Of Pain and Delight (22 page)

‘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.

Sahria grasped his cock and rubbed him gently. She was already close to her orgasm as she pressed her pubic bone against him and moaned softly. Sensing her need, he moved his tongue to her erect little bud, flicked the tip rapidly over the sensitive flesh, and she came almost immediately.

The prince then moved around her without once taking his tongue from her oily cunt, until he lay between her legs with his face buried in the softness of her groin. He licked around her lips for a few moments, and then gripped her clitoris gently between his teeth. He flicked the tip of his tongue from side to side and she knew she was coming again. The orgasm tore through her, causing her to whimper with joy.

Sarne raised his head and knelt between her legs, looking at her with a wolfish smile. He lay by her side, taking her once more into his arms, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. His unaccustomed tenderness confused her. She had been used and abused at his orders by so many, and yet now he was making affectionate love to her, and she began to wonder if he had developed feelings other than pure lust.

His cock lay heavily on his stomach, and unable to resist, she reached out and gripped it, and it stiffened rapidly until it had regained its former magnificence.

The prince again moved to kneel between her legs. She raised her knees, and he shuffled closer. She knew Mena and Aisha had prepared her well, and she relaxed and waited for the ultimate penetration. He slid slowly into her, three or four inches at first, and then withdrew until her stretched pussy lips gripped him under the ridge. Then he moved into her again, slowly, before once more withdrawing. She glanced down between her legs. It was so large and so beautiful, and she needed it all.

Sarne rested his fists on either side of her, paused for a few moments, then sank his entire length into her. She squealed with delight as waves of pleasurable pain coursed throughout her body. He held still for a moment, and then began to steadily fuck her with long, slow strokes. The feeling of his enormous shaft stretching and thrusting deep inside her body thrilled her immensely, and she responded by bucking her hips upward to meet his urgent movements. Sensing her need, he hammered into her as deeply as he could, and then circled his hips to probe every part of her tight honeypot, sometimes hurting her but always delighting her.

With each deep prod against her tender flesh she rose nearer and nearer to yet another orgasm. When she finally came she clawed at his back, tearing at his sinewy flesh with her fingernails, oblivious to any pain she might be causing him. The prince responded by thrusting violently and using his size to great effect. Sahria’s breasts bounced on her chest in time with his persistent pounding, and her breathing came in short sharp gasps.

Eventually he slowed his movements and raised himself. Kneeling between her legs, he gripped her ankles and fucked her slowly whilst watching in fascination as his engorged tool ploughed in and out of her clutching cunt. After a while he moved her leg across his body and wriggled around in order to lie on his side behind her. She arched her back and thrust her bottom out, and he began to steadily slip in and out of her while tickling her clitoris with his fingertips.

Sahria had never known such ecstasy. She peered over her shoulder at her lover. ‘Do you want to fuck my bottom, my lord?’ she whispered hoarsely.

The prince said nothing, but pulled from her and guided her onto all fours. Then he knelt behind her, and she felt the prodding of his stiff penis against her dark little sphincter.

It hurt slightly as he pushed into her, but the oil and Aisha’s expert preparation served her well. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he fed more and more of his length cautiously into her bottom, until his hairy groin pressed against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. He began by slowly moving his hips, and then gradually but steadily increased his pace until he was thrusting aggressively into her, her nipples rubbing in unison with his movements against the bed. The prince gripped her waist tightly, and then she suddenly experienced a sharp pain as he slapped her buttock hard.

‘Yes…’ she urged. ‘Beat me…’ and the prince happily obliged.

He slapped her buttocks over and over again, and then plunged his cock in to the hilt and roared through clenched teeth. Sahria came with him, the two of them lost in an oblivion of ecstatic release. She could feel the monster throbbing inside her bottom as his cream filled her, and the sensation caused her to climax yet again. She bit the pillow beneath her face and sobbed with the sheer joy of the moment.

At last he withdrew from her, and she gazed up at him through misty eyes. He was covered with sweat and breathing heavily. ‘Thank you, my lord,’ she said, lowering her eyes respectfully.

Sahria opened the door to the blue chamber carefully. It was late and she didn’t want to wake Calema. The room was dark and silent. She closed the door quietly and crept over to her friend’s bed, and it came as no surprise to find the young blonde curled up between the delightfully naked forms of two handsome youths, all three of them enjoying the slumber of sated exhaustion.

Calema looked so beautiful lying there, with her gentle curves and flawless white skin, and her long golden hair cascading over her slim shoulders. Sahria could imagine the apparently innocent girl sandwiched between the thrusting bodies of her two lovers, but knew that no matter how much pleasure her friend had enjoyed, it could not possibly compare with the joys she had just experienced with the prince.

The man had been insatiable, somehow managing to maintain an almost permanent erection. Eventually it had been too much for her, and she knew she had to rest.

Sahria crawled onto her bed and collapsed face down on the silken sheets. As she drifted into welcome sleep she swore she would repay the prince. Together with Calema and her eight pupils she would give him a time he would never forget.