by Aran Ashe
Leah approached them timorously, dispensing liquor from the heavy jug as the men sat about the deck. But there was nothing to fear: they thanked her and said only kind things and that she was very pretty and asked where she was from. Then one of them playfully asked her why her sex was nude of hair. Leah immediately retreated to her master, who put his arm protectively about her head but did not take umbrage at the labourer's pointed question. Leah's cheeks and neck glowed with hot embarrassment as her master quite freely explained to the whole group: 'The Tormunite girls are routinely kept naked there. Their training-masters see to it. It is central to their practice for the females, either by shaving or by depilation with salves.' Then he drew her closer. 'But Leah needs neither: no hair has ever grown upon her in that place. In that respect, as in many others, she is special.' He paused, cupping his hand around her naked belly as he kissed her publicly.
Murmurs of appreciation from the men turned to sighs as Merek seated himself amongst them and lifted her on to his lap so that all could see the bareness between her legs. 'Push out,' Merek whispered lewdly to her, kissing her ear lobe. The men gasped as Leah felt the segments of her labial chain sliding down and dangling. Merek now bared her breasts by unknotting her shirt and the shiver took them, as if cold lips had closed about each nipple. Through half-closed eyes Leah beheld the men watching her and the skin-shiver fed a shudder of desire through her core as she imagined what it might be like, were they to take her now, on deck, all naked and erect and besprinkled with fresh male sweat. And she would want it deep yet gently, after the first strong insertion, and she would want it to be prolonged. Such was the nature of Tormunite training.
That evening, with the loading completed and the labourers gone, Leah was told that she was to be put to the 'feeling'. The 'feeling' was a session in which Merek would test his slave, in the presence of another man or other men, normally without penetration occurring. Merek told her he would do this to her at a time convenient to himself. Then he left her to contemplate this in the cabin, where he placed her astride the corner of the bed. 'Your thighs must remain open,' he explained as he tied her wrists behind her, so that she could not touch herself, then he tied her ankles individually to iron rings in the floor. Then he opened her body, not too widely but enough to put sensual pressure to the opening and he told her to push – 'to keep yourself open, to begin the swelling'. Then he thrust a cool, oval swatch of soft leather – 'a gift from our guest' – a little way under her sex before kissing her, softly and long. For the duration of the kissing he pressed the pad of his middle finger directly against her tender pink inside, which through her sexual pushing, was already swelling out.
He left a candle burning in the cabin. When he had gone Leah strained to hear the voices beyond the door, wanting to know who had sent the strange leather 'gift'. After a while she stilled herself and focused on the flickering candle until its flame appeared disembodied and seemed to swell and pulse in rhythm with her breathing. Each fleshly push that Leah exerted seemed to make the flame bloat until its licking cusp, in its slow writhing, seemed to cause a dull tickle in her knob, which began to stand up, yearning for cool, cruel pinching fingers to snuff the burning gnawing at its tip.
Leah, ankles fastened, sank back upon the bed until her knotted hands behind her back made her belly arch lewdly and her clitoris project and throb almost painfully keenly. She wanted someone to come through that door now and suck her very quickly, suck out all restraint then go inside her body very deeply, with his cockhead straining at her womb until it made her come so strongly that her sex would squeeze him red and purple round his rim.
She did not have to wait much longer – the voices suddenly got louder and now she wanted to sit up but was too terrified to move. While she lay prone and open, the door of the cabin abruptly swung wide.
'Stay still,' her master said but Leah was already frozen with fear as the guest advanced towards the bed.
'I keep her nude as much as possible,' said Leah's master.
'Surely not in public?' asked the guest.
'Of course . . . Men admire her singular beauty. Their attentions arouse her. But touch is strictly for the privileged few.'
'And punishment . . . ?'
'Ah, yes . . . Punishment hones a unique edge to any relationship. But mark this – without the commingling of pleasure, then all the pain in the world is rendered worthless.'
'I have some ideas of my own that I would like to try upon her – with her master's permission.'
'Be my guest.'
As Leah stared at him over the length of her prostrate body she was horribly aware of the way her pulse was beating in her naked belly. And the guest had seen it too.
'My, my . . .,' he whispered gently, stretching his large hand across the drum-tight skin, causing a shudder through her body. He leant over her. 'My hand – is it too cold?' he asked softly, raising it. Leah was shaking her head and still trying to regain composure, when her master interjected: 'She thinks you are putting her skin to the test, assessing its saleability, like one of your hides. Always the merchant . . .'
'Oh no, my lord,' Leah whispered up to the guest then saw that he was smiling. He was much older than Merek – round in the face and silver-haired. She knew that sometimes it could be nice with older men but not always. She was staring at his hands. Merek untied her then lifted her in all her nudity, apart from the little oval swatch of soft leather that came with her, and put her directly into the guest's broad arms. Her heartsurge immediately came again and the guest noticed it, seemingly more than Merek, and drew her close. She remembered to keep her thighs open. The guest noticed the leather and his first sexual act was to place it against her inner flesh where it had opened. 'See, Merek – it adheres.' It was so thin that she could feel the coolness of his pressing fingertips and could count their number. 'So hot, she is, inside . . .,' he murmured. The intimacy of his touching would become his measure and already she was well aroused.
When they took her into the living quarters of the boat, the guest insisted on carrying her, with her knees tucked up and his fingers still attentively in place, steadily drumming against her leather oval. He seemed to sense the beat of her pulse and he mimicked it with the steady thump of this sexual patting. She was already light-headed when Merek broke away from watching and said quietly: 'I have explained to our guest the rules.' He came close and stared into her eyes, searching for assent, which Leah now gave by the merest flicker. 'Good – then we continue,' he declared, and sat down to watch.
An hour-glass was used to gauge the duration of the session of touching during which Leah was forbidden to come. Tonight Leah would lose count of the number of turnings of this glass. When the guest himself at one point suggested she be given a pause for sleep, Merek said: 'I have observed through long practice that exhaustion does not preclude erection in a girl,' and then the guest himself proved this maxim true, for Leah's climax nearly came out – through the soft film of leather and against his fingers – before she managed, at the very last second, to blurt out her pleading. Thus the swapping of the slave between the protagonists had been effected without the crisis of pleasure precipitating and without her feet ever touching the floor. But Merek had first insisted on checking her body closely to ensure that she had not come. He laid her on her back on the table to examine her. 'Please leave her leather undisturbed, if possible, my lord,' the guest whispered. His collusive gaze never left Leah. Her gaze never left his generous hands.
Sleep had now been swept aside by the early nearness of the crisis and by the ensuing fear of Merek's intimate checking after such sweetly knowing touching by this stranger's fingers. The guest then said: 'Pass her again to me – if it please . . .'
During such passing, Leah would normally be kept with her feet off the floor but the guest this time made her stand unsupported. 'Stand astride my lap. There . . .,' he instructed her. Her legs were unsteady after being bundled up yet their very unsteadiness seemed to please him. Leah faced him very n
ervously indeed, not knowing what to do with her hands, where to look or how to cope with the deeply sexual feelings as he began again to tease and then slowly to peel the thin sticky leather from the mouth of her sex. He set the oval pad carefully aside. 'She glistens . . . I see her virgin's chain is broken in two. Yet my lord does not remove it?'
'No,' Merek answered.
'She is still delightful,' the guest went on, 'still narrow here.' His little finger entered her on a slight up-curve. 'See – the inner lips remain firm and pouted. Very firm . . .' Then he whispered: 'No my dear, you should not close your eyes. I want to look at them.' The tip of his finger, now within her body, began lifting, as if beckoning her to lewdness. Her open legs began shaking quite strongly. She broke the gaze, looking over her shoulder to Merek, as if pleading for help against these feelings. He must surely know how near she was to coming. The guest gently turned her head back, drew her chin forward and softly kissed her, while his finger inserted in her was still lifting and drawing the teetering pleasure slowly out. Leah's hands, which had not known what to do, were now upon the guest's naked forearm, as if to stay the delicious progress of the belly-pulling fingertip. During the long kiss, her tongue in uncontrollable complicity slid into his mouth. His fingertip drew a pleasure too far. Leah moaned and froze; her back arched down so deeply that her belly touched his wilful wrist. Her head sank sideways against his shoulder, her tongue still darting. Soft precursors of this unwanted yet keenly yearned-for climax sucked upon his finger. He tried to lift her on to his lap with his finger still inside her. At that point – when her toes started to leave the floor – she began the urgent pleading that so aroused the two men.
The guest did not really want to hand her back to her owner, did not want that pointy tongue, which had delved so impishly yet lovingly inside his mouth, to poke inside her proper master's. But he too obeyed the rules and Leah now sat sideways on Merek's lap, her thighs still beautifully open, those inner lips still standing stiff – a pouting little cup of flesh in which a quicksilver droplet of her fluid was clinging.
'Come – join in. Do something to her,' Merek invited him. 'She can plead again if we go too far.' And he sucked her ear lobe and turned the hour-glass and the sand again started running.
The guest could not prevent his erection showing through his clothing; Leah was looking at it as he approached her. He knelt – perhaps to hide it – while he spread her legs fully open. He pressed the thin wet oval of leather against the inner surface of her pouting sex, bursting the quicksilver droplet, then smoothing the leather until it moulded to her shape. 'See, Merek – how her knob stands visibly through it.' Leah lay back, gasping softly against her master while the two men gently recommenced touching her. One strand of her chain had become enfolded in the crease between her inner and outer lips. The guest teased it out. Its blue jewels sparkled. Leah watched him and watched Merek's hands round her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples; she watched the guest spreading the inner lips of her sex wider with his thumbs, until the edges of the leather pad lifted. He pulled it off her; she moaned. Her inner lips stayed wide open, filmed with glistening silver. Merek turned her head and kissed her lips – a crushing kiss, desirously harsh – and the guest simultaneously started smacking the hot, fully exposed internal flesh of her sex, which pulsed like a bright red beating heart. She felt the tips of his fingers steadily snapping down just below her clitoral knot until it grew as hard as stone and little warm splashes of her liquid silver showered her inner thighs.
The crushing kiss stopped and Leah gulped for air like a drowning person. 'She has beautifully puffy-nippled breasts,' the guest said. 'See how they shake each time her vulva is smacked.' He took one in his wet fingers, rolling the swollen nipple-surround while Merek still cupped the main body of the breast. 'It's soft on the outside, firmer within, as if there is a pithy core.' Then he grasped it as if it were a cow's teat that he was milking. Leah's legs made as if to close. Merek, stroking her ear lobe with his lips, admonished her with a whisper. When the guest's other hand went between her legs and the fingertip pressed that special place, halfway between knob and pee-hole, Leah again pleaded.
'It is all becoming too difficult for her,' Merek sighed. 'Her need to capitulate is too strong. She needs a distraction.'
The two men stood her up, with the guest's hand now coming from behind and under, his fingertip – now the middle one – regaining the same sensitive place, still pressing as they made her walk. Her knob protruded strongly; the mouth of her bottom was hot against the heel of the guest's hand and kept tightening; he could surely feel its tension. After a few paces, Leah stopped, her knees half bent, and began trembling with the want of deliverance. Merek had gone ahead. 'What is it?' the guest whispered. 'Is the pleasure very near?' Leah could only nod, gasping softly, as the delicious trembling in her thighs continued. Then she felt his thumb against the mouth of her bottom, searching out the tight velvet hollow, by turns softly stroking then pressing it. Her bottom wanted to open to take the thumb but she knew that would make her come. The guest waited patiently but did not stay the sexual pressure of his fingertip under her knob or the pressure-stroking of her bottom. 'Fight it,' he coaxed gently as she leant further and more limply forward. His other arm slipped under her hunched nude body to lift her tenderly upright, his hand slipping across her erect nipples, bringing delicious transitory pleasure, eliciting a moan, his fingertips finally lodging in the softness under her arm.
'Please . . .,' Leah begged him, not knowing whether she pleaded for deliverance or delay. The fingertip pressure under her knob retracted but in doing so pulled upon the tender flesh to which it had for so many minutes adhered. The sensation seemed to draw down through her womb and she moaned louder. He thought that he had hurt her and drew her close against his breast. Leah felt a luscious wave of warmth engulfing her and fought back the tears of warmth lest he misinterpret them. She buried her face in his shirt.
'Can you go on, my little one?' the guest-master whispered tenderly and, in answer, Leah reached up and kissed him entreatingly. Realising that he too was trembling, she felt emboldened and kissed his warm belly through the cloth and sensed his breathing change. She wanted to kiss his penis and stir desire there but he drew her up and held her gently at arm's length by her shoulders. Sighing, he looked at her – her face, her breasts, her belly, then back to her face. Voice wavering, he said: 'Stand open.' She edged her feet apart. 'Open . . . more so . . .' She could scarcely hear him. She was watching his face, watching for his gaze to falter. His voice came as a strained whisper: 'Put your hands behind your head.' She heard his deep sigh then felt his fingers, trembling but between her legs again, teasing, then his whole hand enveloping her there – the outer lips, the inner, the knob and all the sensitised flesh within – and very gently squeezing, pulsing, finding her heart's rhythm, taking all the sexual warmth and softness and lovingly kneading.
She heard Merek ahead on deck, calling for Asgal the steersman to assist him. At the mention of that name in such a context, Leah froze.
'What is it, my dear?' the guest asked.
'Nothing . . .,' she murmured. But the guest was not worldly-wise enough to understand the cryptic plea in her voice.
On deck in the warm night air, under his master's direction, Asgal stretched two thick ropes tautly, horizontally, one at belly height, the other at arm's length above it. The guest, with recovered confidence, remained attentive and kept Leah in sexual readiness through gentle provocation while the ropes were being tightened. 'Stand open,' he repeated gently. But it was not sufficient that her thighs obeyed. He worked upon her gently until her body opened too – until the inner lips gaped and his fingertips were able to effect freely sliding pressure-strokes up the smooth wet inner walls. The stimulation induced by being stroked inside her body was intense. She tried not to make a murmur in Asgal's presence and tried to conceal the guest's actions under her hands. 'I want your bottom open too,' he whispered. 'Now, and in your master's presenc
e.' Leah closed her eyes as the finger and thumb of his other hand softly invaded the crease of her bottom and gently pinched the lower rim of the smooth, pouting mouth, which tightened involuntarily. 'Keep your feet flat down. Stretch your toes. There . . . let all the tightness slip away.' The inveigling finger and thumb, gaining surer purchase, gently pinched the fleshy rim until Leah moaned and opened. But the thumb did not go fully in. The lower rim was simply held in an ever-tightening pincer-grip, inducing a delicious, dull, strong pressure-pain, like a swollen blister being squeezed. And all the while, the pleasure of the precisely focused masturbation just below her knob was coming keener and keener at the front. Leah quaked on the verge of faintness or coming, clasping her hands about the hand that bestowed such pleasure at the front, not to stay it but to be as one with it. Then Merek's voice broke in: 'Thank you, Asgal. I'll call you, should you be needed further.' Leah opened her eyes to see Asgal leering at her then sneaking off into the darkness.
Merek turned and saw his guest with Leah slumped against him, her hands still enfolded weakly about the hand invading her belly. For a moment, as Merek hesitated, Leah feared reproach. She had not intended to conceal herself from her master but rather from Asgal. She beckoned with her eyes and opened her hands and Merek came to her, bestowing ardent kisses on her face, breasts and neck, even as the guest's finger and thumb, in her crease, still gripped her flesh as if it were a swollen blister.
'She is very near to climax, Merek,' the guest observed.
'The rope will fix that,' Merek answered calmly. 'It will numb her and allow more time and scope in our investigations.' Leah shivered; her flesh was frightened by these threats. Merek simply put his arms around her even as his guest still gripped the throbbing rim of her bottom. Her rigid nipples poked through Merek's shirt.
Over Merek's shoulder she glimpsed Asgal, shifting in the darkness. She dreaded that throughout her tortured pleasurings he would still be there. But she dared not warn her master for fear of drawing unwanted questions. There was nothing she could do to prevent Asgal's witnessing all that followed, hearing every moan of shameful pleasure that Leah uttered and discovering all the ways of intimate touching that her body openly craved.