by Aran Ashe
By evening the preparations in the water gardens were well in hand. Shardlan stepped on to the back terrace to watch them. The heady perfume of night flowers wafted up to greet him. Torchlight decked the tiers and sparkled in the fountains and cascades. Small personalised tents had been erected amongst the greenery and by the pools. Little fires flickered amongst the alabaster statuary. Servants bustled about their masters. The first of the female slaves were appearing in little groups: Shardlan recognised some of them, even knew them by name. As Marshal of the Fledglings he had supervised their recovery after they had taken flight. He eschewed punishing them for their attempted escape, instead reserving whipping as a sexual tool, to forge a bond between slave and master. The male guards were largely indifferent to such subtleties, which was why Shardlan had chosen a girl as his captain on his missions of recovery. He looked for Lirann now amongst the growing throng; she was due to bring the male slave that had been collected with Leah. It was important that Leah meet this slave in some circumstance of sexual restraint, in order to spur her arousal to new bounds. For she was unique – sexuality personified. How her original master had come to deposit her here, Shardlan could not begin to guess. But in a few days at most, she would be taken back; the Rule of Tithes was inviolate. He wasted no more time in his musings; there was pleasure afoot and he meant to sample it recklessly.
He went back inside to collect his escorts. The Dresser had just finished breast-pumping Sara. Her nipple surrounds had distended from black to shiny chestnut brown. 'Have you done between her legs, Dresser? Then do that too, before you go down to attend to the males.'
Noting the look of concern in Leah's face at the mention of males, Shardlan took her in his arms to allay her fears while Sara was being pumped between the legs. He cupped her sex in his palm and gently masturbated her while Sara's vulva steadily expanded into the glass dome of the pump. When it was done, the Dresser left, with Leah's concerned gaze following her. 'You shall see your beau again, I promise.' Shardlan pressed gently reassuring kisses upon her anxious lips. 'But first, your bodkin.' There was surely no intimacy more pertinent to the master-slave indenture than this. What pleasure could bring deeper satisfaction than to kiss his naked girl and in the kissing to give a tiny tug upon her bridle or a minute twist upon that little bodkin and know by the depth of her murmur that it had moved inside her, drawing delicious belly-quivers?
Shardlan dipped the beaded tip of the bodkin into the agaric syrup. 'Open,' he whispered. Her thighs and naked sex obeyed. He held the little insert poised at the mouth of her pee-hole. 'Now push your tongue out, as in wanting.' As Leah's small tongue peeped, so Shard- lan very gently pushed the bead-tipped shaft up inside her beautiful body until he heard her first shocked murmur and felt the soft resistance of the tiny inner muscle. Then he gently twirled the spindle of the bodkin until that inner muscle yielded and she gasped as the beaded head went right inside and a tiny dribble of her precious liquid leaked. But her lovely little tongue still peeped seductively and Shardlan kissed it and very slowly twirled the knurled head of the bodkin and she shuddered as if she might come.
'Now I control this lovely part,' he said. 'Nothing comes without my permission. Do you understand?'
Leah, trembling, nodded.
'Slip your tongue away, though I find it quite beautiful in its lewdness. When anyone touches your bridle, whenever you feel the bodkin move inside you, in whatever company you find yourself, then your tongue must protrude in delicious insolence. Is that clear?'
Her body seemed beset by shivers, though the air was warm. Carefully, Shardlan fitted the gold bit to the bodkin and secured it through her labial punctures. He was pleased to note that, throughout the fitting, her tongue would now and then poke. Then he fitted the stiff little bridle to her bit and made all secure with its pearl-headed screws. Finally, through the piercing in her hood, he fitted the gold retractor and its dangling jewelled chains. 'There . . . let this treasure never hide its lovely head again.' He gently tightened the retractor and her clitoris burst forth, glistening with arousal: the agaric was already working its inner charm. Every slight movement of her body would stir a little pull or push or twist upon the tiny tight muscle of the urethra that held the bead of the bodkin secure; and every tremble of her chains would spur another pulse into her swollen nubbin.
Both girls were now ready – Leah bridled for perverse pleasures and Sara with her nipples and vulva pumped up to grotesque yet profoundly sexual beauty. He took a girl on each arm and led them naked on to the terrace, then down the alabaster stairway towards the sounds of the lutes and into the jasmine-scented warmth of the evening air. 'Breathe deep, my little cherubs,' he whispered and was pleased to note how docilely his charges obeyed. He chose a circuitous route through the voluptuous greenery, pausing at an arbour or an arch to kiss and touch his girls or just to look. He put fragrant blossoms in their hair. At the springs and fountains he made Leah drink and Sara dip her swollen nipples into the cooling pool; then he ordered Leah to suck them. While she sucked he gently twirled her bodkin from behind and was pleased to see her small tongue pushing out lewdly to the side of that turgid nipple. His purpose was to bring his charges to a suitable state of arousal and then to push them beyond it. He therefore led them on towards the sounds – the sighs and sexual murmurs coming from the surrounding greenery.
When they emerged into the colonnaded clearing, Leah was already in Shardlan's arms: he had taken the precaution of lifting her in anticipation of the shock of reunion. The three naked male slaves were standing in a line facing away from her, their ankles wide apart and their arms roped behind them over a long wooden bar at shoulder height. Leah drew breath sharply but the surprise was Shardlan's, for the slave called Ean was not there; neither was Lirann.
Lirann was watching from the bushes. Ean was with her; she had released him from his shackles and garbed him as a servant. In the dark he would never be noticed as being out of place. She put her finger to his lips to silence his gasp when he first saw Leah in the master's arms. So long as that girl was indentured to this place Ean needed no shackle. He paid no attention to the other girl; he remained focused on Leah. Lirann meant to seal that bond. Before bringing him here she had taken care to arouse him without fulfilment. That arousal would now be redoubled by having him watch the proceedings. 'Her master intends no harm, but he will surely train her to his ways,' Lirann whispered, adding, 'whatever they might be.' And sure enough, the spark of jealousy glowed in Ean's eyes, still fixed on the colonnaded clearing.
The Dresser, Ulline, walked slowly behind the male slaves, directing them to obedience with the handle of her whip. Her white bib was undone and her breasts were exposed. She was plainly drawing pleasure from flaunting herself. The master lifted Leah's chin and deliberately kissed her. Ean winced. Lirann slipped her hand under the breast of his tunic and caressed his nipple; his heart was thumping – all was well. 'What has she in mind, the Dresser?' Lirann whispered.
Ulline was holding a device of shiny metal that looked like the long curved bill of a bird. She cocked the bill slightly open and loaded into the end a white cylindrical charge. With the charge held firmly in the tip of the beak she walked to the first slave and crouched behind him. 'You know where that is going?' Lirann whispered. Lirann knew; she had seen it often; she knew that men could experience pleasure there as much as girls. At first Ean looked away, until the slave began to moan. Lirann, reaching down, could feel Ean's penis becoming restive. She glanced across and saw the shiny bill stretching the slave's anus, with Ulline still pushing, forcing him to take yet more. It pressed his penis to full and trembling erection before being withdrawn. And Ean's erection trembled too.
'The little gadfly is deep inside him,' Lirann whispered. Soon the slave began to breathe just as men do when seeking satisfaction with girls. Quickly Ulline reloaded the device and slid its shiny length inside the second slave, whose anus tightened against the insistence of the insertion, making Ean shiver. Quicker still, Ullin
e did the third. Then she stood up, leant against the wooden bar and watched their erections harden. The master had fastened the girl Sara to one of the columns, as if in offering before the men. Her sex was extravagantly swollen. 'Look, he has pumped her up,' Lirann whispered. 'But what has he done to Leah? I cannot see.' Ean's tortured gaze tracked across, intently following the master back to Leah.
'Before long the males shall need to shed their burden,' Lirann whispered. She slipped her other hand down the back of Ean's trousers, seeking the place of male penetration. He was trembling. The master had set Leah down by the men. 'My lord keeps Leah watching, perchance to handle them while they are in heat? "Go on, little one," he urges her, "Do as the good Dresser bids." ' Shyly, Leah crept closer. Lirann gently fingered the root of Ean's penis and thumbed the place where the males had been penetrated.
Leah had crouched behind the first slave. Her hand reached up, her fingers gently flexing; she kept looking to Ulline for directions. Lirann's fingers closed in a ring about the root of Ean's penis; it made his anus pucker against the stroking of her thumb. She had dropped his trousers and his erection was curving like a polished bone. His balls had tightened. Leah, clasping her hand round the wooden bar, swung tentatively under it, to crouch now in front of the slave and to look up between his legs. Her other hand returned to finger his anus. His penis throbbed and pulsed above her face – blind-pulsing, Lirann called this, where the male is close to spillage but no liquid issues and the penis gulps as if gaining strength.
Lirann could feel Ean's ball sac moving, wrinkling. There were two plums inside the skin which lifted and sank as Ean wrestled with his feelings. Lirann could feel the warmth exuding from his straining flesh, and smell the strong scent of his sweat. Her thumb kept working in his open groove, stroking, teasing and poking his anus.
Suddenly Ean groaned. The master was playing with Sara's swelling and Leah was kissing the slave, pressing her open lips against the bare, warm, vulnerable place where his balls adjoined the base of the penis. Lirann held Ean very close now, ringing his penis tightly, stroking his anus very softly, murmuring in his ear: 'Is she not warm and loving?' The slave began to ejaculate over Leah's face but her lips kept kissing the root of the penis. Sounding across the clearing came Sara's plaintive cry of deliverance. Ean groaned and shuddered as if he would die, and the pleasure Lirann then experienced was acute: her collaring finger could feel his fluid – while it was still inside him – coursing upwards within the stem. Then she felt it coming out, splashing hot against her bare arm, running over her hand.
Leah kept sucking under the slave's penis; there were splashes now on her naked shoulder and it was running down her back. Then she sat back, resting on her elbows, glancing up at the master, who was now back with her. 'See – her master approves,' Lirann murmured mockingly. Ean's penis had not softened. A trail of densest white was strung down its length like candle-wax. Lirann crouched and licked it clean and swallowed, then licked her arm and the back of her hand. When she stood up again, she took up that same grip about the root of his turgid penis, keeping it strong.
Ulline was putting another charge into the slave who had climaxed. The master took Leah's chin in his hand and kissed her lips. Her cheeks were flecked with slavish semen. His rigid penis brushed her naked breasts. As Leah's lips closed lovingly about the head of the master's penis, Lirann suddenly experienced a dread cramp in the pit of her belly, then a wave of rising revulsion. His eyes had closed in ecstasy as he caressed that little trollop's promiscuous face.
'What is it?' Ean suddenly asked.
'Nothing.' Yet this stranger was more aware of her feelings than her own master for whom she had sacrificed all. She kissed Ean. 'Put your cock inside me – now, this instant.' Lirann climbed on to it. 'Just hold me and kiss.' It felt bone-hard inside her where she was slowly melting to anguished jelly. As he glanced over her shoulder to watch, he was becoming more and more aroused and trying to make soft thrusts. 'Shh . . . Stop. Stay still inside me. Just hold me. Shh . . .' She squeezed him with her muscle and held him tightly, in the way men liked, so tightly that she could feel the shape of his glans inside her. Suddenly he groaned and the bulb of his penis seemed to swell and struggle. 'Still,' Lirann whispered, kissing his neck, squeezing steadily with her sex until she was sure his fluid was contained. Then she slid off him and gently sucked the head of the penis – lovingly, truly lovingly. Then she clasped her fingers once again round its root.
She saw that the other two slaves had been made to ejaculate. The trollop was now standing up, with streaks and runnels of fluid all down her front from her shoulders to her knees. The master was talking to her, encouraging her, touching her between the legs until her tongue poked out. Lirann wanted to kick him. Trembling, she glared at Ean. 'He has put an instrument inside her, where she pees from. She cannot pee properly with it in – just as you cannot pee with your erection. And I mean to keep your erection hard.'
'What is it? What irks you?' Ean whispered.
'You do.'
So he took her in his arms and laid her gently on the grass and tried to go inside her again and she said: 'No.'
He was staring at her belly. Then he whispered: 'There's a beautiful dark line right down the middle; it's your delicious wantonness coming out. Let me kiss it.'
'No. Take me to bed. Take me away from here now.'
And he said: 'But what of Leah?'
16
Privileged Usage
Leah shivered, even in the warm air. Her master had temporarily returned to play with Sara, still tethered naked to the column. He was applying the breast pump between her legs.
The men's spilt pleasure-fluid tickled Leah's body, causing tightness where it had begun to dry. Her nipples stood hard and the instrument between her legs taunted her with arousal where the agaric-coated bead held the inner muscle of her pee-hole open. The sensation was like no other, melding the need to pee with the need to come. She heard Sara's gasping then the master handed her over to Ulline for sexual smacking while he returned to Leah.
He made her spread. Then he gently tightened the retractor, drawing the hood of her clitoris far back, exposing the sensitive glans to the taunting of its dangling jewelled chains. 'We might need to fashion a little pump just for this,' he said, touching her erection. Then, gathering semen from the streaks upon her breasts and face, he smeared its glueyness round the glans, then gently impressed the gathered chains into its swelling. Through her shivers, he kept saying she was beautiful. 'Let me look at you.' He opened her wet sex with his semen-slicked fingers and nuzzled them gently round the entubed bodkin. 'Beautiful.' He rubbed her anus steadily with his thumb.
The slave who had ejaculated first had been recharged with a new slug of agaric inside him. His swollen penis was already leaking clear sap. 'Make him come again,' murmured Shardlan, his eyes glittering at the prospect of renewed spillage upon her face and breasts.
He stretched Leah out on her back, her head towards the slave and between his ankles. When she looked up she could see his swollen sac and the line of clear sap flowing down the underside of his stem. She knew that if the stimulation could be controlled then his fluid would remain as clear as pouring-honey, but with a taste more astringent and strong. So she started slowly. Her fingertips found the smooth waxy skin in the creases of his thighs and gently pressed there. Then all eight fingertips cupped his sac. It felt alive; the skin rippled; the balls inside felt like heavy weights. Lifting his sac, she pressed just the tips of her little fingers into the base of his swollen penis. It wavered like a laden boat pitching in the swell. She heard his catch of breath; his clear sap started to drip upon her chin. Her thumbs pressed up behind his sac and she could feel the buried extension of his penis, like a fat hard tube extending into the groove of his buttocks then up inside him. The root of his penis was in there, with the slug of agaric steadily stimulating it.
Gently she slid the two middle fingers of her right hand back along the smooth buried tube, pressing un
til she felt the skin texture change from smoothly waxy to velvety hot. He moaned when she touched and tapped there. A single heavy drop of his hot, clear sap spilled on to her neck and ran down warmly under her ear lobe. She caught the next one, hot and musky, in her mouth. She heard her master's whispered approval. She kept pushing gently. Little hot tickling drips slid down her up-arched tongue, imparting a faint taste of the sea. Her master touched between her legs, imparting delicious feelings. Her two middle fingers slid inside the slave, where he was red hot. There was no trace of the slug of agaric, which must have melted. She curled her fingers inside, pressing up behind the penile root, and suddenly his back hollowed deeply and he froze: she had found the gland, that swollen lump filled with sap, and her fingertips were gently compressing it, trying to drive that luscious sea-scent up the spout of his penis to drip upon her tongue. Suddenly he gave an anguished cry; his anus tightened sexually round her fingers once, then went into spasm. The first forceful spurt of true semen fell hot upon her belly. She felt Shardlan spreading back the lips of her sex, and the bodkin tugging inside her, then the thick gobbets of fluid slapping down upon her belly and drenching her open sex in heavy scalding pulses.
Ulline hurriedly knelt beside Leah's head and forced her fingers into the slave, alongside Leah's, to ensure a full expulsion. 'You know what his cock is shedding?'
'Semen,' Leah lisped, writhing under Shardlan's slippery fingers as the last warm globules sank silently on to her quaking breast. Ulline reached down to squeeze the semen-coated nipple. Leah reached up to kiss Ulline, her lips and tongue showing Ulline just how wanton was her craving. Then she shuddered as she felt her master twirling the semen-soaked bodkin within the sensitive burrow of her pee-hole, while Ulline gently nipped and nuzzled her tongue as if milking it with her teeth.
