Leah's Punishment

by Aran Ashe

  Arno drew aside his loincloth and she felt his naked erection, burning hot against her belly. As he lifted her bottom on to the edge of the table and her clogs clattered to the floor, she reached to capture the head of his penis between her fingertips just as he had captured her knob. Gently her fingers squeezed it under the rim and held it, while he shivered and she removed his loincloth with her other hand. Then she realised that both Denni and Finn were watching her. Still holding the trembling glans, Leah calmly turned and poured more water into her cup. Denni smiled and whispered something to Finn, who approached Leah more closely. He too was completely nude and Leah saw that, of the two men's erections, his was the larger. Denni came closer. 'Touch her clit,' Denni urged Finn, who sought a nod of agreement from Arno, whose erection had grown larger and more upstanding under Leah's grasp.

  When Finn's fingers touched her erection, Leah's lost their grip on Arno's glans and she collapsed on to her side on the table. One hand was still clutching the cup. She heard Arno move behind Denni. Finn made Leah put the cup down. 'Lift your leg. Hold it up for me,' he ordered her very softly. She used her hand to support it from the knee, in effect offering all between her legs for his unbridled attentions, while the others watched. Finn's head bowed down between Leah's legs in readiness to suck and Leah tightened and the feeling came – the feeling of falling, a deep drawing sensation between her legs, the beautiful pressure of that inner erection against the tube of her pee-hole, and the dread, lewd expectation that if the pleasure came then she might pee.

  Finn's lips closed around her knob and started sucking very gently, as if it were a delicately swollen fruit that he sucked in the sweet anticipation of its bursting in his mouth. Leah's free hand reached out for Denni, clawing softly upwards between her legs, through those moist black hairs, and slipping inside her sex. She heard Denni's moan, then felt the bulging head of Arno's penis trying to enter Denni's sex from behind, vying with Leah's knuckles – poking repeatedly, trying to push in, while Denni gasped under the distension. His ejaculation came too soon, with Leah's knuckles pressed against the underside of his penis, and the semen squirted over her fingers, which moved up the furrow of Denni's slit to bathe her knob in the warm liquid, triggering Denni's climax. The feeling of that hard, slippery female knob jumping uncontrollably against her fingers made Leah pull her knee up so tightly that most of her sex pushed inside Finn's mouth, and the urgent tightness of his sucking made the pleasure burst so strongly that she thought she had peed. She rolled, gasping, on to her back.

  'She's peeing,' Finn whispered. 'See – it's coming.'

  'Oh no!' She shivered.

  'Shhh . . .' He ran his hand over her belly. 'It's good. It's what we wanted, isn't it, Denni?'

  Leah's distraught gaze turned to her friend, who was nodding enthusiastically, her eyes glistening with excitement. She crouched over Leah's face and kissed her, dipping her fingers between Leah's legs, tiptouching the tiny hole, gently pressing, stemming the last of the flow.

  'Let me touch her,' Arno said.

  'First – taste her.' Denni put her wet fingers into his mouth, murmured, 'Good,' and watched his erection burgeon.

  Arno's touching was the gentlest of the three. Leah reached across for his penis, still wet with semen and Denni's oil. Then he kissed her inner thighs and her hairless sex, saturated with the wetness sprayed by Denni's fingertipping. He whispered: 'Your scent here – it's like the broom-flower on the hill – so soft, so sweetly musky.' His lips slid once more over the soft wet skin. She touched his penis again and found it fully hard and hot, the blood pulsing in steady thumps. Then he kissed her, transferring her own scent to her mouth, and she found such kissing to be deeply, shamelessly, lewdly arousing. She kept hold of Arno's penis, locking her fingertips round the head, caging it, gently squeezing. She knew this gentle, slow squeezing would make the gland inside him overfill. A man's second spill was often more liquid. She wanted to force that gland to expel all its fragrant semen at a time of her bidding.

  'Let's put her in front of the fire, where it's warm and we can dry her,' Finn said. He spread fleeces on the floor; Arno lifted and laid her on the soft cool fleeces before the heat of the oven. She tried to keep finger contact with the head of his penis. 'More water,' she begged. She felt his glans jerk with excitement against her fingertips. Denni brought the flagons. Finn opened the oven doors a little and raised the damper. Leah's nude, relaxed body was bathed in the ruby glow.

  Finn started kissing Denni. She had hold of his erection near the base, not moving her hand, just squeezing to the point of throbbing. Arno cradled Leah's head and fed her water from the cup; she drank the cupful swiftly. 'More,' she said and felt the arousal pulsing through her body, buzzing in her head. When he raised the second cupful to her lips, she said: 'Hold me between the legs.' And she directed the hand with the damaged fingers to her naked wet sex and shuddered when they touched.

  Denni now began administering water to Finn. She kept fingering his erection at the root, stimulating it while he was drinking. Then she started sucking his balls. Leah had an urgent longing to have the bobbing head of that penis pushed in her mouth while Denni was sucking the balls. At that thought, a feeling came between her legs, a feeling so intense, where the stunted fingers were touching, that she moaned. Arno smothered her moans with his mouth while his hand, still cupped between her nude wet thighs, gripped her flesh ever tighter, ever more intimately, the outer fingers pressed into the sensitive join of each thigh, the palm against her knob, the heel above it, steadily pressing. A delicious hot numbness came between her legs and then, through the numbness, a piercing thrill of freezing pleasure, as if a melting icicle were being pushed up her pee-hole, pushed slowly, remorselessly, deliciously far inside her. Then he tried to lift her with that hand that still clutched the naked flesh between her legs, and suddenly the icicle seemed to burst into a hundred shimmering needles, showering their prickling, freezing tiny stabs of pleasure up inside her.

  'There . . . do it,' he crooned. He took his hand away, glistening wet, and the spray started coming in full. Then his fingers came back to hold her inner lips spread wide to expose her pee-hole. 'It's like the mouth of a tiny fish,' he whispered. And that little fish kept squirting with a steady and strong rhythm and Leah, watching his fascination with it, felt her nipples tighten with wantonness. She reached for his penis, and held the glans in the jet of liquid. 'Oh – hot,' he gasped, 'Lovely . . .' He started to shudder and his fingertip grip upon her labia faltered as she bathed the glans, drenched it, before the flow finally stemmed. Then she reached to kiss that dread, tender furrow of injured flesh running down his side. She dragged him down beside her on to the fleece, with the furrow exposed. Then she mounted it, putting her thighs astride his ribcage as he lay on his side, feeding her labia up against the furrow, bedding her clitoris in the soft smooth flesh inside. Exquisite pleasure came when she tightened her thighs and the sides of the furrow compressed her clitoris, bit it, it seemed, and she hunched forward, gasping, so near to coming, but the pleasure stayed on and she felt herself wetting again and the furrow flooding and overflowing down his side.

  She reached back, smoothing the tight head of his cock with the slippery wet she was exuding. Then she felt the cockhead jump and jerk against her fingers and she climbed off him and twisted round. 'Quickly – in my mouth,' she told him, hunching down to meet it, so as not to miss a drop. The head – bitter, aromatic, dripping wet – she took into her mouth and a second later her mouth was flooded with semen, salty but sweet too, and lusciously fluid, not glutinous. She kept it in her mouth and savoured every last drop. His hand was on her nipples, helplessly moving from one to the other, clawing at their tightness. Her hand was between her legs, caressing the minute erectile tissue at the mouth of her pee-hole, pressing a fingertip against it, putting lewd pressure there, in the way Denni had shown her.

  And so it continued through the night. The little group slept a little and took sustenance from the cache of br
ead and cheese, but mostly they took water. When Arno was sent to refill the flagons, Leah watched Denni with Finn, saw his heavily swollen erection going into Denni's body, slipping smoothly, lubricated by the oil from Denni's sex. Leah felt emboldened to play with him while he penetrated Denni. Denni's oil dripped warmly on to Leah's fingers as she drew the skin of the swollen penis tightly back and held it. Then she squeezed the heavy ball sac until the deep contraction came and the sac gathered and tightened hard and, in the next second, Denni's sex overflowed with semen.

  Afterwards, Leah held Finn's penis while he peed. She controlled the flow with finger-pressure under the base, whilst her other hand directed the tip. Denni got wet – very wet; that was Leah's lewd intention. It bounced off her breasts and sex and spilled all over the fleeces; it wetted her lips and eyebrows. Her body looked beautifully, shinily wet; her nipples were as tight as Leah's; her lips were full and glistening. Leah gently sucked the strong male wet from between Denni's legs and felt Denni's climax coming. While it was still pulsing, she held her open and Denni peed and Leah tried to control the flow with her fingers but the flesh was too slippery. She played mistress to Denni, pushing the tip of her little finger into the tiny mouth that was still streaming, applying firm pressure to stem the flow. While she pressed, and Denni gently squirmed under the sexuality of that fingertip restraint, Leah sealed her lips about Denni's in a mistress's gently suffocating kiss. She felt Denni's whole body tremble, as if she was drowning in all the pleasure sealed up inside.

  When Arno returned with the recharged flagons the men took Leah in their charge, plying her with water, kissing her, touching her between the legs, sucking her. Finn bundled her into his arms and slid his penis effortlessly into her sex from behind. Arno came to her from the front and started to masturbate her with just the tip of his erect penis until she was on the verge of coming and the tightness spilt her first droplets. 'Not yet, Leah,' Finn whispered. 'Hold it in. Give her some more water, Arno.' Leah took it and the probing with the tip of the penis started again until she moaned and pleaded. Then Arno suddenly gasped and drew back, the head of his penis leaking pre-come.

  Naked, impaled on Finn's shaft, with her knees tightly tucked up, Leah was carried to the open side of the dugout. He stood on the edge so her bundled body jutted into the night and through the giddiness she could see far below the glitter of furnaces and the glint of moonlight on the waterway. Then, in an instant, Denni was beside Finn, reaching under and between Leah's legs, telling Finn to get her knees more open. This spreading of her knees made the bulging glans inside her press against her swollen bladder. Then Denni began masturbating her, focusing on her knob – the flat of two fingers rubbing round it, under it, lifting it like a stubby penis. Leah groaned in delicious resignation. Denni did not slow the finger-torture. Firmer and deeper came the pressure, through the root of the clitoris, drawing profound and uncontrollable pleasure, intensely protracted, as if many climaxes had run together, like knots of pleasure on a long, oiled necklace being drawn from her pee-hole. The glittering beads of liquid arced in long wrenching spurts into the night and splashed on the rock face far below. Then she felt Finn coming inside her but all the fear of male ejaculation in her body was as nothing; the only object was pleasure, this deep, drowning pleasure and the primordial urge that rendered her deliciously powerless to want to expel the penis, let alone to try.

  Afterwards, they laid her on the fleeces, which were warm, damp and aromatic with the musky scent of wanton abandon. It drugged her; her inner body cared not that she already harboured a copious yield of male emission, but welcomed more, and she climaxed when it was Arno's turn to come inside her. She clung to him and felt deliciously drowsy, beautifully sated, and fell asleep, the skin of her breasts, belly and legs tight with all the dried fluid, her nipple pressed into the furrow of his wound, her sex lips still sealed snugly round the root of his penis. His every movement, however slight, she felt deep inside her, where it counted most, feeding desire and depravity into all her dreaming.

  She woke with a start in full daylight. The boys were gone. Denni was shaking her. 'Come on,' said Denni. 'We can bathe in the spring. Then we'd better get back. Beccanay will be wondering about us.'

  'But what if the Gangmaster finds out?' Leah asked belatedly.

  'He's away – not back for another two days, according to Finn. And besides – how would he find out? Who's going to tell him?'

  12

  A Reward for Promiscuity

  The girls quietly trundled their empty barrel back into the brew-house. There was no sign of old Beccanay so Denni said: 'Come on. Let's have a look at where they malt the grain.' She took Leah by the hand and led her up the wooden staircase to an upper floor where the bare boards were strewn with sprouting grain. Leah was startled to see a young man, stripped to the waist, hunched over in the gloom at the far end, scooping the grain back and forth with a wooden paddle. Denni showed no surprise; in fact she was unashamedly staring at him until Leah tugged her arm. Denni breathed the warm, scented humid air. 'I love the smell of malt,' she said.

  'Mmm . . . Sweet . . .' Leah nodded.

  'Isn't he just?' Denni was again staring at the semi-naked young man.

  'You know what I meant.' Leah was mortified.

  'But he's nice – just look at him.'

  Leah risked a fleeting look then turned away in embarrassment, afraid he might have overheard them. He had stopped working and was watching them from the shadows. Then she heard his footsteps slewing towards them through the grain and in a panic she turned for the stairs.

  'Leah!' he cried.

  She froze. How did he know her name?

  'Leah!' the voice came again. And this time, recognition struck home and Leah, in shock, felt giddy and joyous and sickly faint all at the same time. Denni watched open-mouthed as Ean pushed past her, catching hold of Leah just in time to prevent her sliding sidelong down the stairs. He crushed her limp swooning body in his arms, as if he would never let her go.

  Denni, with a look of stunned consternation, quietly negotiated her way around the pair and crept down to the foot of the stairs, where she waited, casting perplexed upward glances as if to reassure herself of what she was witnessing.

  Tears of joyous deliverance streamed down Leah's face.

  'Don't cry,' Ean chided her gently. But she did not stop: she cried from guilt that she had so swiftly forgotten him and from joy that he was found. And he was safe.

  'I thought I had lost you for ever.' She covered his face with tear-wet kisses. She clung to his breast and kissed that too.

  He held her at arm's length to look at her. 'So beautiful,' he murmured. 'I should never have left without you. But how did you find me? I waited and watched the boat until it disappeared, hoping all the time that you would change your mind and follow. And you did.'

  Leah's gaze dropped away, as the wave of guilt struck: she had not tried to follow. Then she gasped in horror: 'They've shackled you!' He was chained between the ankles to a leash-chain snaking across the floor. Leah turned on Denni, demanding: 'Why?' until Denni's bleak, accusing expression silenced her.

  Ean laid his hands gently on Leah's shoulders. 'I tried to take another horse from the stables here – to borrow it, really.'

  'To steal it,' Denni pronounced solemnly.

  'To get back to me, like I told you to?' Leah whispered, staring up at him.

  'Yes,' he said softly. 'But you beat me to it.'

  A delicious exhilaration, intoxicating and overwhelming, swept up through Leah's soul. She clung to Ean so tightly that she was oblivious to the sounds around her until he anxiously eased her away and cast a furtive glance down the stairs.

  'No mixing between prisoners!' the voice boomed out. Leah gripped the handrail in fear. Ean, his chain trailing, edged back to his work. The Gangmaster stood at the door. His displeasure now turned upon Denni, who, shocked by his unexpected arrival, began proffering frightened excuses to try to fend off his growls. 'You – a free gir
l – ought to know better than to let this happen!'

  Denni never said anything to implicate Leah or Ean; she took all the blame upon herself. So, free girl or not, Denni paid the price. The Gangmaster made her drop her trousers there and then. He whipped her bare bottom mercilessly with his crop and, with every cruel blow that he laid upon it, Leah's conscience was flayed by barbs of self-reproach.

  'Come down, girl,' the Gangmaster ordered Leah. Her frightened gaze turned to Ean. Defiantly, he strode back towards her but she shook her head, knowing full well that no good could come if he attempted intervention. Meekly she crept down the stairs. With her arms behind her back she fell to her knees, remembering to murmur those special words: 'Master – how shall I please?' Miraculously the Gangmaster did not touch her. He continued to glower at the weeping Denni. Then, turning to Leah, slowly weighing her up, he pursed his lips and finally nodded approval. Then he pointed to Denni. 'See to her. Get her pants up. And don't mess with the prisoner again. Understood?'

  Leah nodded. 'Yes, master.'

  He struck a final vicious lash across Denni's buttocks and Leah hurried to pull up Denni's trousers to protect her cruelly punished flesh.

  Suddenly a door under the stairs opened to reveal Beccanay, hunched under a sack of grain, which in his surprise he immediately dropped. His pale-blue eyes swiftly took in the scene. He glanced up the stairs then said: 'Some problem, Gangmaster?'

  'Not now, Beccanay. All quiet and calm.'

  The old man tilted his head enquiringly at Denni. 'And my chief assistant – what ails her?' His gaze set hard upon the Gangmaster.

  'She forgot the rules. But she recalls them now, is that not so, Denni?' He turned the tear-stricken girl to face him.

  'Yes, m-master,' Denni blubbered. 'P-please forgive me.' Leah watched in horror as Denni offered up her lips and the Gangmaster kissed her like a lover: Denni was acting like a slave. The kiss was finally interrupted by an irritated cough from the old man. The expression on Beccanay's face was one of utter disdain for the Gangmaster but it softened when it fell upon Denni. Denni's eyes looked hunted. Beccanay shook his head in almost imperceptible admonishment for what she had just allowed them all to witness. 'If you will forgive me, Gangmaster, I must be about my work – with the help of both of my assistants.'