Captive (9 page)

Sulitea’s stream dried to a trickle, at which she gave a disappointed sigh, then wriggled her hips to shake the last few drops from her pee-hole. Aisla was left in a puddle of urine, her face and chest soaked, her hair a sodden mess, her eyes tight shut with little pools on each lid. Her mouth was full of the taste as well and a fair bit had gone up her nose. Above her Sulitea was laughing again, delighted by what she had done.

‘Now lick up what you spilt!’ Sulitea ordered. ‘You are a hopeless chamber pot. Why, I used to do better than that, even though fat Polia must have a bladder twice the size of mine.’

Aisla crawled to her knees as Sulitea climbed off her. The little puddle of warm water she had originally put her bottom in was now a broad pool, and more pee than water. Putting her face down, she began to drink, sucking up the hot piddle and gulping it down as quickly as she could. Sulitea had jumped to another rock, and continued laughing as Aisla drank up her urine and occasionally remarking on the passage of an entirely conjectural minute.

‘What a good little girl!’ Sulitea crowed when Aisla had licked up the last of the pee puddle to leave no more than a wet stain on the rock. ‘Now get in the stream and clean yourself up, you filthy little slut. Then you are to lick my tuppenny, and as you’ve been a good, obedient girl you can touch yourself while you do it.’

Aisla crawled thankfully into the stream, submerging herself in the cool water several times before standing and wringing out her hair. When she finally dared to open her eyes it was to find Sulitea waiting patiently at the top of the bank.

‘In the tent,’ Sulitea instructed. ‘It wouldn’t do for me to be caught having my tuppenny licked by my maid, even if I’m sure all the women do it. Come on, and leave your clothes, it doesn’t matter if you’re seen in the nude. You’re just my maid and a slut as well.’

Aisla scrambled up the bank after Sulitea, now thoroughly aroused by the way she had been treated and by Sulitea’s casual assumption of sexual command. They reached the tent without being seen and she knelt, ready to put her face to Sulitea’s sex and bring her off.

‘I like it kneeling,’ Sulitea declared as she began to pull up her skirts and petticoats, ‘and you are to kiss my bottom ring first, just to show how low you are, and wriggle your nose about in the hole while you lick, I adore that.’

‘Who’s done it to you?’ Aisla asked, astonished by Sulitea’s knowledge of rude behaviour.

‘Girls in the celibentuary,’ Sulitea answered. ‘The matrons used to love to make us do it to each other. If you think kissing a bottom ring is dirty then just you wait. Now come on, I need it now.’

Sulitea sank down, bottom towards Aisla, with the tight Hai drawers stretched over her cheeks. With her fingers trembling, Aisla took hold of the split and pulled the drawers open, revealing the full glory of Sulitea’s bottom. The crease was deep, with a tuft of dark gold hair showing and Sulitea’s sex lips peeping out below. Aisla swallowed, bracing herself to kiss Sulitea’s anus, then put her hands to the meaty bottom cheeks and pulled them open.

Obliging, Sulitea pulled in her back, letting her cheeks spread wide. Her anus was a tight, puckered dimple between, pink in a corona of darker flesh. Aisla pursed her lips, savoured the awful moment of knowing that she was really going to do it and leant forward, planting a demure peck on Sulitea’s ring.

‘Again, properly,’ Sulitea demanded.

Aisla obeyed, pressing her lips firmly to Sulitea’s bottom hole in a long, lingering kiss as her pleasure got the better of her. An instant later she was licking the tight hole, pressing her lips to it and forcing it open with her tongue, lapping and slurping, revelling in the taste and feel of it. Sulitea groaned and pushed her bottom back, firmly into Aisla’s face.

Still licking, Aisla put one hand to her own sex and the other to Sulitea’s. She found her own clitoris as she began to masturbate Sulitea, all the while licking the tight bottom ring which had begun to soften and pout under her tongue. Sulitea was groaning deeply and squeezing her breasts through her bodice, then wrenching at it to let them spill into her hands. Aisla kept licking, thinking of how it had felt to have her mouth peed in as her tongue delved deeper up Sulitea’s bottom.

She started to come, luxuriating in the taste and feel of Sulitea’s bottom while her head spun with images of her own shame and abasement. As the orgasm went through her a sudden, clear thought crept in, an understanding of at least a part of what it would mean to be in a celibentuary.

Her concentration had gone as she came, her fingers slipping clumsily in the wet flesh of Sulitea’s sex. Only with the slow ebb of her own orgasm did she return properly to what she had been ordered to do, licking at Sulitea’s gaping anus as she flicked and stroked the hard clitoris. Sulitea’s moans became deeper, she started to grunt, then to scream, calling out Aisla’s name and then collapsing face down on the rug, her bottom still lifted. Aisla sat slowly back, her head spinning, her mouth full of the taste of girl. Sulitea stayed down for a long moment, taking deep breaths, then rolled to her side. Aisla smiled, remembering how Sulitea had called her name at the very top of her climax. Sulitea blushed faintly, smiled then abruptly sat up, once more in control.

‘You are a good slut, we must do that more often,’ she announced coolly. ‘Now, what did we say, twelve minutes to lick up my pee?’

‘Twelve, yes, but…’ Aisla began.

‘You didn’t think I’d let you off did you?’ Sulitea interrupted. ‘Just because you lick well?’

‘No… I mean, yes,’ Aisla stammered.

‘Well I won’t,’ Sulitea went on. ‘To do so would erode my position as your mistress. Twelve minutes? Hmm, well, as there aren’t twelve girls to lick you had better do some cock sucking. Go out into the camp and chose twelve men…’

‘Sulitea!’ Aisla protested.

‘Do as you’re told,’ Sulitea answered, ‘and you need not pretend you won’t enjoy it. You can take them into the thicket by the stream so I can see, and don’t think I won’t be counting.’

‘Sulitea, please,’ Aisla begged, ‘if I do this every man in the army will think they can have me!’

‘Exactly,’ Sulitea answered, ‘now run along. No, you had better dress, we can’t have naked brats running around the camp, it might get back to someone who matters.’

Aisla dressed with a feeling of deep chagrin and a trembling jaw. Sulitea watched, clearly enjoying Aisla’s discomfort. Outside, evening was falling quickly, with the campfires of the army showing on every side through the foliage. Aisla set out, wondering how to obey Sulitea without leaving herself the butt of every single common soldier’s lust for the remainder of the campaign. The idea clearly amused Sulitea, who seemed to want to revenge herself on Aisla for no very obvious reason. Possibly it was simply that she was the most convenient target for Sulitea’s resentment, or perhaps the celibentuary had given her a taste for tormenting those in her power. For a moment, as she hesitated in the screen of bushes, Aisla considered simply defying her mistress. Unfortunately such a choice was bound to end in a worse punishment. With a sigh she resigned herself to sucking off twelve soldiers, although it was the consequences and not the act she feared.

The first was easy, a lone steward carrying a cauldron of foraged edibles. He smiled as Aisla greeted him and accepted her flirtatious advances without surprise, despite being middle-aged, corpulent and lacking the majority of his teeth. He made no complaint at being led into the tangled copse as Sulitea had demanded, and Aisla soon had his erect penis in her mouth. After barely more than a minute he came, filling her mouth with thick, salty sperm. He pulled out and thanked her, then went his way, after asking her if he might visit her again. She agreed on the condition that he keep what they had done to himself, which he promised.

Aisla wiped the sperm from her lips, now pleased with herself for outwitting Sulitea. The answer was simple, she would chose those who were alone and promise future sexual favours in return for their silence, thus completing her twelve men without seeming a blatant slut.

The next few men were easy. Stewards were moving around the camp dispensing the evening meal to the individual squadrons. Five times Aisla managed to divert one from his labour, even managing to chose the more attractive individuals from among them. With six men’s sperm in her belly she was beginning to feel a little sick, but her lust was rising again as well and she had began to wonder if she should not allow some of the later ones more intimate pleasures.

Her seventh and eighth were swineherds collecting leftovers for the pigs, who she propositioned together as her resolve to take one at a time had begun to slip. They had her in turns, one feeling her breasts while she sucked the other. The first came in her mouth, but the second was young and had become overexcited, coming in her face at the instant she kissed his cock. Afterwards, with her excitement getting the better of her, she left her breasts out when they had gone and toyed with the nipples for a while before going to search for her next man.

It was getting harder, with most of the men gathered in groups around the fires and the meal cleared away. Guards were also coming on duty, lone men with dogs. Reasoning that these were probably as much in need of sexual attention as any others, Aisla propositioned one. He accepted and she sucked him off in the thicket, all the while with the dog watching, an experience that gave Aisla an uneasy and shameful but not altogether unpleasant sensation.

Her tenth was a man visiting the latrine, who wanted to do it between her breasts. She let him, only taking his cock in her mouth at the last moment to prevent Sulitea claiming she had not done her job properly. The eleventh she found the same way, a big man who was a member of the Prince’s own guard. For some reason his cock proved reluctant to stiffen, but after a long session of teasing with her tongue he became erect, only to pull back abruptly as a light appeared.

Aisla ducked down but it was too late. A guard had come up and was looking at her and her man, a cresset held in his hand to illuminate the area, while a large black dog sat by his legs, its beady black eyes fixed to her body. She looked round, finding every one of the men around the three nearest tents staring at her open mouthed. Yet it was too late, she was in plain view and her lust was too strong to be denied in any case. With a despairing sigh she returned to her task.

The guard merely laughed and stopped to watch, with others also crowding closer and Aisla realised that she was going to be thoroughly used. Sure enough, as she sucked a hand found her bottom, rucking up her skirts to get at the bare flesh beneath. Aisla let him, eager for a cock in her sex after so many in her mouth. Other hands found her breasts and one man began to rub his cock in her hair, readying it for later. Her drawers were pulled open and she was held tight, ready to be mounted when one of them made a suggestion she didn’t hear properly. It was greeted with laughter and the next moment she felt something furry press against her bare bottom. Too late she realised what they had done. The dog was on her, his cock nestled between her bottom cheeks. Before she could protest it had begun to rut, its cocking rubbing in her crease, once, twice and then popping inside, only to fall out, rub once more and come between her buttocks.

Burning shame filled her as the dog finished off in her bottom crease. The men roared with laughter and at the next instant the man in her mouth came. Aisla swallowed, her head spinning in ecstasy and shame, as another cock was offered to her. She took it and the men cheered as she began to suck, then another cock nudged her sex, a man’s, slidding up her to fill her vagina and sweep away her last thoughts of resistance.

For the next two hours she stayed in the thicket, until every single man of the squadron had come in her or on her. At last it was done, and she sank down in exhaustion, the sperm dribbling from her lips as her mouth curved up in a satisfied smile.

For three more days the army pushed east, with the tension climbing as the conflict loomed closer. Aisla’s behaviour on the first evening had given her a reputation that spread rapidly and lost nothing in the telling. Sulitea found this highly amusing and insisted that Aisla suck the cocks of at least a dozen men each evening, although she was careful to keep this from the Count. When the sucking was over, Aisla would return to the tent and wait until Sulitea came back from visiting the Count. Invariably Sulitea would be aroused, always having been spanked or whipped and fucked. Aisla would then describe how many men she had taken and how each had treated her before going down behind Sulitea to lick her bottom and tuppenny to ecstasy.

On the morning of the fifth day they came out onto a ridge, with a long, grassy meadow sloping down beneath them to the distant silver glimmer of an estuary. Aisla and Laia stood in their cart, scanning the horizon, to make out first the distant yellow-grey walls of a city and then a field of tents beyond the estuary. Beyond that flat lowland plain extended into the haze of distant.

‘Rai-Uhruhai,’ Laia remarked, pointing at the city, ‘beside the Rai estuary, and beside, to the south, the King’s encampment.’

‘I see,’ Aisla answered, ‘but why aren’t we stopping?’

‘The armies must meet,’ Laia explained. ‘The heralds must come out, challenges must be exchanged, a balance of honour duels decided upon. It will be a splendid spectacle, with the field gay with banners, the nobles magnificent in theior armour and ladies giving their favours to their champions!’

‘On the plain?’ Aisla demanded.

‘Certainly, where else?’

‘Here, on the ridge! We can establish earthworks, here, and on that promontory to the north, with a line between. Thus we can see every movement they make and react accordingly, while our own movements are covered by the ridge. Our mounted knights can intercept any attempt to outflank us, while we might hope to draw them into an uphill charge…’

Aisla trailed off. Laia was looking at her with an uncomprehending stare, as was the cart driver. With a shrug and a prayer to her father she sat back down.