Blonde Fury II

by Sean O'Kane

  “Get the drinks and then take her. Prepare both of you for my usual pleasures.”

  Asil stood up in a single flowing movement and began to unbutton her crisp white shirt. Breathlessly Sophie looked on as the svelte and shapely back was revealed and then, once the black bra was unclipped, Sophie caught a glimpse of the smooth swell of one side of a heavy breast as it swung free on her chest as she twisted to unzip her skirt and then step free of it. Black, lacy ‘short’ type knickers followed and then both girls were naked apart from their heels, Asil’s were rather higher than Sophie’s but even so she was a head shorter. Her bottom was perfection however, neat, almost perfect hemispheres on either side of the shadowy cleft and barely a crease where they joined the thighs. The little hollow directly beneath and between them drew Sophie’s eyes and she licked her lips at the prospect of seeing the sex that nestled there. It had been a long time since she had made love to another woman, Floyd had decreed that the ponygirls only had sex with men. She wondered if the Prince’s tastes ran to girl on girl. As soon as she had framed the thought she chided herself, she was as certain as she could be that his tastes ran to things she could hardly imagine.

  Sophie had been watching the graceful strip from slightly behind the girl and now when she turned to face Sophie, she saw her body in its full glory. The hips were wide but still gracefully in proportion and the delta was shaven, just as Sophie’s had been at the stable. The legs were not as long as Sophie’s but were very shapely, the breasts were as heavy as Sophie had thought from what she had been able to see, but now she could see how the body had been decorated.

  The inverted triangle of her delta had been tattooed to depict a display of dahlia blooms in red, white and dusky pink against green foliage. It was dense and intricate beyond anything she had ever seen before and she thought it was exquisitely beautiful. But then as the girl came towards her she saw that beneath the floral display each labial lip had been pierced several times and sported quite heavy silver rings.

  But there was more. Each nipple at the peak of the superb, olive skinned breasts formed the pistil of a small bloom that was tattooed on the areola, and each nipple was pierced as well.

  Asil smiled as she registered Sophie’s shocked admiration.

  “Come with me,” she told her and drew her by her hand into the lounge. “Wait there.”

  Sophie stood and waited while Asil mixed a vodka and tonic for the Prince and a cordial for Selim and delivered them. Then she came back and drew Sophie through the door at the back of the lounge and into a corridor that ran down one side of the fuselage, doors opened off it on one side.

  “Bedrooms,” Asil said. “His Highness’s is in here.”

  She opened a door and once again Sophie was open-mouthed with astonishment. The room contained the biggest four poster bed she had ever seen. The floor was covered in a deep pile white carpet and the bedding was likewise, crisp and pristine white, while the bed itself was made from pale grey steel with an intricate headboard and foot board. The posts were made from interweaving steel lengths and both they and the rails that joined them were pierced at intervals by bright steel rings, from some of which hung chains. And as she began to take it all in, Sophie realised that both the headboard and foot board were similarly equipped. She felt her cunt spasm at the thought of what the Prince might be capable of in here. And yet the brilliant sunshine poured into the room as if to underline, by the stark contrast, the very darkness of the pleasures that might be experienced in such a place.

  Asil went straight to a wardrobe and opened it to reveal racks of gowns and dresses that were obviously fabulously expensive. She drew them apart to reveal drawers set into the back wall.

  “He likes pale skinned girls in black stockings,” she said over her shoulder and then handed her a pair.

  “And you’ll need these,” she added. “They should fit, but in any case you won’t be walking far in them!” She handed across a pair of Louboutin, sky high-heeled black shoes. “He’ll want me in this,” she went on as Sophie began to draw on the stockings.

  ‘This’ was a strictly boned corset that left Asil’s decorated delta naked and also just lifted and offered up her lovely breasts without covering the flowers or the rings at her nipples. Sophie helped lace her in and had to admit that the result was stunning. She needed no stockings and just slipped her feet into shoes similar to Sophie’s.

  “You are a big girl!” Asil said, standing back and admiring Sophie. “Has he bought you?”

  “Yes, he has,” Sophie replied and was amazed at how exciting that sounded; ‘bought’. She was property, there was no pretext of any contract now. She just hoped the Prince wouldn’t take too long about enjoying his purchase.

  “Chipped?” Asil asked, her head slightly tilted to one side.

  “Yes,” Sophie answered.

  “You’re lucky. He’ll really let himself go with you.”

  Sophie nodded. She completely understood. Vaguely at the back of her mind there was a fleeting realisation that even two days ago she wouldn’t have had the faintest idea what the girl meant.

  “You?” she asked Asil.

  The girl shook her head. “No, I was given to him by my last owner as payment for something or other. Most women in Bakhtar are owned, one way or another. I suppose they think we don’t need chipping.”

  Asil sounded so sad that Sophie immediately drew her to herself and hugged her. She felt the girl’s lips press briefly against the inside of each breast as she stroked her sleek black hair. But after a few moments Asil pulled away.

  “I see the way you and the other slaves come when you are used and I can see you all come harder than I can. Don’t misunderstand me please! I love my Master and I try to come as hard as I can for him, but I know you come much harder. Do you spurt?”

  Sophie was shocked at the girl’s openness and could only nod. Asil tutted, “Then they’ll be really hard on you!” The naked envy in her voice shocked Sophie even more. But then the gorgeous girl with her waist now spectacularly constricted and her hips breathtakingly emphasised, took her hand and led her back into the lounge.

  The Prince surveyed them at his leisure as they stood before him.

  “Good. As I like them,” he said eventually. “Now I think it is high time I see how this new acquisition fares under the lash.”

  He stood and walked back into the bedroom. Behind him Asil gave Sophie a nudge in the ribs and mouthed ‘told you so’. Sophie smiled at her.

  He made Sophie lie face down on the bed and stretch her limbs out to the four corners. She did so with no compunction. In truth she was as interested as the Prince was in how she would fare under the lash now she was chipped.

  The bed was the height of luxury to lie on after so long spent on straw and Sophie inhaled the scent of fresh linen. Contentedly she watched Asil’s delicate hands buckle cuffs on her wrists and then clip a karabiner through a link of steel chain and feed the chain through the struts of the bed head to the other cuff. The chain clinked and slithered as it was fed through; a sound that reverberated in Sophie’s head, promising so much about what she was to discover in this new life.

  When Asil had dealt with her ankles in the same way and Sophie felt herself stretched out and securely held on the bed, the Prince showed her the whip he was going to use. It was a heavy, supple leather strap that started out broad at the handle but which tapered rapidly along its eighteen inch length until it came to a point.

  “After a hundred I’ll stop and see how many more you can take,” he said.

  Sophie’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the sentence. Surely she would come repeatedly under such a beating. She turned her head to watch her new owner steady himself and raise the whip, so probably he didn’t hear the soft whimper of envy from Asil. Then he struck.

  Immediately it became clear to Sophie that the whips used at the Pretty Pony were lightweight. The strap in her owner’s hands thudded and smacked like nothing she had felt before. It stung and bit and
clubbed like a punch all at once. Every now and again he would lengthen his swing and let the pointed tip of the lash wrap her ribs and snap at the side of her breast, making the pain lance through her as a bright spear of scarlet pleasure. She knew it was pain but she couldn’t help the wonderful feelings it gave her. She tried to breathe through the blizzard of sensations assailing her but soon her belly was full of liquid fire and she knew she was humping herself at the bed, drumming her hips up and down as the lash inscribed lines of blinding sensations across her shoulders her back and her buttocks.

  Sophie lost herself under the whip. She howled as orgasm after orgasm swept over her, humping her back and feeling tides of hot convulsions sweep through her cunt. Somewhere she heard Asil’s shrill squeals of excitement under the repeated swishes and the heavy, meaty smacks of the strap.

  Then at long last it stopped and Sophie could draw breath.

  “Oh, your Highness!” she heard Asil whisper from above her. “She squirts nearly every time! Look!”

  “The slut has certainly made a mess of the bed!” she heard the Prince say. And then she felt his hands on her, his fingers jabbing and prodding at the welts that were still burning across her body. They awoke fading aftershocks of orgasm and she groaned in relaxed pleasure after the storm of the beating.

  “I’ll give her fifty more,” he said at last. “Count them.”

  Sophie barely had time to take a breath before the whipping started again. Falling on skin that had already been worked on and nerves which blood had filled, it sent her rocketing up to the stars and she hardly heard Asil count the lashes. All she could do was drown in the sounds of the whip falling, the explosions of pleasure pain and the devastation it wrought in her.

  When it stopped for the second time, Sophie cried out as she felt a soft but heavy weight fall across her blazing back, and then she felt Asil’s soft hair fall over the side of her face, then there was more weight and Asil was groaning and moving on top of Sophie, pressed down onto her. Slowly she realised that the Prince was fucking Asil on top of her. With the breath being squeezed from her and her skin feeding orgasmic signals to her exhausted body, Sophie could only groan until she felt the Prince begin to thrust down into Asil in earnest and eventually reach a climax before rolling off both girls.

  Sophie felt Asil roll off as well and she was able to turn her head to one side and through bleary eyes she saw Asil kneel before the Prince and rake her thick hair to one side before beginning to clean his cock with her mouth. She watched the darkly glossed lips run gently along the slackening length of cock, cleaning the sticky remains of his come but leaving their own gleam of saliva behind them when she eventually withdrew and knelt back, gazing up adoringly at him.

  “Take her into the playroom and prepare her for breastwork, then leave her and attend me,” he told her.

  When he had gone, just dressed in trousers and loafers, Asil freed Sophie and kissed her passionately on the lips.

  “Oh you have such wonderful breasts! He’ll really go to town on them! Come with me quickly!”

  She helped Sophie stand and then guided her to a small door beside the bed head. They ducked through and Sophie found herself in a brightly lit dungeon. Everywhere the sunlight glinted off stainless steel. There were posts that ran from floor to ceiling with holes and hooks at intervals everywhere so that the chains which hung in shining cascades on the walls could be affixed as desired. The posts were also intersected by numerous horizontal ones so that a girl could be mounted and restrained in virtually any position. In the centre of all these contrivances stood a simple leather bench, bolted firmly to the floor.

  Sophie looked around in awe. Although her chip now allowed her to glory in pain, she knew that she had only just scratched the surface of what was possible.

  Asil busied herself drawing lightweight curtains over the windows shutting out the dazzling sunlight and casting the room into a gentle twilight.

  “Now over here and onto the bench,” she instructed Sophie. “Kneeling back on your heels.”

  When she was ready, Asil lowered a bar with cuffs on it and raised Sophie’s wrists one by one and shackled them just above her head. When she was satisfied she went to a stack of shallow steel drawers that might have come from a well-kept mechanic’s workroom. From there she took several packages and returned to the bench to lay them out in front of Sophie’s curious gaze. There were a lot of small paper packages but she took little notice of them. Her attention was riveted by the four long, shiny, steel needles laid neatly out on a clean towel by Asil. Each needle was about a foot long and their slender and smooth shafts glinted up at Sophie; wicked promises of pain, delight and submission which set Sophie’s heart hammering. She had never seen such things before but she instantly knew that the trembling globes of her breasts were to be the helpless targets for them.

  Asil broke in on her excited and apprehensive thoughts.

  “He’ll use the smaller ones too. They’re in the sterile packages. You’ll be amazed how little it hurts, but when you look down and see the long ones going right through your breasts…well, you might think you’ve come hard before but believe me…” She let the sentence hang and Sophie could see nothing but bright eyed excitement in the girl’s face.

  “You’ve had them?” Sophie managed to ask.

  “Oh yes. Lots of times,” Asil replied carelessly, going back to the wall to stand in front of a rack of whips. “The needles aren’t nearly as terrible as some of the beatings you’ll get with a single tail,” she turned and gave Sophie a brilliant smile, “but they’re pretty good all the same!”

  Sophie grinned back and Asil returned with a small whip equipped with six or seven short, stiff leather tails.

  “Now sit up, please. His Highness will expect your tits to be well warmed up before he starts work on them,” she told Sophie, who didn’t hesitate to sit up and thrust her chest forwards. The whip on her back had been blindingly erotic, she couldn’t wait to find out what it would do to her on her breasts.

  Asil lifted it back and then stopped. “Just because I know how much this hurts won’t stop me thrashing you as hard as his Highness will require. And anyway if he thinks I’ve gone easy on you he’ll put me in solitary confinement for a month!” The terror that Sophie heard in the girl’s voice convinced her that solitary confinement was the worst thing that could befall a girl who belonged to the Prince.

  The whip fell.

  Sophie’s eyes opened wide and her breath hissed out between clenched teeth. It stung like nothing she had ever experienced. The wicked, stiff lashes felt like red hot wires as Asil smacked the whip down, moving from one breast to the other relentlessly. The pain mounted as lash piled on lash until finally the agony began to spread and deep inside her the warm tides of excitement began to flood at last. Sophie put her head back and let the pain subsume her and melt into exquisite pleasure. She felt Asil grasp her left nipple and lift the breast so that the lashes could bite at the underside. Ten, twenty – she no idea how many lashes later, the right breast was treated to the same.

  Then Asil stepped back and began sweeping the terrible little whip from side to side. Now the tails bit at each nipple full on and it tipped Sophie over the edge once more and she groaned as a fresh tide of orgasm made her pull at her chains and thrust her hips forwards. From a long way away she heard Asil encourage her and as her cunt spasmed and convulsed again she heard her flagellator laugh as the juices spurted out shamelessly onto the leather bench.

  Asil left her, panting and shaking in the aftermath. She had to go and service the flight crew and Selim, she said.

  Sophie had no idea how long she waited but her arms were seriously aching by the time the door opened and Asil re-entered, followed by the Prince and Selim, both of whom were now naked to the waist. Asil’s hair was tousled and her breasts had scratch marks on them. She was smiling however and Sophie noticed that the insides of her glorious thighs were shiny and she guessed that the flight crew and Selim had indeed tak
en advantage of the Prince’s generosity.

  But she had scant time for thought because the Prince came straight over to her and grabbed both breasts. She groaned and looked down as he clawed his long fingers into them, squeezing out billows of soft flesh between them.

  “Whip them again, Asil,” he said tersely.

  Asil stepped forward with the wicked little flogger again and began before Sophie could ready herself. The bitter stinging caught her by surprise and she yelped and cried out as the leathers bit into her and awoke the pain of the previous beating, but once again she found the pain transmuted into wild pleasure and she managed to look down and admire the way the heavy mounds of her tits swung and trembled under the lash. She was even aware of her belly heating and melting as the red stripes began to blossom on the tanned skin and she loved the look of fierce concentration on Asil’s face as she worked. It assured her victim that she would be spared nothing in pursuit of their owner’s pleasure and Sophie gratefully drowned in another shattering orgasm.

  Again she was given no time to prepare. The Prince stepped forwards, unwrapped a sterile package, took out a needle and grasped a pinch of her breast skin then thrust the needle through. Sophie’s head jerked forwards in shock and she saw the steel break through the skin as it came out. After the preparation of the whipping, the sting was a bright spear that made her eyes water. But she found she couldn’t look away as the Prince began to work around her areolas, making circles of piercings. Each bright, sharp lance of pain made her sigh as she began the long climb back towards orgasm, but she was afraid he would run out of needles before she made it. And so it proved. She was gasping and moaning when he stood back and he and Selim admired the rings of steel and coloured plastic around her lust-swollen areolae. Sophie glanced up in disappointment and saw Asil looking at her with naked lust and envy while her hands furtively worked between her legs as she stood behind the men. Sophie managed a fleeting smile and turned her attention back to the men, briefly she wondered what the punishment would be for illicit pleasure and the resultant jolt of excitement as she considered the possible cruelties prepared her for what came next.