Of Pain and Delight (23 page)

It was noon when she finally awoke. Calema and her two lovers had gone, probably to join the other girls in the pink chambers. Sahria sat up and stretched, slipped from the bed and headed into an adjoining room to wash, and then returned to the bedroom.

Her thoughts turned to the prince. She had been planning something special for some time by way of proving to him that she was worthy of his trust. The girls had all been instructed well, and Sahria was confident they would not let her down.

Sahria dressed in a simple flowing robe and headed quickly for the pink chambers, where she found the girls and gathered them around.

‘You have learnt much over these long and arduous days,’ she said. ‘There is no sexual delight or deviation that you have not enjoyed and would not willingly submit to again. Tonight I will present you all to the prince and the full court, and there you must prove your worth. You will all accede to whatever is demanded.’ She regarded the lovely faces carefully. ‘Do you understand?’ she asked. The girls nodded, their eyes sparkling, and Sahria smiled proudly.

‘First, there will be a race,’ she went on.

‘A race?’ queried Su-Lee.

‘You will see,’ Sahria teased. ‘Now you must all go and prepare yourselves. You will bathe and dowse your bodies with scented oils. You will be naked when you finally present yourselves to me for inspection, save for a thick chain that will be drawn tightly about your waists to signify your total subservience. Now go.’

The girls scurried quickly to their dormitory, closing the door behind them.

‘A race?’ Calema asked.

Sahria merely smiled. ‘As I said to the girls, you will see.’

Sahria stood facing the crowded court feeling excitedly nervous. The prince was sitting in his normal position on the high throne. For once his groin was covered, but Sahria remembered his superb nakedness and felt her arousal growing already. His power over her was complete, but she was unsure whether it was his amazing sexual prowess that had captured her heart, or if there was something more.

She had dressed in the severest of outfits; a restrictive leather basque, festooned with bronze studs and decorated with silver chains. Her breasts were bare and her nipples were linked by another chain. Her pants were made of soft but extremely tight-fitting rubber, with a hole neatly cut at the front to reveal her sex lips, the tiny rings that pierced them glinting in the bright sunlight streaming through the many tall archways bordering the great hall. What couldn’t be seen was the stubby phallus attached to the pants, which was snugly in her bottom and moved sensuously inside her whenever she moved.

Her boots were also of leather and stretched to the tops of her thighs, and she carried a heavy whip with at least a dozen long lashes.

Calema stood at her side. Her friend had again chosen to cover her entire body in figure-hugging black rubber although, this time she had declined to wear the hood, preferring instead to allow her long blonde tresses to cascade over her shoulders. She too held a whip, and was playing the strands of leather across the palm of her hand.

The prince regarded Sahria, and she noticed him stroke the bulge between his legs and felt justifiably proud of her appearance.

‘My lord Sarne,’ she began, ‘and people of the court of the prince. I have been charged with the training and instruction of a group of unworldly young ladies, to teach them the pleasures of total subservience and to instruct them in the arts of sexual gratification. My task is complete. My lord, I present my angels of delight.’

She stepped to one side and clapped her hands. The heavy doors at the far end of the room swung open and the eight nervous girls entered, followed by eight handsome and naked young men. Each of the girls had a heavy chain drawn tightly about her waist, but was otherwise equally naked. They faced off in a line across the room and the males followed suit to stand one behind each of them. Sahria noticed with satisfaction that all the males sported an erection. They would need to, if the race were to be a success.

She turned to face the prince once more. ‘My lord, I wish to present an event of my own design. I have promised the girls that, with your permission, whoever wins the race will be the first to enjoy your pleasure.’

The prince nodded and sat back in his throne to enjoy the spectacle.

Sahria clapped her hands again and the girls immediately dropped to a kneeling position on the marble floor. They moved forward and rested their hands in front of them so that their bottoms were presented to the eager gaze of the young men behind them. Then they too knelt and waited for Sahria’s signal.

She clapped again and each of the young men eased his erection inside the girl before him. They then grasped the girls’ thighs and struggled to their feet, holding the legs of their steeds around their hips. Some of them had a little difficulty with this manoeuvre, but eventually they all stood in a line with their cocks firmly embedded in the girls’ juicy pussies.

Sahria turned to face the court. ‘Should any of the young men slip from inside his steed,’ she announced, ‘they must both start the race again. Should any of the young men come before the race is won, they have lost and must leave the competition.’ A number of people in the crowd laughed, and she saw that even the prince smiled.

She turned to face the line and paused for a moment. Then she clapped her hands and the race began. Jo-Jo and Su-Lee immediately fell forwards, having been pushed too hard by their riders. The four of them fell into a heap of tangled limbs and quickly struggled to regain their positions. Meanwhile, Agita’s rider was clearly having difficulty with the voluptuous girl. He was a sturdy youth, but was weakening visibly. He staggered on nevertheless.

Mena and Aisha were leading the fray, no doubt due to their slightness of build. The twins, Shalma and Lisha, were close behind them, and they too were making good progress. Zia was last and, from the look on her rider’s face, it seemed unlikely that he would finish the race.

Su-Lee and her rider were almost there, and Sarne was already clutching his erection in anticipation of impending delights. Su-Lee was staring at the monster with lust in her eyes. She was pulling herself furiously along the marble floor with her hands, and her rider was clearly having difficulty in remaining mounted. She reached out to grasp the prince’s erection, and suddenly the young man’s cock sprang from within her.

‘Back to the start!’ ordered Sahria.

Su-Lee looked desperately at her through tearful eyes, but the dejected pair disentangled themselves and scurried back to the start.

It was Aisha who was nearing the throne now. Having seen what had happened to Su-Lee she moved her hands carefully along the floor with measured paces. As she moved her bottom swayed from side to side and her rider was staring at the pert globes through lustful eyes. Sahria wondered if he would be able to hold back for just a few more seconds. She saw him look away from Aisha’s delightful buttocks and his jaw tightened. He grasped her thighs tightly and forced her to stop, the expression on his face one of anguish. Mena and her rider were almost upon them. Aisha looked back and saw them, and begged her partner to move on.

The young man gritted his teeth and forced her to move quickly forward. Aisha reached out and grasped the prince’s erection, and then fell to her knees triumphantly. Her rider sprang from her as she fell and he ejaculated immediately, sending a stream of sperm over her back. The onlookers cheered uproariously, but the race had been won.

Aisha rose to her feet and stood before the prince with her head bowed.

‘Take your prize, young lady,’ he encouraged.

She smiled, turned her back to him, and then sat on his lap. He slipped inside her with little difficulty, until Aisha had absorbed the full length, and the onlookers murmured their approval.

The other girls had dislodged themselves from their riders and watched enviously as Aisha ground up and down on her prize, her expression a picture of sheer bliss. Such was the intensity of her pleasure that she didn’t last long, and with her eyes clamped tightly shut, her cheeks flushed, and a husky sigh, she shuddered to a long and exhausting orgasm.

Prince Sarne smiled as Aisha flopped like rag-doll back against his broad chest. He looked up at Sahria. ‘You have done well, princess of pleasure,’ he said warmly. ‘You have amused me. That was quite the best entertainment that I have seen in many a year. Come to my rooms later, and we will talk.’

Princess Sahria stood at the arched window of the bedroom. She gazed at the lush fields and the distant mountains and felt very proud. She turned to face the room. Prince Sarne, her husband, lay asleep on the large bed. His cock lay limply across his muscular stomach, and her sex pulsed as she remembered the delights of the previous night – their wedding night.

She turned and looked out into the distance again. The kingdom was beautiful and, above all, it was her kingdom.