Silvana's Quest

by Caroline Swift

  The Compromise

  The further training commenced early the following day and took place in the spacious Precinct One that virtually replicated almost every one of the contrivances available in the dreaded Chamber of Gratification which had to be freed for normal use by the nobles. Damiana was her usual ebullient self, despite the night spent chained to Thanon's bed, long hours that had severely tested the submissive half of her mercurial nature. Although she enjoyed it, she longed for the official decree announcing her promotion to the torture dungeon about to be promulgated. And there Sefket, deprived of his Obisba, awaited her helping hand.

  It was Silvana who showed herself most eager to learn. She waited patiently to be allotted her first, advanced training posture. After the others had been chained by Mila and Yannis to their initial structures, Silvana was ordered to the tall gridiron that slanted between two pillars. Dragging her ankle chains towards the frame, the blonde stopped short, her heart missing several beats. In the penumbra beyond the nail-infested stakes already occupied by the miserable Kitana and Britta, she saw Thanon talking with a treacherously attractive female who appeared to be hardly clothed, apart from a black dildo strapped round her slender thighs. She seemed to be watching the procedures with interest and Silvana caught the noblewoman's eyes roaming over her body, and the remark: "Ah, so that's the one you fancy, Thanon. Well, as usual, you do tend to choose plump breasts, don't you just! I must say they're remarkable. Smooth areoles and really prominent teats, just what I always seek for my flesh tongs. But if I understand, that one's out of my reach, which is a shame. I'll just have to make do with our Rouxel. Too bad, you selfish monster! But the fat hulk over there," she pointed to Carmela, crucified in chains on a cross glittering with barbs, "could do with beating. You know, dear Thanon, how I like a robust pair of dugs. Do you think I could have her teats to torture?"

  Silvana captured the reply. "I fear not, sweet countess. They're here to be broken in."

  The presence of her idol sent Silvana into a turmoil, her heart quickening. By all the gods, how magnificent he looked in that brocaded cloak of office, his beard more pointed than ever she had remembered. And there, between the folds of rich, glistening silk, clearly distinguishable, dangled that superb cock that had brought her to womanhood. Then she realized she was in love for the first time in her short life. She hoped he would fuck her again.

  As she ran her tongue over her lips to coat them with a flash of brilliance, she saw Damiana glance at Thanon and then at her. Could it be there was a look of jealousy in the woman's eyes? A slash of Mila's whip across her thighs put an end to the exchange of looks. Silvana was driven towards the iron grid and her further training began.

  "Just slam that flat belly of yours, whore, against the rods," the insufferable girl hissed. If anyone to Silvana's mind was a whore, that slut reigned supreme; strangely, a new sensation welled up in the newcomer, a desire to whip the booted slut as she whipped her captives. The craving flared momentarily in her and then was gone. A slave was a slave, a palace flogger a superior being; that was the destiny of things.

  "Legs out to the corners," the bitch ordered, "and look sharp about it, unless you want a weight hung on your clit ring. You won't have another chance to learn before starting work. So wake up, trollop, or I'll flay your arse really raw." She gave the buttocks a smart lash.

  Silvana spread herself against the chain-ladened iron as Damiana took over, issuing the same orders. "Feed those huge tits through the bars, so they hang free beyond for the whip. What do you think they're for? To show off to the nobles like uncooked tripe? And mind you keep that huge arse of yours slack and ready. Good... Now up with the arms. Scum like you must learn how to present loose meat to a courtier." The remark was addressed to the others, as well as to the blonde. "Later we'll turn you round, so your front won't get envious of what's left of your rear. By Locrana and the holy Phranis, you lot really need the lash."

  Her head turned sideways, the cheek pressed against the iron, Silvana felt Yannis tugging her breasts out beyond the bars. Once chained by all four limbs, she glanced at her companions. The two feckless weaklings knelt, ready for flogging, Kitana chained backwards. Carmela knelt motionless at the breast bench, spikes and cords holding her vast bulges ready for the quirt, just as Odile had described in bed. The two youths occupied a couple of whipping trestles, each one's ringed cock throbbing aloft, stiff and ready for the bamboo.

  At least the insufferable mantras from Kitana had subsided into hoarse groans; Silvana could clearly see later that both youngsters were firmly impaled behind on studded dildo shafts extending from the stakes, the sphincters now trained to take such insertions.

  Pacing the chamber, Damiana appeared content. She was caressing the thongs of her famished service whip as she began to speak from behind her veil.

  "You slaves must learn to accustom yourselves to these positions. They're among the more usual our distinguished courtiers favour. I want no struggling while you're being chained up and no screaming during the first lashes. Just offer your flesh in silence until the pain overcomes you. Then you may yell to your heart's content until the pleasure starts and you begin to mount towards your climax. And let me warn you, without your orgasms - you'll be told when to spend your sex juice - no courtier will be satisfied. So now, let us start."

  Mila and Yannis approached, shaking out their whips and selecting Silvana and Pervez to begin with, sensing them to be the best of the six. Wrenching on her bondage, Silvana looked desperately at Thanon. She wanted him to watch her body being beaten and approve.

  The lashes she received over the buttocks and thighs from Mila were puny compared with what Yannis did to her breasts lolling beyond the grid bars; they flounced, flattened and turned beet-red, the ringed teats bloating. Gritting her teeth, the slave uttered hardly a sound, for again her demigod was taking stock of her fine body, dedicated solely to him, her Master.

  The training session advanced slowly but methodically through the afternoon hours of sweltering heat, each inmate experiencing the different structures and the various whips the two assistants took from the wall panel. For Silvana, by far the most erotic moments were those spent kneeling before the breast bar - the horizontal wooden lath connecting the twin uprights which she discovered with a shock was rife with honed tines slanted away from the body, ensuring the mammary meat bulged skin-tight, once the roots had been strapped down. She watched the purple veins pumping as the circulation of blood dwindled, the teats resembling ripe radishes. The wrists chained to the upper crossbar, ankles hasped to the boards, rods hinged on the platform were fed into the anus and far up into the liquid vagina. Completely immobilized, she realized she was about to have her breasts quirted, just as previously Pervez had been cock whipped, standing with his penis anchored across the bar, his scrotum elongated with weights of lead. How the youth had been able to hold back his sperm defeated Silvana, even if Damiana had warned him 'not to defile the place with his clotted cream' until she gave her consent. Somehow, he had managed to obey.

  But later it was Britta's deplorable conduct on the 'horse' that dismayed the cohort. No doubt punishing her for the outrageous misconduct earlier with Ayesha, the slave mistress made her suffer inordinately. The miserable slut was suspended by the wrists from chains running over an overhead drum, her thighs straddling the knife-sharp summit of the 'horse', Yannis having fettered the ankle leathers tight to shackles in the paving. At the breast-bench Silvana sighed, noticing that the poor lamb had not yet learnt how to grasp the upper chains and attenuate the crotch torture. The demented yells confirmed how the serrated edge sawed into the open sex each time Yannis, after cranking up the naked body, lowered it brutally on to the wooden crest. Yet her fellow sufferers felt the obstinate, half-starved wench deserved all she was receiving. If she was to serve the palace, she just had to pull herself together.

  The weeping equestrian implored her mistress patheticall
y for forgiveness but the successive descents on to the blade continued. The rest of the females, if spared the same harsh degree of punishment, learned readily how to ride the steed, dousing its flanks with slime issuing from what had become inflamed labia, the buttocks shuddering under the lash.

  In her turn, it was the tripod that provided Silvana with a taste of Damiana's beloved paddle, a forearm's length of swine-hide that caused more noise than harm. Chains crossing the belly and thighs, the slave body yawed backwards over the three-legged restraint, the leather flange reddening the flesh rapidly; her crotch rings jangling, Silvana almost spent again, so strangely exciting was the effect. Stimulated by the beauty's muted grunts, the woman addressed her. "You seem to enjoy this, slut. Do you want another dozen over what you present between those thighs? It's pure pleasure to paddle a body as receptive as yours. Just wait until the Lord Menthif and his two mistresses decide to use you. They really like a sleek one with rich breasts and a big rump." Wondering whether the overseer suspected her attraction for Thanon, and having been posed a direct question, Silvana presumed she was obliged to answer.

  "Yes, mistress...thrash me there," the dangling head spluttered, wishing for once her mouth had been gagged. "Whip up into my craving crotch... but I'll try not to spend again until you say I may...Train me to obey your orders as a naked slave...I love being flogged..."

  "You'd better not spend until I say. But there's a lustful beast in you trying to get out, isn't there? And that has to be tamed." Only too glad to comply with the plea, the woman strolled round to the head, thrust her groin into the sweating face and struck down into the ringed gash of metal and liquid. A sudden rush of recklessness swept through the nude's loins, her shrieks joining those issuing from other parts of the chamber. Intentionally, her mistress drove her clear over the erotic boundary, the slave's orgasm bursting with a force she had rarely witnessed in a palace slut, leave alone in a raw beginner. Enjoying her victim's offence and monstrous abandon, she made her come again and then again. Silvana slumped, voided.

  "Well, that was something!" Damiana commented, wiping off her paddle. "Of course, I'll have to punish you later for that, when we're alone." Transported into the cirrus clouds over Bithynia, the discharging one hardly heard the sentence, even if the others had.

  The session of practice over, the six penitents were led back, smarting, to the Slave Quarters where they fell into bed to await the evening meal. Drained but contented, Silvana was surprised that the seniors neither questioned nor comforted them. However, at table, the usual chatter took up again, Odile ensuring the blonde sat next to her, the freshly welted crotch within easy reach.

  "So, did you enjoy the first precinct, my sweet?" she purred. "Just wait till you start life in the other places!"

  "And what they've got lined up for you there," Rouxel put in, serving the saffron rice. "At least, thanks be to the holy Locrana, we lot won't be the only ones to do all the work." The freckled one had just returned from a session in Precinct Six and her breasts showed it.

  Odile guided the shapely blonde - now no longer a newcomer - towards her bunk almost immediately the scullions had cleared away the plates and trenchers. After stripping back the silken sheets to avoid stains, she smeared a mixture of calamine and herbs into the bloated vulva and the embraces began. Despite the paddle, Silvana responded tolerably well when the joys of Lesbos got under way, although still taken aback by Odile's septum ring that complicated the kissing. She lay back on the bared pallet and let the woman use her.

  Pervez joined forces with Alexis in servicing Ortalona who seemed never to have too many cocks in her at once. Carmela, with surprising alacrity and seemingly stimulated by the tutoring, managed to tempt Nisos to two or three other welcoming beds in turn, giving the youth valuable practice and restoring his courage. As for a moody and still frightened Kitana, she avoided becoming involved, although during a brief pause Odile allowed Silvana, they did see her little hand below the bondage strap giving herself a healthy frigging. If her orgasm was as timid as her reactions when faced with Mila's scourge, the others felt she was nevertheless making progress.

  Only Ayesha lay prone, still pulling a long face and nursing her breasts, with Britta beside her, doing all she could to provide what she considered as sisterly solace.

  It was Saletha, as that night's mistress on duty, who called a halt to the orgies with an amused smile. She had her grim assistant, Saroya, attach each throat strap to the hook behind the bed again by means of what Silvana, for one, felt was a surprisingly generous length of chain. The gorgon then extinguished the candles, recuperating one from Elfra who, as the odd girl out, had been using it energetically between her thighs ever since supper.

  The chamber sank into repose, at the same time alert should a call be forthcoming from the courtiers and courtesans above. One could never tell when the dragons of lust might raise their ugly heads.

  The day following - the final stage of tutelage - provided, at least for Silvana, a series of episodes that would remain permanently in her memory. Damiana had been allotted Precinct Three and intended to make the most of its attributes.

  The aspect of the windowless retreat, lit only by candles, astonished the cohort. Far different from the dank, dripping vaults already visited, the place was elegantly furnished. A semicircle of ornate thrones set upon Turkish kilims faced the capacious breadth of the room that was redolent with fumes of rare perfume. As was to be expected, a host of strange appliances - slabs like altars; tall marble columns, decked with chain, and flogging crosses -occupied most of the space. What intrigued Silvana most were the numerous lengths of iron links, terminating in hooks, running over cogged pinions set in the vaulting and, beyond, the panoply of gleaming instruments displayed on the far wall. It was not just the vast array of scourges, crops and plaited bullwhips that made her catch her breath, but the other items. These Silvana gazed at dumbly, for, apart from the stopples, buckled head-hoods, flesh tongs and rakes, some surpassed her understanding, particularly the spiked disks that seemed able to revolve in the forked extremity of metal handles. While the booted assistants, Mila and Yannis, now accompanied by Saletha's Rainer and the terrifying Saroya, checked the solidity of the wrist manacles attached to each leather neck strap and the state of the slave flesh kneeling before them, Saroya commented to no one in particular: "Not too much damage," and turned to the two slave mistresses seated side by side. It was Damiana who spoke.

  "Here," she announced blandly, "you will enjoy some of the rudiments of sex torture, hooded up and appropriately positioned. I want you all," she gave the two pale, goose-pimpled youngsters a threatening look, "to show my colleagues your ability to suffer and orgasm in total submission, as required by our distinguished courtiers. If you agree, Saletha dear, I think our assistants may start." Her colleague nodded casually. They were not her slaves. Yet the blonde with large breasts and a reputation interested her eye of a connoisseur.

  An hour later, every one of the cohort had writhed in chains, the screams muffled within the stifling heat of slave hoods. Hung in the centre of the luxurious precinct, each tasted almost the entire range of instruments in relative silence. Silvana, for her part, after being flagellated to ready the flesh, almost passed out under the host of needles Saroya inserted into the breasts and vulva, and then again when Mila used the tongs on her loose labia. Being blind, she suffered most from the sudden shock as each undisclosed instrument came to bear on her. Never had she imagined such pain could be caused through the use of such invisible appliances, and yet, after having her vulva pried wide and twisted, her clitoris came to the rescue. Turning rigid and sweating under the mask, she discharged with all the force left in her. Somewhere in the mists of pleasure and pain, she sensed the others also climaxing, Britta's subdued cries reaching her from the slab.

  All the blonde could remember later was being hung face to face with Pervez, his cock jerking inside her, as both butts rec
eived a thrashing. But also she did recall her hood being removed and, on her knees, her mouth sliding up and down first Rainer's phallus and then that of Yannis. Neither was like Hephaistos's but the spate was just the same, thick, acrid and plenteous; although lost in the maelstrom of beatings and lascivious tortures, she succeeded in imagining it was Thanon pumping into her throat. Only with fortitude did she then finally manage to give the two mistresses a tonguing and, laid over a bar, undergo a long sodomizing from one of the persecuting youths. When she collapsed, she was vaguely aware of a warm trickle of blood making its way down her right buttock to the thigh. She had no inkling of her colleagues' progress and dismissed them from a mind reeling with its own problems.