by Heidi Stone
Sahria felt utterly degraded, knowing that her debasement had barely begun. Fingers once more probed her pussy, and then one prodded clumsily into her anus, causing her to tense with the pain.
Gradually, however, her muscles relaxed and she welcomed two and then three fingers into her tight sphincter. She felt her clitoris throb and knew she was going to come. She feared what they might do if she showed any pleasure, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The incessant clawing at her sex was driving her to distraction, and suddenly she lost control completely, raised her head and screamed as the orgasm ripped through her.
‘The little slut’s come,’ a woman declared, and the crowd jeered.
‘Fuck her!’ called another.
‘Yeah, fuck her till she can take no more!’
‘Fuck her! Fuck her!’ The demand turned into a chant, and Sahria trembled.
‘She’s terrified!’ somebody exclaimed gleefully, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth; Sahria could not possibly have been more aroused.
And her wish was granted almost immediately. The hands slipped from her, all apart from the finger probing her anus. She waited in eager anticipation, and after a short pause she felt the rubbery head of a stiff penis touching her aching cunt and, in the next moment it was inside her to the hilt. Whoever it was began to thrust rapidly. He gripped her thighs tightly and dug his fingernails into her flesh as he hammered his groin against her bottom. There was no consideration for her in the man’s violent abuse of her body, but she loved it. She would take them all. She would not be overcome.
Another fine erection was presented to her face. Sahria opened her mouth and the stranger pushed forward until she was forced to take his substantial weapon down her throat. Always happy to perform such a task, she swallowed repeatedly in the knowledge that her actions would give him the most delightful sensations as her throat muscles undulated along the length of his stalk. She wanted to enhance her oral caress by cupping his balls, but her shackles prevented it. All she could do was concentrate on pleasuring him with her mouth.
Sahria used her substantial expertise in the art of fellatio and the man came within moments. She felt his cock throbbing within her throat and avidly swallowed his cream. ‘The bitch is draining me…’ she heard him groan. ‘She’s sucking me dry…’
The scene must have had an effect on the man pummelling her pussy for he, too, cried out in blissful release and ejaculated. Having two men come inside her simultaneously had always delighted Sahria, and this coupled with another person expertly frigging her arse was so exhilarating that she joined them in a joyous climax.
Eventually they withdrew, and Sahria eagerly awaited her next intrusion.
Whoever had been fingering her bottom also left her, and she felt once more delightfully vulnerable.
‘Thrash the slut again!’ cried another female voice.
‘Let me do it!’ pleaded a man. ‘I want to slap that arse!’
Sahria felt the first stinging blow of a rough hand as it slapped her right buttock. The second smack hit her other rounded globe.
‘Look at it quiver!’ The tone of the voice was filled with lust and cruelty, and it pleased her. More blows were administered in rapid succession, making it obvious to her that more than one person was engaged in her humiliation.
The beating continued for quite some time. It seemed that everyone wanted to take his or her turn to slap her. The sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed around the great hall like an erotic symphony, and Sahria came again.
Eventually the crowd tired and the slaps ceased. Somebody ejaculated over her bottom. Three more men took their turns to fuck her, and then the people drifted away to enjoy their own libidinous pursuits in private.
Chapter 11
Sahria awoke slowly from a long and fitful sleep. She had been dreaming of the prince, and it had all seemed so very real, but as the mists of slumber cleared, she realised she was numb, and aching intensely. She heard voices and sighed. The thought of having to endure more physical abasement filled her with despair.
A group of old women studied her, and Sahria felt dirty and degraded. They talked quietly amongst themselves and shook their heads, and she wondered what they intended to do with her.
One of the group bent and began to unclasp the shackle that secured her wrist to the leg of bench. The other women followed their colleague’s example, and once Sahria’s other limbs were free they carefully unclasped the chains from her nipple rings and helped her to a sitting position. Sahria flopped against one of them, with her head against the woman’s ample chest, and the woman stroked her tousled hair.
‘Come, princess,’ she whispered. ‘We must bathe you.’
The milky water of the bath felt blissfully soothing as it washed over Sahria’s tortured flesh. The old women busied themselves about her, and she watched in a daze as they prepared silky garments for her to wear, the steam rising from the hot bath giving them a ghostly appearance. There was a sense of unreality about it all, and Sahria wondered briefly if she was still dreaming.
She was washed gently and thoroughly, and then left to soak in the hot bath alone.
The scent of the water filled her nostrils and she closed her eyes and lay back to relax in the gentle ambience of the moment. She began to think about the events of the previous night, the thrashings, the constant sex, and above all, the humiliation.
Two of the old women returned carrying bundles of towels. They helped Sahria out of the bath and dried her, then as one of them brushed her long hair, the other carefully clipped her pubic hair neatly. Sahria still felt dazed from her recent experiences, and watched dispassionately as the woman worked deftly.
She was then made to lie on a table, which had been covered by a silken sheet. Two more of the women returned to the room, each of them carrying a silver jug. They stood on either side of her and one of them poured warm oil over her body, while the other female massaged it into her skin. Sahria closed her eyes and relaxed. For once her thoughts were not dominated by libidinous dreams, despite their intimate caresses. The women oiled her breasts and ran their slippery fingers between her thighs, although they avoided touching her newly clipped pubis. She breathed the perfumed air gently and the aches in her limbs faded under their expert ministrations.
She was made to lie on her stomach, the second jug of oil was poured over her, and the women stroked her smooth back, her thighs and her calves. Sahria parted her legs a little and they smoothed the insides of her upper thighs, and then concentrated their attentions on her tortured bottom.
‘What a whipping you must have taken, princess,’ said one of the women, as she caressed the soft globes. Sahria could feel their fingertips tracing the lines of the raised welts, but there was no discomfort; the awful stinging had dissipated.
‘Such a beautiful, beautiful bottom,’ breathed another. Sahria felt her run her fingertips down the cleft between her buttocks and, for a moment, hoped she would touch her pussy, which was rapidly becoming oiled with juices of her own. Instead, though, the woman smoothed both hands across Sahria’s buttocks while her companion massaged her thighs again.
‘The marks are nearly gone,’ said the first woman. ‘The oil has worked well.’
‘The prince will be pleased,’ said the other. ‘He likes to tan a nice fresh backside.’
Sahria suddenly realised what was happening. She was being prepared for him. The prince was going to keep his word, and she vowed that this time she would use every skill she had ever learned to make him realise that she was indeed the true princess of pleasure!
Their task completed, the women guided Sahria to her feet. One of them brushed her hair again briefly and tidied it over her shoulders, while the other slipped a diaphanous silk robe about her nakedness. Sahria glanced at her reflection in a nearby mirror. The robe covered her body from neck to her feet, but the silk was so fine that t
he garment was virtually transparent, and highlighted the shapely contours of her body to perfection. She stood proudly erect, her breasts thrusting magnificently, her nipples and their golden adornments clearly visible.
The women held her hands and led her gently from the room, and Sahria felt extremely nervous as they walked down the long passageway towards the prince’s chambers.
They reached the door, and one of the women knocked. The door was opened and Sahria was surprised to see the naked form of Mena standing there. The girl stepped aside, bowed low, and they entered the opulent room. Aisha, the blonde nymphet, was lying naked on the huge bed. Clearly the prince had already been savouring her delights. Sahria felt disappointed and somewhat slighted; she had wanted the prince to herself.
There was no sign of Sarne. Sahria was led to the bed and made to slip out of the robe. Aisha moved to the side of the bed and invitingly smoothed a hand across the sheet next to her. Sahria slipped onto the bed and lay next to her, feeling a little bemused. Mena joined them and the old women left the room, quietly closing the door behind them.
Sahria lay on her back staring at the ornate ceiling, feeling very disheartened. It appeared that her role was merely to be just one of three lovers for the insatiable prince. She looked at Mena, and then turned to face Aisha. Both girls were lying on their sides facing her, their eyes shining with lust.
‘Where is Prince Sarne?’ Sahria asked.
‘He will return soon,’ whispered Aisha. ‘We have been instructed to prepare you for him.’
‘What do you mean?’ Sahria was angry at the girl’s impertinence. It was hardly her pupils’ place to prepare her for anything.
‘You have taught us well, mistress,’ said Mena, in her hushed tones. ‘The prince is a very demanding lover. He has ordered that you be fully aroused before he takes you.’
Sahria calmed herself, finding her words unsurprising. Sarne no doubt felt it would be too demeaning for him to be bothered to stimulate and seduce her. The girls would do the work for him, he would then fuck her, and after sating himself he would leave her.
Mena moved closer and stroked her breasts. Sahria relaxed, ready to enjoy the stimulating experience of gentle feminine caresses. Aisha ran her hand over Sahria’s stomach and then down to cup her mound, and Sahria felt the girl’s middle finger slip between her sex lips.
‘You are already very wet,’ Aisha breathed. ‘There seems little need for us to arouse you.’
‘Nevertheless,’ Sahria sighed, ‘you must do as the prince has ordered.’
The two girls bent to her, and each took a nipple in her mouth and playfully licked around the gold rings that pierced the erect buds. Mena slipped her hand between Sahria’s legs and both girls fingered her expertly. They were right; she had taught them well. Their touch was heavenly. She felt her sex lips open and her oily juice soak their probing fingers. Spreading her legs, she rested them across the girls, and they slipped more fingers inside her while still sucking her nipples.
Aisha reached over to a bedside table and picked up a small jug. She poured the viscous contents over her hand and then set the jug down again. It was clear what she intended to do. Sahria raised her legs and rested her knees against her breasts. Aisha prodded at her tight anus, and then the girl slipped a couple of fingers in to the knuckle. Sahria gasped with delight, and Aisha slowly pushed all four fingers into her bottom, bunching them tightly together.
Mena was continuing to stimulate her mistress’ clutching sex, driving Sahria to the brink of orgasm, and the blissful sensations caused by Aisha’s rhythmic penetration of her bottom served to heighten the pleasure almost beyond measure.
The two girls worked steadily to open and relax Sahria in readiness for their master. Sahria let her mind wander, with thoughts of rampant cocks and slippery tongues, drifting on a cloud of ecstasy. She dreamily pinched her nipples and tugged the rings that pierced them.
‘I’m coming…’ she panted. ‘Oh, I’m coming…’ Rhythmic wet sounds filled her ears as she was carried over the pinnacle of ultimate joy. There was a crescendo of ecstatic sensations that rushed her body, a seemingly endless climax of countless delights.
‘Ohhh…’ she panted, as the feelings began to subside.
Aisha and Mena slipped from the bed, and Sahria relaxed.
‘Have we served you well, mistress?’ Mena asked.
‘Yes, you have both served me perfectly. Go and tell the prince I am ready for him.’
The two lovely girls disappeared, and after a few minutes the door opened. Sahria held her breath as a tall hooded figure entered, his body entirely swathed in a long black cloak. Her first thought was that it was the one they called the snake. She raised her head and tried to see his face, but he removed the hood and Sahria smiled as she gazed upon the cruel but handsome features of Prince Sarne.
‘Well, my princess of pleasure,’ he said slowly, ‘do you feel suitably humbled after last night?’
‘Yes, my lord,’ she replied in an acquiescent tone, and he moved to stand at the foot of the bed.
‘I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before,’ he announced. Sahria nodded slowly in response. ‘Now stand up,’ he ordered.
Sahria slipped from the bed and stood naked before him. She was shaking, but it was lust not fear that made her tremble. He cupped her firm breasts and pushed his thumbs through her nipple rings. ‘You have a beautiful body, princess,’ he said quietly.
‘Thank you, my lord,’ she replied, her mouth dry with emotion. He bent his head and kissed each of her nipples in turn, and then took his hands from her breasts and raised himself to his full height.
‘Turn around,’ he ordered, she obeyed instantly, and he stroked her bottom gently. ‘Your skin is barely marked,’ he said. ‘The oil has worked well.’ He fondled her with both hands, and then pinched one of her buttocks sharply. ‘Perhaps a little thrashing might not go amiss,’ he whispered.
‘Whatever my lord pleases,’ she replied coyly, determined to conceal the fact that she was yearning for the stinging slap of his hand on her bottom. The prince moved from her and sat on the edge of the bed.
‘Come across me,’ he ordered. Sahria lay over his knees with her bottom raised and her hands and toes resting on the floor. ‘Such a perfect arse,’ he muttered, as he ran a hand over her soft skin, and eased a finger into her anus. ‘You have been prepared well.’
Sahria could feel the hardness of his cock under her stomach, and then he slapped her bottom and she yelped. Her cry was more from surprise than pain, but it seemed to please him, for he laughed and slapped her again. She gasped; it hurt, but the pain only served to heighten her lust.
‘You know you have been a very wicked girl,’ he said as he slapped her quivering buttocks three more times.
‘Yes, my lord,’ she panted in reply. ‘Very wicked.’ She didn’t know which particular misdemeanour he was referring to, but it didn’t matter. More sharp blows followed, administered alternately to each buttock. Her bottom began to sting and the juices flowed from her oiled pussy. A final slap was delivered, and then the prince pushed her roughly to the floor.
‘See that you do not misbehave in the future,’ he snapped as he glared down at her.
‘Yes, my lord,’ she said, her head bowed in subservience. He unfastened his cloak and let it fall from his shoulders to reveal his muscular nakedness, his cock rising in all its magnificence from his bushy groin.
‘Suck it,’ he commanded.
Sahria moved forward on her knees and grasped the monster with both hands. She massaged his flesh and put her lips to the bulbous head, kissed it lightly, and then opened her mouth wide to engulf it. She took as much of his length as she could while still gripping the long stalk, and he groaned as she lapped his glans with the flat of her tongue. He had the taste and scent of female release on his flesh.
Sahria moved her head
back and let him slip from her mouth. She gripped the root tightly, leant forward, licked up and down the length, and then ran her tongue over his balls. She took one and then both of the orbs into her mouth and sucked the loose flesh, whilst once more rubbing her hands up and down his cock.
She felt him throb within her tight grip and a sliver of pre-come oozed from the slit and slipped slowly down his length. Sahria let his balls fall from her mouth and licked the cream from the gnarled stem, then once more engulfed the purple head.
But without warning he pulled her by the hair and wrenched her head back. Sahria looked up at him, worried that she had displeased him in some way, but he smiled kindly. She was shocked; it was the first time he had ever looked at her in such a way, and it confused her.
‘You will have me finishing before I have started,’ he said.
Sahria bowed her head. ‘I am sorry, my lord.’
‘There is no need for apology,’ he said. ‘Lie on the bed.’
Sahria slipped obediently onto the bed, and lay on her back with her legs together and her body slightly curled. She eyed him provocatively as he rose to his feet. He stood for a moment, his cock jutting forward menacingly.
‘You really are beautiful,’ he repeated, and Sahria averted her gaze with unaccustomed coyness.
The prince joined her on the bed and lay by her side. He took her into his arms and their mouths met. Sahria hugged him tightly, and could feel his erection pressing hard against her stomach as she ran her hands down his broad back and stroked his taut buttocks. Their tongues darted against each other as they kissed.
Sarne moved to kneel at her side, bent over and licked around one of her breasts, tracing its shape with the tip of his tongue. A hand slipped between her legs and he began to caress her wet pussy, as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked gently at first, flicking the ring with his tongue. She moaned softly, and he slipped two fingers between the lips of her sex and fed them deep into the oily sheath. He moved down her body, licking constantly until his face was pressed against her wet pubic mound.