubule until it was quelled completely and gave not a shiver more. Then he disrobed and came to her naked and kissed her tortured little sex very gently and lovingly, in the atonement that should always follow merciless depravity. Finally she fell into a torpid sleep, which lasted long – through the dawn, past noon and into the late afternoon, threatening to encroach upon her preparation for the bacchanal – but Shardlan was determined not to wake her. Eventually the Dresser arrived with Sara. No sooner was Sara on the bed than Leah sat up with a dream-like sluggishness.
Shardlan sat quietly at the foot of the bed. He simply smiled at Leah. 'You remember Sara – now beset with pearls to make her intimacy so very pretty?' The girl lay still, breathing quickly. 'Open, Sara – let us look.' The girl spread her knees but beyond the shaven sex and a slight puffiness of the labia there was nothing visibly unusual, until Shardlan leant forward and parted the naked lips. Leah gasped as Sara's exquisite treasure was displayed – a nest of glistening pearls that expanded to a circle when she was opened. They were attached to the inner flesh. Shardlan slid his finger through the glistening circle. 'I understand there are others, a little deeper. Let me try to . . . Ah . . .' Sara moaned. There were indeed other delicious little baubles lodged up inside her to stimulate her master's glans.
The Dresser's clear voice sounded from across the room, making Leah twist round in shock. 'Shall I take her for
her preparation now, my lord?' Leah looked back at Sara until Shardlan whispered. 'The mistress means you, Leah. Hurry now.' And he nodded to the Dresser.
So now Leah was away with Ulline and Sara lay trembling. She had beautiful black hair and full breasts tipped with black. The shaven skin between her legs looked like alabaster, with a dusky whisper of bluish-black, but her labia remained bright-red witnesses of that inner bejewelling in the furtherance of deviant pleasure. But what an exquisite deviance . . . And why await the bacchanal? Sara's bottom lifted to meet him as his penis slid inside her to the hilt. Her ring of pearls closed like a beaded noose around its base, the deeper pearls studding their pleasure-bolts all the way up the underside to the sensitive frenum, at once triggering climax but impeding flow. The pleasure of so constrained an ejaculation within such a beautiful vagina was deliciously unbearable and exquisitely prolonged.
'You shall leave me naught for Leah,' Shardlan whispered and Sara arched her tongue for him to lick. He felt fortunate indeed to be able to call upon such sensual female creatures. He made her crouch on the marble floor to expel and found it captivating to watch so sexual and primordial an act; he could not resist touching during expulsion. The touching made her tighten but he persevered until she overcame that urge and could push until her little ring of pearls protruded visibly and touchably, shedding the glutinous residue upon his fingers. He smeared that slipperiness all around her clitoris until he made her come and so strong was this climax – taken crouching, with her legs splayed open and her ring of dripping pearls so pushed out and her clitoris so keenly upstanding, like a tongue-tip licking his taunting fingertips – that he was certain she had never been made to come that way before.
His beautiful charge was still quivering on the tips of his fingers. He put her back on the bed, face down and uncovered, with one knee bent, and instructed her to maintain that pressure of pushing. Then he examined her from behind. Her female pinkness was perfectly pushed open and her lovely clasp of pearls was protruding from inside. Again he felt compelled to touch, until the touching made her anus tighten and the bridge of flesh below it, the perineum, turned as hard as polished alabaster as the muscle went into spasm. He slid his hand underneath to stroke the tip of her clitoris one final sticky time, then told her to remain so until he returned. Then he went to ascertain Leah's progress with the Dresser.
