Of Pain and Delight

by Heidi Stone

  He stooped to pick up the second jug of oil, his hand still deep within her clutching sheath. She felt the smooth liquid being poured over her bottom again, and then he moved his hand from inside her and eased two fingers into her anus. There was more oil and then more fingers until his hand was once more enveloped by her willing flesh, this time deep within her tight bottom.

  Sahria had become happily used to such an unnatural intrusion, and found it easy to relax as Rapite probed her forbidden depths expertly, and she sighed with pleasure and thrust her buttocks invitingly. It was clear that, whatever physical attributes the snake possessed, she was going to have to accommodate him in both her oiled channels.

  Rapite withdrew and shuffled over to Calema. From her shackled position Sahria was unable to see fully what he was doing, but from the sounds of her friend’s heavy moans it was apparent that Calema was now receiving similar treatment. Sahria tugged at her bonds, and the leather straps felt reassuringly tight.

  Having completed his task, Rapite wiped his hands on a piece of linen, a broad grin across his twisted features. He ambled slowly to the door and opened it, then clapped his hands together twice. Sahria held her breath and watched as Rapite stepped back, and a tall hooded figure entered. He was covered entirely by a long black cape, with the hood drawn forward over his face and his hands tucked into the voluminous sleeves. She watched him move silently across the room. Turning her head, she saw him stand next to Calema, her perfect naked form stretched across the bench, totally at his mercy.

  Unfolding his arms, he ran his hands over her pert, upturned bottom. He muttered something in an appreciative tone, and then moved to Sahria. He touched her bottom and lightly fondled each of the rounded globes, then slipped a finger deftly inside her anus. Despite the oil and Rapite’s previous treatment of her, she managed to grip him tightly, tensing the ring of muscle around his probing finger.

  ‘This one will be the first,’ he breathed, as he eased his finger in and out of her like a small cock.

  He withdrew and stood at her side. Suddenly, he threw back the hood of his cloak and revealed his grinning face. Sahria gasped. His skin was as black as ebony and was covered in tattoos. Images of beasts of the field and strange mythological creatures marked his features, as well as his bald head, each one of the tattoos beautifully crafted and richly coloured. As he moved the pictures seemed to come alive. He pulled back his cloak and stiffened his pectoral muscles, grinning as Sahria stared transfixed at the shifting images etched into his skin.

  He threw off the cloak, allowing it to fall to the stone floor at his feet. Sahria at once saw that his entire body was similarly decorated, but it was not this that caused her to gasp again. Jutting from his shaven groin was not one but two hugely erect cocks, one above the other. Her first thought was that one of them must have been false, but as she looked wide-eyed at the proffered monsters she realised they were both genuine. Even singly they were larger than an average man’s endowment, and together they presented an awesome sight.

  Still grinning, the man moved behind her and gripped her upper thighs tightly. She felt the head of one of his stalks touch her pussy lips, and then the length slid effortlessly into her oiled sheath. She looked down the front of her body, could feel herself being expertly fucked, and yet she could see another stiff erection moving back and forth between her thighs, a sight she found strangely erotic.

  The man moved back slightly and she felt him probing at her sex lips. Then he pushed slowly forward and she realised he was forcing both of his stiff rods into her stretched flesh. Sahria had taken two men in this way before on a number of occasions, but her past lovers had never possessed such wonderfully thick tools as those that were now plundering her. The pain was excruciatingly wonderful. He reached round and grasped her breasts, kneading the generous flesh. Each thrust of his hips sent a searing jab of pain shooting through her loins, causing her to cry out rhythmically. She came suddenly and violently with a loud squeal, the man laughed raucously, and then withdrew.

  Her pussy ached but she wanted more – much more. And she was not to be disappointed. She sensed the head of one of the cocks touching her sex again and then, to her utmost joy, she felt the other begin to enter her anus. He gripped her hips and pushed into her in one slow and measured movement, until she accommodated both his cocks to the hilt. Sahria was in heaven. She felt so full and so complete. This was no punishment. The fact that she was shackled made his assault upon her all the more pleasurable. As far as she was concerned he could do to her whatever he wanted.

  The man began to move quickly in and out of her with sharp firm jabs. Having both her pussy and her bottom fucked in such perfect unison brought her quickly once more to the point of release. She stiffened and contracted the muscles of her lower abdomen. The man sensed her imminent climax and increased his pace. He speared her at a frantic rate whilst again pawing her sweating breasts and pinching her hard nipples painfully. Her juices flooded from her engorged sex as she came, soaking her inner thighs. He continued to pound in and out of her two holes rapidly until her moans of pleasure faded with the tremors of her release, and then he pulled from her.

  There was a sudden gleeful cry from behind her. Wearily, Sahria turned her head to look at Calema. The girl’s face was flushed and her body coated with a sheen of fresh sweat. She had quite obviously come herself whilst merely witnessing Sahria’s ecstasy. The two girls smiled at each other, and soon it would be Calema’s turn to enjoy this ultimate experience.

  Sahria looked at the man they called the snake. His twin stalks still stood proudly erect, their ebony skin glistening with oil and sex juices. He moved back, clearly not done with her yet. She felt the bulbous heads of his cocks touching between her buttocks and braced herself for further delights, and felt him pressing once more against her sphincter. His thumbs dug painfully into her buttocks as he pulled them apart, and she felt her anus being stretched to an impossible degree, and realised that both stiff pricks were entering her, forcing their way through the tightness. The pain was intense at first and Sahria bit her lip. Tears of anguish began to flow. ‘No… no…’ she cried, ‘that is too much…’

  But the man ignored her words and continued to force himself deep inside her bottom. She felt his belly pressing against her buttocks and knew that she had absorbed both thick stalks completely. He held still for some moments, and the pain within her bottom subsided. She felt him throb heavily inside her and wondered if, when the time came, he would shoot his cream from both angry heads.

  He began to move again, cautiously at first, and Sahria was grateful for his apparent consideration. He circled his hips as if to open her more, and then started to fuck her with measured thrusts. Then she felt a stinging pain as he slapped one of her buttocks. He gripped the other buttock tightly with his free hand and slapped her again across the first. The combination of the discomfort due to the massive intrusion to her rear and the fierce blows to her bottom caused her to moan with pleasure. He began to thrust in and out of her rapidly and matched each hard jab with yet another slap on her aching buttock. The feelings of impending release built up once more inside her shuddering body. He hammered into her faster and faster. The frame to which she was shackled creaked, the wood threatening to splinter with the force of his assault. Sahria tossed her head back and screamed in joy as she came. Thoughts of Calema, the prince, Rapite, all were dismissed from her mind as she drowned in an oblivion of total bliss.

  The man eased from her and she heard him pad over to where Calema was lying. Sahria was too sated and exhausted to watch the proceedings, rested her head against the gnarled wood of the frame, and closed her eyes.

  The last sounds she heard as she drifted into a daze were the moans of her friend echoing around the dank cell.

  Sahria lay on the softness of her large bed staring at the ornately carved ceiling. Candles burned brightly, sending flickering shadows that danced across the plasterwork. S
he wondered what time it was. Following their release from the black chamber they had been allowed to return to their own rooms. Calema had said nothing about their experiences with the man they called the snake. Sahria, too, had felt somewhat bemused.

  She turned her head wearily. At her side lay the curled and naked form of Su-Lee, deep in slumber. Some hours before, the beautiful oriental had soothed her aching pussy and bottom with her delicate tongue, and it had been good.

  Sahria raised her head and looked across the room. Calema was lying in the other bed with the twins, Shalma and Lisha. All three were asleep, a testament to their exertions over the previous couple of hours.

  Su-Lee turned onto her stomach and buried her head in a pillow. Sahria looked with satisfaction at her bruised and striped bottom. The pleasure the girl took in being thrashed was astounding and yet, being mute, she barely uttered a sound no matter how fiercely she was whipped. Instead, all that could ever be heard from her was a gentle, satisfied whimper.

  Sahria sat up and eased herself carefully from the bed, anxious not to disturb the sleeping girl. She slipped a robe over her nakedness and walked silently across the room, and out of the door. The passageway was deserted. Torches lit her way as she moved quickly along the corridor and out into the main hall of the palace. A group of guards, who should have been at their posts, were playing a drunken game of dice at the far end of the great room. They didn’t hear her as she slipped quietly out of the main door and into the marketplace.

  Apart from a couple of dogs foraging for food amongst the litter of the previous day, there was no sign of movement within the shadows of the night. No lights burned in the windows of the buildings that surrounded her. The hour was obviously very late. The only illumination came from the moon, shining brightly in the cloudless sky.

  She filled her lungs with the cool night air. It was good to be alone for once. Her loins still ached from the pummelling the tattooed man had given her, but it was a pleasant feeling. She sat on a bench and stared into the night.

  ‘Are you feeling unwell, my lady?’ The voice startled her. It came from behind and was distinctly male. She stood up swiftly and swung around, and a tall figure stood in the shadows behind her.

  ‘Come forward, stranger,’ she commanded. ‘Let me see your face.’

  He moved into the moonlight immediately. He was young, probably no more than eighteen. Despite his youthful looks, however, he was extremely handsome to Sahria’s eyes, tall and slim but with the broad shoulders of someone well used to physical work. His complexion was heavily tanned, but his hair was as blonde as her friend Calema’s, and his eyes shone a piercing blue, reflecting the silvery light of the moon. Sahria swallowed hard, feeling an almost uncontrollable and animal-like attraction to him.

  ‘What are you doing here at this hour?’ she asked, attempting to maintain a tone of authority.

  The boy looked uncomfortable. ‘I am merely travelling home,’ he protested, walking closer to stand facing her. Being so close, she could smell the scent of his labours. The manly odour made her skin turn to gooseflesh.

  ‘I am sorry,’ she said, as she resumed her seat on the bench. ‘I thought you may have been a brigand.’

  He sat down next to her. ‘The market is a dangerous place for a lady of such beauty to be at this hour.’ He spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

  Sahria turned to look at him, and their eyes met. His gaze was hypnotic, and seemed to be draining the will from her body.

  ‘I needed some air,’ she replied weakly. She shivered and pulled her robe tightly around herself, and the boy slipped an arm about her shoulders.

  ‘You are cold, my lady,’ he breathed. ‘You should go back indoors.’ Sahria leant her body against his. His own robe had parted slightly to reveal a muscular chest. His tanned skin was smooth and glistened in the moonlight, and there wasn’t a trace of hair on his toned torso.

  ‘I am all right,’ she said, feeling oddly weak in the youth’s presence, as though his sheer beauty had taken control of her senses. ‘How is it that you travel so late?’ she continued, anxious to conceal her feebleness.

  The stranger looked oddly embarrassed, and looked down at the ground. ‘I – I have been working late,’ he answered lamely.

  ‘I think it more likely that you have been visiting a lady,’ she teased, and he grinned sheepishly. ‘That’s it, isn’t it?’ she pressed, and the boy nodded and then smiled as he looked into her eyes. Sahria felt a familiar sensation between her legs. The mere sight of a handsome male had instantly aroused her many times in the past, but this was somehow entirely different. She reached towards him and ran the tip of a finger down the middle of his bare chest. ‘She is a very lucky girl,’ she said huskily.

  The stranger shrugged modestly. Sahria parted his robe still more and glanced down. A small strip of linen was all that covered his genitals, and she felt her own sex begin to weep with the juices of arousal. She looked into his eyes once more. Their faces moved together slowly until their lips touched, lightly at first, and then they pressed hard against each other, their tongues darting and probing. Sahria imagined him making love to his lady. She knew his body was no doubt still aching from a host of wonderful experiences with her and yet, here he was in the arms of a complete stranger just moments after taking his leave from her.

  She pulled her face from his and looked down. His cock was jutting from the barely adequate linen strip, hard and erect. She smiled. Whatever he had been doing during his clandestine meeting hadn’t completely satisfied his desires. He was clearly ready for more.

  The stranger suddenly saw what she was looking at and drew his cloak quickly about his body. Sahria laughed and kissed his flushed face. ‘Don’t be shy,’ she teased. ‘You have nothing to be ashamed of.’ She drew back his cloak again, this time pushing it from his shoulders. She unknotted the linen pouch and gazed at his manly nakedness. His erection thrust firmly upward, almost pressing against his stomach. It was not large, but to Sahria’s eyes at that moment it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

  She reached out and circled the rigid stalk with her fingers. He breathed in deeply as she moved her hand gently up and down. She felt his cock throb and a small drop of pre-come appeared from the slit. Bending forward, she licked the juice from him and then sat up again and gazed into his bulging eyes. There was nothing more to be said. She released her grip and drew back her cloak, allowing it to slip from her shoulders. Now they were both naked, sitting on the cool bench with the flesh of their sculptured bodies shimmering in the moonlight.

  The stranger looked down at her heaving breasts, and licked his lips hungrily. Sahria felt proud; she knew that one glance at her firm globes would be enough to enslave any man. He reached out nervously and stroked one of her breasts lightly, and then caught hold of the ring piercing her erect nipple. She sighed with pleasure as he tugged it slightly, bent his head forward and kissed the nipple, then drew it between his lips and suckled her like an infant. She could feel him circling the ring with the tip of his tongue. He moved to the other breast and she reached out and grasped his stiff cock again. He put his hand on her knee and then slid it with agonising slowness up her inner thigh, and Sahria parted her legs in happy anticipation.

  She felt him touch her pussy lightly, and then he pulled back suddenly and looked down. Her sex lips were engorged and the rings glinted in the moonlight. The youth reached out and touched one of the rings with the tip of his finger. It was obvious that he had never seen such a thing before. ‘Beautiful,’ he breathed.

  ‘Do you like the rings?’ she asked in a hushed voice.

  ‘Beautiful,’ he repeated simply. He caressed her soft flesh gently, occasionally nipping the rings between his forefinger and thumb whilst moving his mouth back to suckle one of her nipples. Sahria moaned softly and prayed that no one would interrupt their liaison. She gripped his erection tightly as though she was afraid he woul
d escape from her.

  The stranger moved and knelt on the ground. Sahria spread her legs, offering him the most delightful view of her lush treasure. He bent forward and kissed her sex lightly, and she felt she would come immediately. Her entire body trembled as he began to run his tongue around her aching sex flesh, but his inexperience showed in the way he barely made contact with her throbbing little bud. She reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, guiding him, and he dipped his tongue into the juicy entrance.

  Sahria stiffened, but for some unaccountable reason she couldn’t push herself into blissful release. Undaunted, she pushed the stranger’s head away and motioned for him to stand, and then stroked his chest and stomach with both hands.

  She eyed the perfection of his lithe body with more than a little satisfaction. His turgid cock stood fiercely erect, spearing proudly from his groin.

  Sahria reached out and took hold of his stiff rod, and took it immediately into the wet warmth of her mouth. She enveloped the column of flesh quickly, taking it to the back of her throat, then moved her head back slowly until just the head was held within the luscious cushion of her lips. She ran her tongue around it and traced the shape of the deep ridge. The young man groaned and she moved her head back quickly in order to let him slip from her.

  ‘Don’t come yet,’ she warned. ‘Not until you’ve fucked me.’

  The stranger shook his head. ‘No, no, I’m all right,’ he panted, although it was apparent that he was anything but all right. Sahria knew she would have to be careful. She was fully aware of the effect her oral ministrations could have on a rampant erection, but she also loved the feel and taste of it in her mouth.

  She leaned forward while gripping his cock tightly at the root. Opening her mouth she took him between her lips once more and lapped hungrily at his stiffness with her tongue. She could taste the sweet flavour of pussy on his hard flesh. It hadn’t been long since he had impaled his lover, and doubtless come inside her. Perhaps, in view of that, he would be able to control himself.