Leah's Punishment

by Aran Ashe

  Her pose was deliciously sexual. Her underarms looked so vulnerably naked. Her hair lay in swirling disarray about her lovely face. Her lips were open, her little tongue protruded, and the mouth of her bottom was a pale velvet funnel. That afternoon, with her dildo bedded firmly, she had come to climax in Ulline's fingers while her bottom was being filled with milk. Or rather, having filled her bottom to the brim, Ulline had sat her on her aproned knee, gently fingered her inexperienced labia and worked her dildo fully home and held her bloated belly, and the girl had finally moaned against Ulline's mouth – her small tongue had come out and pushed between Ulline's lips – and suddenly Ulline's fingers were coated with the warm female oil the girl was exuding around the dildo, and the girl's sex was jerking as if it were a living butterfly being impaled upon a needle.

  The milk had been retained in readiness for more to be added so her second climax could be brought on while she was standing, with the dildo still inside her sex and her thighs squeezed tightly round it. This second climax was far more poignant and prolonged. She collapsed forwards against her mistress, whose fingers, drenched in girl-oil, continued at the same pace, steadily clawing that lovely erect clitoris into its plush surround, until her milk was spilled in uncontrollable surges over the balls of her dildo and all down the backs of her legs. Afterwards, she was washed and put to bed to dream about this newfound experience.

  Ulline slipped her hand through the leather loop of the bedded dildo. The intimate contact woke the girl. Her eyes were languid; plainly the stimulant that Ulline had put on the head of the dildo had been working. Her mouth was open, her breathing soft. With the tip of her middle finger Ulline tickled the hot inner skin of the pale velvet funnel of that delightful anus. The girl's tongue peeped out and arched seductively against her upper lip. Ulline twisted the balls of the dildo gently, breaking the sexual seal. Female oil exuded and the warm shiny shaft was slowly expelled, the girl shivering as it came free. Ulline looked into the open sex, with its deliciously warm, stretched furrows, the tiny mouth of its urethra, its erect knob. Then she carefully mated the round, warm, oily tip of the dildo to the funnel of the anus and pushed. The girl looked questioningly for a second, then her mouth opened wide in compliance and her head went back, exposing the lovely curve of her neck. With the pressure, that furtive dildo began to slide upwards, inwards. Ulline, watching the fickle muscle continue to distend in hesitant pulses against the repeated urge to constrict, and watching the lovely neck arch tightly back, inserted the dildo to the thickest part and held it, gently twisting to and fro, and listened to the soft moans that so needed quenching. Then, after one more push, she released her grip and gently massaged the clitoris and watched the dildo being gradually drawn by the girl's contractions up into her bottom, all the way up, to the balls. Then Ulline moved on.

  There was a special hobby-horse she sometimes made girls ride, its saddle made of alabaster fashioned from a mould of the female parts, with recesses for the lips and clitoris and with a generous, stubby bump for purchase. And on to this bump, after oiling, Ulline would lift the open girl and have her sit and gently rock her little body to nirvana.

  Throughout these preparations, the Dresser's reward was the heightened sexuality she induced in her charges and the ensuing gratitude of their lordly masters.

  There was one girl who had newly been pierced; in fact her clitoris was still quite swollen and excited. At regular intervals Ulline would gently draw a gold wire through it to keep its puncture open. When she came to this girl for the first drawing of the day, the girl was sitting trembling with knees already held dutifully spread, and Ulline could feel the warmth of her aroused body billowing up from between her legs. Under the gentle drawing and rotation of the wire, little pulses shook her sex and a little of her fluid exuded. So unctuous was it that it lay on the cloth beneath her bottom rather than soaked in, refracting the morning light in pale turquoise and swirling glistening reds, like a bead of precious opal. Ulline moved on.

  No two girls were ever the same in their needs or their experience, but the masters frequently ignored this, assuming that every slave girl was promiscuous. Ulline therefore made certain at an early stage that every girl knew how to masturbate herself. Afterwards she would put her to masturbating others, first girls then captive males, not so much as a test but rather as a means of driving that first spark of sexuality into a self-sustaining fire.

  But for that first private consultation she would sit the girl within arm's reach astride a tall stool, which was never positioned directly in front of Ulline but always a little to the side. If it was night-time the lamps would be dimmed. She would ask the girl to sit forward. 'Now open yourself,' she would say. She would then comment reassuringly about the development of the girl's inner lips and ask about the ways her current master used her and about her monthly flow, and whether her master used protection. Sometimes she was obliged to explain, for the girl might not properly understand the link between seminal fluid and conception. Then she would ask her to draw her hood of skin back and she would apply a tiny drop of lubricant from the tip of a glass rod on to her exposed clitoris. She would tell her to release her hood and the consultation would be over, and she would have her put to bed or sometimes, if it were daytime, take her with her on her rounds.

  But the lubricant would be less than innocent, containing a weak inflammatory agent, a slow sexual irritant steadily working on the clitoris when the girl was trying to sleep or walk. Invariably the girl, if in bed, would be drawn to fingering herself to completion several times. This Ulline knew because she used to watch. Rarely, with certain girls, or if a client required it, Ulline would have her staked to the bed with her ankles fastened open. She would then examine her on the hour through the night and renew the irritant with the little glass rod. Sometimes such girls could be made to come through their breasts, by nipple stimulation with the fingers or the mouth or with the breast-pump; sometimes by the touch of unfamiliar medical instruments between their legs; occasionally simply by the application of the tip of the rod, or by the use of deep fingering to assess the girl's heat at the entrance to her womb.

  This day she had a new girl, Leah, who had already attracted the attention of several clients on account of her absence of pubic hair. But Lord Shardlan had spoken up first and had stipulated his requirements. It was undeniable that she was pretty. She wore a broken virgin's chain attached through the labia minora. One of the requirements was that this chain be moved. At present, Leah's clitoris stood freshly primed with irritant and she kept wanting to put her legs together but Ulline made her stand open: desire must be nurtured. However, Ulline permitted Leah to hold the loaded clyster while she attended to the girl who was suspended naked from the ceiling with only the tips of her toes reaching the floor. Another girl, awaiting depilation, lay on a narrow fleece-covered table. Ulline began to put a solid gold ball about the size of an apple into the sex of the suspended girl, who was moaning even before her labia had fully closed round it. 'Anticipation,' Ulline declared. 'She needs to pee.' She knew these words would excite Leah; Lord Shardlan had intimated as much. Ulline therefore brought Leah near and held her naked belly and touched her lovely pierced labia, which were already thinning as her excitement mounted. Thinning of the labia normally accompanied advanced arousal, in this case aided by the irritant's drawing blood strongly to her clitoris and especially to its buried extension. Ulline gently squeezed the punctures wherein the chains were set. The grip of Leah's fingers was weak about the barrel of the clyster.

  'It is no harm that you begin to lubricate this way,' she told Leah, wiping her leakage with a soft cloth. Leah stayed guiltily silent. Across the chamber the assistant was fastening the ankles of the girl awaiting depilation. Ulline touched Leah's labia gently; they were thin and soft and wet enough to be moulded into shape, though the chains were an encumbrance. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. Her clitoris had formed a blister-like nodule under her thin-skinned hood. Though Leah did not yet know it,
this was to be the site of a new piercing.

  The Dresser now left Leah and proceeded with the depilation of the girl on the fleece-covered table. The girl had fine, soft pubic hair. Ulline used a cream and wore a glove on the hand that administered it. She plastered it from the girl's navel, over her pubis, carefully to each side of the lips – not allowing any ingress – then smeared the inner thighs and underneath, into the furrow of her bottom. Then she made her lie completely still.

  The first sign that something was happening was the trembling of her thighs. 'Tell me what it feels like,' Ulline said to her.

  'It . . . it tingles,' the girl whispered fearfully.

  'Cool – like scented water?'

  The girl nodded uncertainly, swallowing. 'My bottom feels funny, prickling, pulling.'

  'As if a rough-tongued creature is licking it?'

  The girl nodded.

  'And this?' Ulline pushed a gloved finger up her bottom and kissed her to smother her gasps.

  The hairs were breaking away and floating in the cream. Ulline used a thin wooden blade to scrape the girl's belly clean, scraping gently round the lips of her sex, then down her thighs. The exposed skin glowed red and felt as if it was burning. Yet the girl was shivering. Spreading the girl's buttocks, Ulline next scraped into the groove. 'Her anus is a little inflamed,' she observed to the assistant, who swiftly began to wash the girl. Finally Ulline removed her glove and tenderly caressed the girl's smooth pink skin, opening her like a flower. The intimacies of that naked examination made the girl come.

  All this occurred while Leah was waiting, her clitoris erect and doubtless trying to shed the coy foreskin of its hood. The Dresser came back to assist, pushing back the foreskin then guiding her slim arms, her nervous hands, directing the shiny, leaking, trembling spout of the clyster up the bottom of the suspended girl. 'Straight up – more vertically,' Ulline whispered, for it had stabbed from behind against the gold ball sheathed within the girl's sex, making her murmur. Ulline made Leah crouch. 'Push the plunger.' As the girl's bottom was being filled, it was in fact Leah who was shaking the most. The Dresser simply clasped Leah's hot, wet, punctured sex and kept easing her foreskin back. She had not time to put her thumb up Leah's bottom before the surplus cream was squirting out round the barrel of the buried clyster and Leah herself came in warm gushes. Ulline carried her to a chair, spread her legs quite fully and her sex very wide indeed, and asked the assistant for something to put up Leah's pee-hole. During the administering of this acutely focused form of sexual pleasure, Leah came again.

  When the Dresser looked up, Lord Shardlan was standing quietly watching, his gaze fixed on Leah.

  'I thought to pre-empt the others,' he said by way of apology for entering the inner sanctum unannounced.

  Ulline stood up and bowed. 'Your wish is her command, my lord'.

  He sighed, looking lovingly at Leah. 'Sadly only temporarily. She is betokened.' He went to kiss her and Ulline saw something beautiful and disarmingly innocent in the way she offered up her lips. It was plain that Lord Shardlan admired this creature greatly. 'Merek, her master, will doubtless be back for her, though there's no word yet of his return,' he said. 'Something must have delayed him.' She stared up in apprehension. He gazed back at her protectively.

  'Perhaps he's been and gone,' the Dresser offered.

  'Perhaps he never intended to return. It happens a lot.'

  'Ulline – no master in his senses would abandon Leah.' Lord Shardlan lifted his ward gently on to his lap.

  'We'll find use for her.' Leah shrank against her protector. 'Don't hide your face, girl,' Ulline said sharply.

  'Sit up, turn around, as your mistress requires,' Lord Shardlan encouraged Leah. 'Don't disappoint me now with wilfulness – not after all the brave and dutiful things you did to please me on our little journey.'

  At this mild chastisement, the tears sprang and Leah hurried to make amends. Ulline was impressed by her compliance. She stared at the naked place between Leah's open thighs and sighed.

  'Feel free to touch,' Lord Shardlan offered.

  'I'd rather whip.'

  'Then feel free to whip – for Leah is a good girl, aren't you? Stand up for your mistress. Look, Ulline – these beautiful thighs, this skin, so soft, and this perfect female split.'

  Leah was whipped standing – whipped at the front, where it counts best, all upon and around her sex. Throughout, she kept her hands dutifully behind her back, her fingers nevertheless writhing, her naked belly thrust forward and down, seeking to shelter her tenderness, yet with her knees bowed open; and Ulline lashed caustic lines repeatedly between them until the flesh erupted in weals.

  'Beautiful, beautiful,' was all Lord Shardlan kept saying as he took Leah's small shivering body back on to his knee. Leah kept open because she surely could not bear to close, to have the raised, stinging, flayed skin pressed between her limbs. Ulline knew this because she too had had a harsh mistress in her youthful training. In part she was now reliving this gift of love through Leah.

  'Sit forward,' she instructed. 'Sit on it.'

  'Oh no, please,' Leah implored in whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  'Mistress Dresser – I've never really taken to this form of play before,' said Lord Shardlan, 'but I must now confess to an interest. I like the certainty and composure with which you deal your strokes. Her flesh is almost burning my thigh.' He started to play with the weals. 'She gains erection quickly – even under these conditions.'

  'Because of them. That is the purpose of the whipping, my lord.'

  'Not the sole purpose?'

  'Leave her with me.'

  Lord Shardlan bowed and left for a time. When he returned to that chamber, Leah was coming in her mistress's hands, suspended by her arms with both feet off the floor. Shardlan watched the mistress's slender fist being inserted, post-climax, into the tightness of this beautiful girl. The vision of that pregnant bulge between Leah's legs – her naked lower belly enveloping Ulline's fist – remained with him until his next return. At that time Leah lay on the bed, the ropes that had attached her to the ceiling now loose about her wrists. Ulline moved away to let him examine Leah, whose feet lay pressed together at the soles. 'She looks in prayer, almost,' Shardlan murmured.

  Between her legs was sexual mayhem – bright stripes from the whipping, the anus peculiarly swollen, the outer labia wrenched back, the inner ones flaccid, soaking wet, the formerly small vagina now agape. Gently he removed the tiny clamp from her clitoris. Momentarily her knees lifted from the bed. He forced the hood of hot skin all the way back, using his fingernails. Leah gurgled as the blood pulsed into her tortured clitoris, reinvigorating it to a brighter splendour. Shardlan slowly bowed his head into the humid hollow between her legs and entubed the head and shaft of that shiny clitoris with his lips. Her orgasm came swiftly and her hands, still draped with their rope encumbrances, weakly yet somehow wantonly clutched his hair. He felt her knees come up again and her thighs squeezing gently about his ears.

  He sat up and gazed at her. Then he lifted her by the shoulders, loosened the ropes from her wrists and kissed her before laying her down. 'What are we to do with you?' He traced the soft lines of her eyebrows with his fingers then turned to Ulline. 'Shall her cunt ever again fully close?'

  'Not if I have a say, my lord.'

  'Show me again your handiwork, mistress.'

  The hand went so far inside Leah's sex that it seemed it must surely burst through into her bottom. And though she lay impaled on Ulline's fist, yet the woman was kissing her so tenderly and Leah's nipples were up so far and shivering, and the pleasure seemed to keep coming, as the fingers in her body kept plucking and pressing at the nose of her womb. 'Men do not know,' Ulline whispered, yet Shardlan had witnessed much, and he tried to gauge from Leah's reaction how this woman made her feel. Leah had grasped and tried to kiss the very arm that fed its hand inside her. Yet when the hand slid out, her flesh looked raw and burning, used and open.

  'Wh
at will Merek say when he sees it?' Shardlan murmured.

  At this point there was an interruption: Lord Shardlan's assistant – the guard, Lirann – had crept into the room and was watching Leah intently.

  When his lordship turned, Lirann announced: 'The male prisoner is dealt with, my lord.'

  'Thank you, Lirann: there was no requirement to report back – not at this juncture.' He was irked: Leah was disquieted by the news. He started to reassure her. But his guard persisted, and drew him aside to speak privately. Eventually he dismissed her and returned to Leah.

  Ulline whispered: 'Your young guard seems quite demanding today, my lord. Do I sense –'

  'I trust you sense nothing that does not concern you, mistress.'

  Chastened, Ulline bowed.

  'Shall we continue?'

  Swiftly, Ulline renewed control of master and girl. She made Leah sit forward on the edge of the bed and spread open. Then she said in a conspiratorial whisper: 'Touch her pee-hole. It awaits you, my lord; caress it in the way it needs.'

  With those few words he was wreathed in the thrall of obsession. Ulline stood back. In truth it was bewitching to watch a beautiful girl engaged in utter lewdness with a man so driven by depravity that in his breathing one could hear the pounding thump of his heartbeat, as he touched clinically inside her body. Engrossed, he whispered to her: 'It feels like an oyster – when you split its shell and slide your finger in and press the swollen slippery pulp and the little mouth inside squirts its salty fluid in futile defence. But your beautiful inner oyster is much warmer and more alive.' Leah moaned and her knees jerked upwards, as if the orgasm had come through the urethra, where his fingers were focused. Lord Shardlan came very close to her, gently kissing her erect nipples whilst fingertipping between her legs. Then he murmured: 'I have asked Jubal to fashion a little jewelled bodkin to fit inside this tiny place. I want you to wear it to the bacchanal. The Dresser will prepare you.'