Of Pain and Delight (8 page)

‘And did he fuck you, Calema?’ Sahria asked anxiously. ‘Did he fuck you?’

‘Wait,’ teased her friend, ‘you are too eager. There is more to my story.

‘The prince walked behind me. I looked over my shoulder for a moment and saw him staring at my bottom. I knew he couldn’t fail to see the open lips of my sex, and possibly even the other little hole. I looked back down at the floor in anger and shame. Even if a prince, I thought, he should not stare at me in such a lewd and lascivious manner.

‘He spoke for the first time. His voice was soft but there was no warmth in his tone. “Such a perfect arse,” he said, simply. I was furious! I wanted to respond, to show my anger. I wanted to tell him that he had no business addressing a member of the royal household in such a way, but I decided to keep quiet. I knew that any protest would be pointless. “You have been marked well,” he continued. I felt him touch the scorched flesh of my bottom with his fingertips, and I sighed involuntarily. He ran a finger down the cleft between my buttocks until the tip touched my anus. At first I instinctively tightened the sphincter, but then relaxed, and he eased his finger into me. There was no need for lubrication. He slid his finger out again then slipped two, or maybe three inside me. “Ah, sweet princess,” he said, “I sense that you are well versed in anal delights.” He turned and twisted his fingers inside my bottom until my inner muscles became completely relaxed. He eased out of me and then rose to his feet. I knelt silently, my anus throbbing gently. I heard Sarne move and watched him as he walked past me towards the bed.

‘He stood for a moment with his back to me, and then removed his cloak and tossed it onto the bed. I savoured the sight of his strong back, his tight bottom and his long, muscular legs. He turned sideways and just stood there. It became rapidly clear to me that he was holding the pose on purpose. His cock was now fully erect. It jutted monstrously upward. I remember you telling me that the prince was magnificently endowed, but I was unprepared for this. It was plainly too thick for me to circle with my fingers and I imagined that it would surely tear me apart should it enter my pussy. But despite my fears, I have never wanted anything so badly in my life!

‘He walked over to a small cabinet and opened the door. He took something from within and then turned to me. At first my gaze was still transfixed by his huge prick, but then I saw that he was holding a leather tawse. My heart leapt and my mind was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement, and I begged him not to beat me too severely.

‘He slapped the tawse loudly on the palm of his hand. “Silence!” he barked. “Your pert flesh is well striped but you will discover that the kiss of the tawse will give you a far different sensation of pain and delight. Your bottom must burn before I take you.’

‘Did he,’ gasped Sahria breathlessly, ‘did he take you?’

‘Wait,’ teased Calema again, ‘you will find out.’

‘I can’t wait,’ laughed Sahria, but inside she was burning with envy. ‘Please, please go on.’

‘The prince moved behind me. I watched in fascination as he walked, his big cock waving about like a spear. I closed my eyes and clenched my buttocks. I felt him touch my bottom with the tawse and he gently stroked my skin with the harsh leather. He traced the shape of my rear then ran the tip of the tawse between my buttocks until it touched my pussy. He rubbed the full flatness of the implement against my soaking lips. I thrust my bottom out as much as I could in my shackled state to allow him easier access. He coated the tawse with my juices and then moved from me. I was nearly crying with lust.

‘The first stroke came without warning. I heard the wet slap and then felt the searing, satisfying sensation of joyous pain. The second stroke was administered almost immediately. The surge of sensation between my legs was such that I knew I would come the next time he hit me. The tawse lashed across both my buttocks with equal force, and the sound of my punishment echoed in my ears like the music of angels. My pussy felt like it was on fire as I climaxed with a violence I had never experienced before. I’d been fucked three or possibly four times earlier that day and had savoured three further orgasms when beaten by the guards, but this was something quite, quite different.

‘I cried out in sheer joy as the tawse stung my burning flesh again and again. My entire body was shaking and every stroke caused my desire to increase. I lost count of the number of times my poor bottom was lashed. And it didn’t matter; I wanted it to go on forever.

‘I heard Sarne toss the tawse to the floor and I sobbed with disappointment. I peered over my shoulder and looked at his face. I was crying, but I knew my eyes were filled with lust. The prince moved to kneel at my side and took hold of his enormous cock by the root. Leaning forward, he stroked my stinging buttocks with the long, thick shaft. Then suddenly he whipped me with it! He actually lashed me with his stiff cock! The pain was insignificant but the knowledge of what he was doing drove me once more to the brink of blissful release.

‘He whacked me again and again with it. I don’t know if it hurt him to do it, but he was plainly enjoying himself, by the look on his face. The sensation was strangely soothing, albeit highly erotic.

‘Presently, he rose and walked back to the cabinet. This time he took out a small silver jug. He poured some oil into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his thick cock. He moved back behind me and I felt him pour the oil into the cleft between my buttocks. It felt cool and soothing. I wanted him to massage the fluid over my stinging bottom, but instead I felt him once more ease his fingers into my tight little sphincter. His intentions were now all too clear.’

‘Oh, I don’t believe it,’ Sahria whispered excitedly, the breath catching in her throat. ‘He didn’t…’ She gripped herself between her legs and fingered her erect little bud. The very thought that her young friend could be impaled in such a way by Prince Sarne’s magnificent weapon was filling her with disbelief and seething jealousy.

Calema laughed girlishly. She was clearly enjoying Sahria’s discomfort. ‘The oil eased and opened me more and more, although I was terrified at the thought of what was about to happen. The idea of his superb tool entering my pussy was frightening enough, but
there
, I would have thought it impossible. I turned my head to look back at him. “Please, my lord, I am a virgin in that place,” I lied. “You are too big. The pain will be too much.” Sarne just sneered at me contemptuously as he continued to push his fingers in and out of my bottom. He poured on some more oil and then eased all four fingers and his thumb into me. I groaned, this time with pleasure. He pushed forward until, incredibly, my tight sphincter gripped his wrist. He turned his fist inside me whilst pouring yet more oil onto my cleft. I remember thinking that it might not be so bad after all. I have always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock moving in and out of my backside although, of course, I had never experienced one of such magnificent proportions.

‘At last he removed his fist from within me, gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, and tugged them apart. I gritted my teeth. I felt the bulbous head of his cock touch my anus. I took a deep breath and held the air deep in my lungs. I sensed the head move inside me and I gasped. There was no pain – he had prepared me well. He moved forward and slipped about three or four inches into me, then held still. I could feel the monster throbbing within my tight sheath, and I prayed he hadn’t come. I wanted more – much more.

‘He withdrew slightly and I thought he’d finished, but then he pushed forward again. He forced at least twice the length inside me this time. The feeling of fullness was amazing. There was a slight pain but that soon subsided. He pushed again, and at last he was inside me completely. I could feel his thick bush of hair pressed against my beaten bottom. He held himself still again and the monster throbbed heavily. Then he began to fuck me; he fucked me up the arse with his enormous cock!’

Calema hissed the last few words through clenched teeth. Even in the semi-darkness, Sahria could see that her expression was a picture of delight. Her friend took a moment to savour the pleasurable memory, and then continued.

‘My initial fears and the subsequent delightful feeling as he entered me had caused me to forget that I was trussed up. I fought against my bonds, wanting to respond to his incessant thrusts by jerking my body against him, but movement was virtually impossible. I clenched my buttocks tightly. I knew from experience that this would cause my anus to grip him firmly. He groaned and began to move faster. He was ramming his stalk in and out of me without a thought for my discomfort, but I was loving every moment. I gasped and panted for air as he hammered into me, and my pussy ached for release. Suddenly I was coming. I raised my head and let out a blood-curdling scream as my orgasm tore through my loins. The prince responded by thrusting ever harder and, incredibly I came again, even before the first wave of feelings had subsided!

‘The prince eased out of me and moved to kneel at my head. His long rod glistened with the oil, the angry, purple end inches from my face. I arched my neck and he moved towards me. I licked the end and then took the plum-sized head into my mouth. I could taste my scent, and I loved it. I could never have imagined doing such a thing before, but in my totally subservient position it seemed utterly right. I suckled him voraciously, my saliva dripping from my chin while he rubbed his long stalk with both hands.

‘Suddenly, without warning he roared like a stuck bear and thrust his cock forward so that it filled my mouth. I wanted to swallow his full length down my throat but knew that such a thing was out of the question. The thick stalk throbbed heavily between my lips and against my tongue. I tasted the saltiness of his cream and swallowed hard. He continued to pump rapidly, filling my mouth with more and more of his warm fluid until, at last he was sated.

‘He sat back and looked at me. I smiled and allowed a trace of sperm to slip from the corner of my mouth. Presently he stood up and donned his cloak, then clapped his hands loudly. The guards entered immediately. He barked out his orders to them. “Take this vixen to the black chamber, and see that Rapite thrashes her for her impertinence!’ I couldn’t believe that he could be so cruel, but his attitude seemed oddly fitting, in a strange way.’

The two of them sat in silence for some minutes. Sahria mulled over Calema’s fantastic story. She conjured up the image of her naked friend lying roped on the floor with Sarne’s huge weapon delving into her most intimate orifice. She was envious, that was true, but she was also happy that the girl had enjoyed such delightful pleasure. It did, however, appear odd to her that the younger girl had often enjoyed the sensations of anal sex whilst she herself had never participated in such deviations. She vowed that it would not be long before she, too, had given herself to this ultimate experience.

She also considered it strange that both she and Calema should enjoy the pleasures of being soundly whipped or beaten. Often in the past men had begged her for more when she lashed their bare buttocks with the most vicious whips. Perhaps all men and women were the same, she mused. Perhaps all were happy to succumb to the delights of pain, if they did but know it.

‘We must ally ourselves with the prince,’ she said presently.

‘What do you mean?’ asked Calema.

‘We have both learned much in these past few hours. I am sure that Prince Sarne and his cohorts have much more to teach us, and I know that we will both be very willing pupils. I also know that we probably have much knowledge to offer to them in return. Between us we can create the most sexually aware court in the entire world!

‘I want you to tie me to the frame.’

Sahria had spoken suddenly, causing Calema to be startled. ‘Certainly, sister, but why?’ she said.

‘Rapite left me strapped and hanging there. He will be furious if he returns and finds that I am free, and will undoubtedly blame you and punish you most severely.’

Calema laughed coquettishly. ‘I don’t mind,’ she pouted.

‘Possibly not, but if we are to persuade him to take us to the prince so that we can put forward our plan, we need him to be on our side.’ She took Calema’s arm and led her through the relative darkness to the frame. Suddenly the familiar sound of bolts being withdrawn came from the other side of the heavy door. ‘We are too late!’ exclaimed Sahria. The door opened and the two girls shielded their eyes from the brightness of the torchlight. The squat, shadowy figure of Rapite appeared in the doorway.

‘So, you have dared to release your companion from her bonds!’ he barked as he fixed the torches to two brackets set in the wall.

‘No!’ said Sahria quickly. ‘It was I who—’

‘Silence!’ growled Rapite, as he shuffled towards them. He glared at Calema as she stood cowering before him, shivering in her naked vulnerability. He reached out with a gnarled hand and stroked one of her breasts, and then squeezed the nipple spitefully. Calema squealed with the pain, and he laughed cruelly. He groped the other breast.

‘Such firm little tits,’ he growled, ‘and such lovely nipples. I shall have much pleasure piercing them.’

Calema’s eyes widened in horror. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked, her voice shaking with her terror.

‘You will see,’ he said, as he squeezed her other nipple tightly, causing her to wince. ‘The pain will be worth it, I promise.’

‘No!’ exclaimed Sahria. ‘She is too young. Take me, and do what you will with my body, but do not harm my friend.’

‘It is all right, Sahria,’ protested Calema, ‘I will take the pain.’

Sahria looked earnestly at her friend, but Calema’s expression was one of abject lust and it was immediately clear that the idea of following Sahria’s example and of having her flesh pierced appealed to the younger girl. Rapite continued to fondle Calema’s firm flesh, occasionally pinching and twisting her erect nipple and making her gasp with pain and delight. Eventually he tired of his game and moved to stand before Sahria.

He cupped one of her breasts in each hand and raised them. Sahria merely stood proudly still, arching her back slightly to accentuate the size of them. Rapite bent his head forward and took one of her nipple-rings into his mouth, and tugged it sharply with his teeth. It hurt, but she managed not to show her discomfort.

‘Be assured, princess,’ he sneered, ‘these succulent mounds will be further pierced and chained in the most restrictive of fashions, so that the slightest movement will cause the most exquisite pain.’

‘Please, sister, do not argue with our master,’ begged Calema, as she took her arm gently. ‘I have always longed to have such adornments, and not only in my nipples.’ She glanced pointedly down at the tiny rings piercing Sahria’s sex lips.

‘Be warned, it can hurt,’ Sahria whispered, but Calema merely smiled, making it patently obvious that such a prospect didn’t concern her in the slightest.

Rapite laughed raucously and slapped Calema soundly on the bottom. ‘The little bitch craves pain! I will have much sport with her!’

Sahria realised at once the truth of his words. Whilst she herself had taken much pleasure in her subjugation, Calema’s desires appeared to be much deeper, as though she had become a veritable slave to torture and humiliation. She felt a dampness between her legs and knew that she envied her. She smiled at her friend and nodded briefly, then glanced down at the loathsome Rapite, who was now suckling her nipple hungrily.

‘Take us to the prince,’ she said boldly, ‘we have a proposition to put to him.’

Rapite let her breast fall away from his lips and looked at her questioningly. ‘Proposition?’ he grunted. ‘What proposition?’

‘It is for the prince’s ears only,’ Sahria insisted.

Rapite glared into her eyes. Sahria caught the aroma of his foul breath and turned her face away. ‘Take care, princess,’ he snarled, ‘or you will taste the whip and believe me, you will not find its kiss as pleasurable as the cut of the cane!’

Sahria looked back at him contemptuously. They both stared into the other’s eyes for some moments, as if each was trying to break the other’s will.

Calema broke the uneasy silence. ‘Please, my lord Rapite, take us to Prince Sarne and afterwards you may pierce me in any way that pleases you.’

He swung round angrily. ‘Once again you appear to forget,’ he spat, ‘that you are both my prisoners! I can do with you as I wish!’

Sahria rested a hand on his muscular shoulder. ‘But surely, my lord,’ she whispered, ‘is it not better if we are totally suppliant? Would you not prefer it if we gave ourselves completely of our own will, offering our bodies to whatever debasement you should choose to inflict upon us?’

He eyed her suspiciously, but her words seemed to have the right effect. ‘You would give yourself entirely?’ he wheezed. ‘Both of you?’

Sahria shrugged. ‘As you have so often said, my lord Rapite, we have no choice.’

Rapite leered at her and jabbed a hand between her legs. He pushed his fingers into the soft, wet flesh. ‘Why do you dribble so, princess?’ he muttered.

Sahria didn’t want to admit that her arousal was the result of Calema’s erotic tale. ‘It is your masterful presence that makes it weep, my lord,’ she said. She reached out and grasped his thick cock through his loincloth. ‘It appears that my friend and I have had a similar effect on you.’

Rapite pushed her hand away and moved quickly towards the open door. ‘I will speak to the prince,’ he said, ‘but heaven help you if this is some form of trickery.’ With that he was gone and the door was once again slammed and bolted into place.

‘At least we have the torches,’ said Calema, after a few moments.

‘Let me look at you,’ said Sahria, taking her by the arm, ‘turn around.’ Calema turned her back to her and Sahria bent to examine her tortured bottom. ‘You are badly bruised but the skin is not broken. It will heal quickly.’ She sat back on the cot and watched as Calema walked around the dank cell, looking in wonder at the array of whips, flails and canes that festooned the walls. She took down a particularly vicious looking bullwhip and caressed the thick lash with the tenderness of a lover stroking a hardening penis.

‘Nobody could take a beating from an implement such as this,’ she said with awe.

‘You would be surprised just how much a strong man can take,’ replied Sahria with a grin. Calema replaced the whip and sat next to her friend.

‘I had heard tales of this place, but this was your domain and I was never permitted to enter.’

‘You never showed any real interest,’ Sahria pointed out. ‘You were always too busy with the soldiers or the labourers in the fields.’

Calema smiled. ‘I could never understand the pleasure in giving or receiving pain. Until now, that is.’

‘Would you wish to administer punishment yourself?’

‘I’m not sure. I don’t think so. I think I would rather
be
punished.’

‘Is it the pain that you enjoy?’

Calema thought for a moment. ‘Partly,’ she answered, ‘but it is also the feeling of total helplessness. When the guards trussed me up I wanted them to fuck me, but when they merely lashed me with the rope I came as violently as at any time in the past when I had a lover’s rod deep within me. It was because I couldn’t move, I think. All I could do was to kneel there with my bottom presented to them. It was as though I took pleasure in my shame.’

‘Do you remember Mistress Cale?’ Sahria spoke the name with reverence. Calema nodded. ‘Do you remember, then, how she would come to our bedrooms after the day’s schooling and would punish us for our childish misdemeanours? Some of the things she did to me drove me wild.’

‘I think I must have been too young, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.’ said Calema ruefully. ‘She would spank me on my bare bottom and that was often wonderful, but that was all. What did she do to you?’

Sahria sat back and drew her legs up against her breasts and wrapped her arms tightly around her ankles. She smiled, her eyes glinting. ‘I don’t know if I should tell you,’ she teased.

‘Oh, please,’ begged the other, ‘please tell me.’

Sahria paused for a moment and enjoyed the flushed look of youthful excitement and curiosity on Calema’s face.

‘All right,’ she said at last. ‘I remember one time, just after my seventeenth birthday…’

‘Had you been initiated, like I was?’ interrupted Calema.

‘Oh yes. My virginity had been taken by the vizier in just the same manner as happened to you. He was followed by twenty of the most handsome nobles in the court.’

‘I only had fifteen,’ protested the younger girl.

Sahria grinned. ‘I think you will find the count was twenty. It is the custom. You probably lost count.’

Calema shrugged. ‘Possibly,’ she said quietly. ‘Go on with your story.’

‘I was enjoying a delightful time with two young soldiers in my bedroom. I knew it was forbidden to consort with such lowly types, but they were beautiful and had such fine strong bodies. My initiation had left me with a taste for good hard sex, and I would take it wherever and whenever I could.’

‘I know exactly what you mean,’ murmured Calema, her eyes glazing over as she pondered recent memories.

‘I was kneeling on my bed with one of the soldiers pumping into me from behind as I sucked the rod of his colleague. Suddenly the door burst open and I heard the dreadful sound of Mistress Cale’s voice. “What is this?” she demanded, “these men are common soldiers. Remove yourself from them!”

‘I was in such a state of sexual arousal that I remained motionless for a brief moment. Mistress Cale grabbed hold of the two men and forcibly pulled them from me. I turned to kneel on the bed and looked at her face. She was furious and I knew I was in for a most severe punishment. My pussy was already running with my juices, but the thought of receiving a whipping excited me even more.

‘The two soldiers stood at the side of the bed, trembling like cowards. Their cocks hung limply between their legs, still large but no longer threatening. They were obviously terrified.

Mistress Cale glared at them and barked, “Be gone with you!” and they were away in an instant, leaving their clothing strewn around my bedroom floor. I have often wondered how they would have explained their predicament if they were seen rushing naked through the palace corridors!

‘When they were gone Mistress Cale closed the door quietly and turned to face me. For a moment I hung my head in shame, but then I looked up and held her stare; after all, I
was
a princess!

‘I was determined not to show any fear, but I couldn’t stop trembling, more from lust than terror. She smiled cruelly, obviously thinking I was frightened of her. I asked what she was going to do to me, and my voice sounded like that of a timid child. She walked over to me and grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and yanked it back. She put her face so close to mine that I could smell her stale breath. I tried to turn my face away but she tugged my hair and forced me to look into her eyes. They were blazing with fury. “You know it is forbidden for men such as those to savour the delights of a royal body!” she snarled. “You will be punished in the most severe manner! Do you understand?”

‘I said nothing and she yanked my hair again harshly, causing me to yelp with the pain. “I said, do you understand?” she demanded. I mouthed the word “yes”, but barely a sound came from my lips. She threw me back on the bed and stomped towards the door, opened it, and then stopped and looked round at me. “I am going to fetch my little teaser,” she said, then disappeared from the room.

‘I knew what she meant. Her “little teaser” was a vicious tawse made from the roughest leather. I had encountered its kiss only once before, when she discovered me fondling myself one lonely night, and I knew the pain would be great.

‘I began to feel afraid. The times when she had spanked my bare rump with her hand were secretly pleasurable, but the teaser hurt dreadfully.

‘My first thought was to refuse to allow her to punish me and to order her from my sight, but I knew she was strong and would easily be able to force me to submit. Then I considered fleeing my room, but again I knew she would find me eventually and that my punishment would be all the more severe. I decided to wait, and to let her do her worst. If I resisted there was a chance she might tell the king, and the soldiers whom I had been enjoying would most certainly be put to death. I didn’t want that on my conscience; they had such lovely cocks.

‘So I lay on my bed in silent acquiescence, waiting for Mistress Cale to return. Her room was only a short walk from mine, and yet she was taking a very long time. It was obvious that she was making me wait on purpose, making me suffer the agonies of expectation. She knew I had experienced her teaser before and that I would be trembling with fear and lust. She was deliberately doing it – making me wait. I imagined her to be standing on the other side of my door, clutching and caressing her vicious tawse. I could visualise her stroking the harsh leather, and I suddenly realised that I desperately wanted to feel it lashing across my bare bottom. In my mind’s eye I could see the ridges and the splits in the leather and sense the roughness of its texture. The more I thought about it the hotter I became. I wanted it; I wanted it badly. I needed to feel the searing pain of the first blow and hear the thwack echoing in my ears as it lashed across my poor, delicate skin.