Blonde Fury II (24 page)

For two days Sophie was allowed to rest and recover. By the end of it s
h
e was back to prowling her stall, restless, bored
a
nd envious of any of the other slaves who were taken out for use.
But in the evening, Asil came for her. She was dressed in a white
, pleated
skirt that swirled in well-tailored elegance around her tanned thighs and a crisp white shirt with a Herm
è
s scarf in
bold
scarlet and blue patterns tied loosely around her neck. Sophie could only stare at the picture of poised and elegant womanhood she presented. Somewhere beneath it there was the sexually explosive girl that Sophie had so enjoyed playing with, but she couldn’t see
her
just then which made
her
all the more desirable.

Asil didn’t seem in the mood for talking; she just gave Sophie a wink and clipped a leash to the rings that joined her wrists behind her back and then fed it forward between her legs. For once she didn’t even attempt to play with Sophie’s cunt as she did so, she just slipped the loop over her
wrist
, turned and led her out.

They went into the palace by the door that had previously led them into the cells. But this time Asil went to her left and led Sophie along some low ceilinged corridors of bare stone. The cold began to strike up through Sophie’s naked soles just as they came to a heavy oak door which Asil opened and led her
through.

The room beyond was small and warm. It seemed to be some kind of cloakroom as there were rows of hooks on which hung items of female clothing. There were some skirts and tops and some of the gauzy items that Sophie had seen palace slaves wearing. At one end of the room was a row of wardrobe doors. Asil came behind Sophie and unclipped
her
leash and then her wrists, then began to undress herself.

“No clothes beyond this point. At least not day to day stuff. The
Prince
likes his playthings to be pretty, but he likes them to be available!” she said with a broad grin as she shrugged off her shirt. “You remember the plane?”

Sophie nodded.

“Then be an angel and go and get yourself a pair of stockings – black – and a pair of decent high heels. Oh, and fetch me a thong
– that one, there!”

Sohie turned to see Asil now naked and
pointing, she
handed her the skimpy leather thong
she had indicated
. She gave a grimace as she took it.

“Guys, eh? Still it looks like we’re in for a good time. He’s got friends with him, and you’re in for a treat for winning that race for him,” she said as she stepped into the thong and pulled it up tight to her
smoothly
shaven cunt while Sophie smoothed and straightened her stockings, feeling their unaccustomed touch on her skin but enjoying the prospect of what they promised. She slipped her feet into the shoes and then Asil came forwards.

“Mmm. You are a gorgeous, great big helping of sex on legs,” she whispered. “I kept my hands off you earlier but now…” She reached up and pulled Sophie’s head down to kiss her deeply, her tongue plunging into Sophie’
s mouth, her hands running down over Sophie’s back and gripping passionately in her buttocks. For her part, Sophie was delighted to feel Asil’s body against hers once more and stroked the girl’s back with one hand, while with the other she managed to squeeze the softness of one decorated breast, making Asil moan with desire before she broke away.

“Okay! No more or I’ll be in big trouble! Follow me.”

Sophie followed the bewitching,
plump,
swaying and rippling buttocks as Asil led her out through a door in the opposite wall to the one by which they had entered
. W
hat lay beyond took Sophie comp
letely by surprise. They could have been in the undercroft of an English cathedral
or castle. Massive round pillars supported a low
,
fan-vaulted ceiling.
Asil glanced round and smiled at Sophie’s look of amazement.

“He went to school in your country, and one of his friend’s parents had a castle with dungeons like this one so he copied it,” she explained in a whisper.

Red light spilled from torches made to look like rush lights thrust into sconces. And what the light illuminated was entirely in keeping with the most lurid of tales about
what had gone on in some castle dungeons
. Most of the pillars were decorated with naked girls
chained to them
and moving amongst them were
the
Prince
’s
guests.
They were nearly all men and t
heir chest
s were bare, while
below the waist they wore only black tights. But with a lurch of hot excitement in her belly, Sophie realised that they were cut away at the groin to leave the cocks naked. Most of them were erect and most of their owners carried whips coiled at their belts.
It was clearly an international gathering and men and girls were in all
colours, shapes
and sizes. There were even a few dominatrices, Sophie noted, they strode around in basques, some with massive breasts overflowing the bodices. Some were already wielding riding crops across the backs and bottoms of restrained slaves. The
Prince
himself was lounging on a great chair set against the far wall, one leg was nonchalantly thrown across an arm of the throne. Beside him a table practically groaned under the weight of wine bottl
es and glasses. He rose when So
phie and Asil
approached
and he walked across to them. Sophie couldn’t help noticing the flaccid but very long member wagging at his
darkly thatched
groin as he came.

She kept her eyes cast down as he stood in front of her and spoke to the gathering.

“Friends we are here to give White Lightning the reward she was promised
,
should she win the inaugural Bakhtar Open. As she won it magnificently I don’t intend to insult her by allowing her to walk out of here this night. She will be carried to the bedchamber next door, or I shall count it an evening of wasted time and effort! Now, let us get the proceedings under way properly!”

Sophie
was left in no doubt about what her reward would consist of as the
very
first beating she took was from a single tail whip. In front of excited onlookers,
holding drinks and chatting
, she was hung by her wrists from a hook in the
ceiling,
her legs were wrenched wide apart and her ankles clipped to a spreader bar. They left her just enough purchase on tip toes to take some of her weight. As one of the men who mounted her pointed out gleefully, it would extend the length of time she was able to remain suspended.

She never saw who delivered the first beating. There was just a tremendous thump across her back that took her clear off her scrabbling toes, followed by a searing heat. Whoever was laying it on was clearly sparing her nothing. The lashes came in a steady rhythm that allowed her time to regain her breath and her precarious toe holds before deluging her body with sensations that climbed rapidly through pain and then blended into pure masochistic pleasure.
In between the clubbing blows, Sophie could see the excitement she was causing in others. Erect cocks were being slowly and respectfully masturbated or sucked by kneeling slaves. Behind the front ranks of the audience she could see the
Prince
, lounging back on his throne-like chair. Beside him knelt Asil and her small hand was clasped around his
now-erect
cock, sliding up and down the divine length she so longed to feel inside her.
But she couldn’t feel any envy, the whipping was driving her beyond such thoughts and as the fires mounted in her body she flung her head back and climaxed with cunt-cramping power as she screamed and then hung inert in her chains. Around her she dimly heard the applause and laughter and realised she had spurted her juices onto the floor.

From then on the action spread out as other slaves were put to use. Sophie was left to hang for a while until a towering black man took her down and half led, half dragged
her over to a leather topped bench. He pushed her down onto it, front first and across it so that she was bent over it. Roughly he clipped her wrists together behind her back and from a rack on the wall beside
him
took down a cane and began to swish it in the air as he grinned down at her. She had never
had the cane
and to judge by the size of him, her first
beating with one
was going to be a humdinger.

It was. There was a split second’s numbness as the wickedly thin length of rattan bit deeply into her bottom and then a stinging fire was lit that eclipsed everything she had undergone to date as a slave. She lifted her head and howled, then shrieked even louder as another lash cracked home, then another, she danced up onto her toes and cried out again. And again. Tears blinded her and her throat began to feel raw, but still there was no let up in the beating and in vain she waited for her usual pleasure to kick in. After six thunderous lashes, at last she felt the agony begin to transform into blinding heat and hot tides of moisture in her belly.
It was still agony, but at least it was now exciting and after a few more lashes, she felt huge fingers slip up into her vagina with no problem and heard a chuckle of amusement from behind her. He probed and explored her sheath for a few moments and then withdrew. But Sophie barely had a chance to mew in disappointment before she felt the breathtaking width of his cock head spread her lips apart and then barge into her body. She could feel how the massive shaft was pushing the walls of her vagina apart and stimulating them as it did so. The man’s hands came to rest on her hips and he began to fuck her, slamming himself against her agonised buttocks. The combination of sensations swept her away and she once again screamed her release as she felt her cervix being battered as her belly cramped
once more
and she knew she was shamelessly spurting again. The man laughed and continued to fuck her, grabbing a fistful of hair to brace himself so he could go at her even harder.
As Sophie’s head was dragged up she saw another man in front of her. From the thatch of his pubic hair, a thick cock speared up eagerly, the gleaming helm seeming to point directly at her mouth and arrogantly demand entry.

“Mind if I mouth-fuck her?” the man said.

“No, be my guest. You heard his Highness, he wants her put through the wringer,” the man behind her replied without missing his rhythm as he ploughed her vagina.

Sophie barely had time to open her mouth wide enough before the cock was plunged in, filling it with the rich taste of a previous ejaculation and another taste that Sophie recognised as being from an especially pungent woman. It was a combination of tastes that she hadn’t experienced since leaving the Pretty Pony and she relished it, sucking eagerly on him and trying to swirl her tongue in what little space was left in her mouth. She didn’t need to worry about moving backwards and forwards on him, the man behind her was still battering her. So she joyfully sank into a deep, dark morass of delight as she was shaken about at both ends. With a cock-muffled wail of
panic she realised she was heading pell mell for yet another blinding climax and was helpless to stop it being frighteningly devastating. Unheeding and concerned only for their own pleasure, the men fucked her and as she began to try and scream at the intensity of the approaching orgasm, the cock in her mouth spurted its thick load of sperm into the back of her mouth – with her head thrown back she couldn’t get it into her throat. At the same time the man behind her suddenly clawed his fingers into her hips and held her tight as he made short jabbing thrusts into her. As she spiralled upwards
she was trying to swallow and screa
m at the same time as her pelvic
muscles we
re convulsing. It was the most
racking orgasm she had ever had and it left her hanging limply across the bench, dribbling sperm from her nose and mouth and with floods of juice and sperm oozing down her thighs.

The men simply laughed and moved away, allowing her to sink backwards onto the cool stone floor. But not for long. A hand in he
r hair dragged her to her feet and she found herself staring blearily at a dark haired man who smiled slowly and reached for her so-far ignored breasts. Dragging her after him he took her to stand face-first against one of the massive pillars. He held her there with one hand in the small of her back as he rummaged in another rack of equipment. He came back with a gag strap and buckled it tightly into her mouth so that it dragged her lips back more violently than a bit did.

“Could have been a ball gag but I like to hear some screaming,” he told her in an American accent, his body pressed close against her back so that she could feel the size and heat of his erection. He held her steady again and rummaged once more, coming back with an anal hook. She couldn’t recall having had one in her before but was past caring now. She just needed another orgasm.

He kicked her legs farther apart and she felt the cold steel of the bulbous end of the hook rubbed up the insides of her thighs and along the slit of her sex, then it was unceremoniously thrust into her arse, sliding through her sphincters on the lubricant of her
sap and the black man’s spunk. She made a soft moan of mingled discomfort and arousal which was cut off as her head was jerked backwards violently.
She felt the gag strap loosen for a moment and then it was buckled back up and her head was held fast as she felt the anal hook strain to insert itself more deeply if she attempted to lower it. She realised the man must have linked the chain on the hook to the back of the gag strap at a length that would keep her head wrenched back.