Of Pain and Delight (19 page)

Sahria looked at the man they called the snake. His twin stalks still stood proudly erect, their ebony skin glistening with oil and sex juices. He moved back, clearly not done with her yet. She felt the bulbous heads of his cocks touching between her buttocks and braced herself for further delights, and felt him pressing once more against her sphincter. His thumbs dug painfully into her buttocks as he pulled them apart, and she felt her anus being stretched to an impossible degree, and realised that both stiff pricks were entering her, forcing their way through the tightness. The pain was intense at first and Sahria bit her lip. Tears of anguish began to flow. ‘No… no…’ she cried, ‘that is too much…’

But the man ignored her words and continued to force himself deep inside her bottom. She felt his belly pressing against her buttocks and knew that she had absorbed both thick stalks completely. He held still for some moments, and the pain within her bottom subsided. She felt him throb heavily inside her and wondered if, when the time came, he would shoot his cream from both angry heads.

He began to move again, cautiously at first, and Sahria was grateful for his apparent consideration. He circled his hips as if to open her more, and then started to fuck her with measured thrusts. Then she felt a stinging pain as he slapped one of her buttocks. He gripped the other buttock tightly with his free hand and slapped her again across the first. The combination of the discomfort due to the massive intrusion to her rear and the fierce blows to her bottom caused her to moan with pleasure. He began to thrust in and out of her rapidly and matched each hard jab with yet another slap on her aching buttock. The feelings of impending release built up once more inside her shuddering body. He hammered into her faster and faster. The frame to which she was shackled creaked, the wood threatening to splinter with the force of his assault. Sahria tossed her head back and screamed in joy as she came. Thoughts of Calema, the prince, Rapite, all were dismissed from her mind as she drowned in an oblivion of total bliss.

The man eased from her and she heard him pad over to where Calema was lying. Sahria was too sated and exhausted to watch the proceedings, rested her head against the gnarled wood of the frame, and closed her eyes.

The last sounds she heard as she drifted into a daze were the moans of her friend echoing around the dank cell.

Sahria lay on the softness of her large bed staring at the ornately carved ceiling. Candles burned brightly, sending flickering shadows that danced across the plasterwork. She wondered what time it was. Following their release from the black chamber they had been allowed to return to their own rooms. Calema had said nothing about their experiences with the man they called the snake. Sahria, too, had felt somewhat bemused.

She turned her head wearily. At her side lay the curled and naked form of Su-Lee, deep in slumber. Some hours before, the beautiful oriental had soothed her aching pussy and bottom with her delicate tongue, and it had been good.

Sahria raised her head and looked across the room. Calema was lying in the other bed with the twins, Shalma and Lisha. All three were asleep, a testament to their exertions over the previous couple of hours.

Su-Lee turned onto her stomach and buried her head in a pillow. Sahria looked with satisfaction at her bruised and striped bottom. The pleasure the girl took in being thrashed was astounding and yet, being mute, she barely uttered a sound no matter how fiercely she was whipped. Instead, all that could ever be heard from her was a gentle, satisfied whimper.

Sahria sat up and eased herself carefully from the bed, anxious not to disturb the sleeping girl. She slipped a robe over her nakedness and walked silently across the room, and out of the door. The passageway was deserted. Torches lit her way as she moved quickly along the corridor and out into the main hall of the palace. A group of guards, who should have been at their posts, were playing a drunken game of dice at the far end of the great room. They didn’t hear her as she slipped quietly out of the main door and into the marketplace.

Apart from a couple of dogs foraging for food amongst the litter of the previous day, there was no sign of movement within the shadows of the night. No lights burned in the windows of the buildings that surrounded her. The hour was obviously very late. The only illumination came from the moon, shining brightly in the cloudless sky.

She filled her lungs with the cool night air. It was good to be alone for once. Her loins still ached from the pummelling the tattooed man had given her, but it was a pleasant feeling. She sat on a bench and stared into the night.

‘Are you feeling unwell, my lady?’ The voice startled her. It came from behind and was distinctly male. She stood up swiftly and swung around, and a tall figure stood in the shadows behind her.

‘Come forward, stranger,’ she commanded. ‘Let me see your face.’

He moved into the moonlight immediately. He was young, probably no more than eighteen. Despite his youthful looks, however, he was extremely handsome to Sahria’s eyes, tall and slim but with the broad shoulders of someone well used to physical work. His complexion was heavily tanned, but his hair was as blonde as her friend Calema’s, and his eyes shone a piercing blue, reflecting the silvery light of the moon. Sahria swallowed hard, feeling an almost uncontrollable and animal-like attraction to him.

‘What are you doing here at this hour?’ she asked, attempting to maintain a tone of authority.

The boy looked uncomfortable. ‘I am merely travelling home,’ he protested, walking closer to stand facing her. Being so close, she could smell the scent of his labours. The manly odour made her skin turn to gooseflesh.

‘I am sorry,’ she said, as she resumed her seat on the bench. ‘I thought you may have been a brigand.’

He sat down next to her. ‘The market is a dangerous place for a lady of such beauty to be at this hour.’ He spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

Sahria turned to look at him, and their eyes met. His gaze was hypnotic, and seemed to be draining the will from her body.

‘I needed some air,’ she replied weakly. She shivered and pulled her robe tightly around herself, and the boy slipped an arm about her shoulders.

‘You are cold, my lady,’ he breathed. ‘You should go back indoors.’ Sahria leant her body against his. His own robe had parted slightly to reveal a muscular chest. His tanned skin was smooth and glistened in the moonlight, and there wasn’t a trace of hair on his toned torso.

‘I am all right,’ she said, feeling oddly weak in the youth’s presence, as though his sheer beauty had taken control of her senses. ‘How is it that you travel so late?’ she continued, anxious to conceal her feebleness.

The stranger looked oddly embarrassed, and looked down at the ground. ‘I – I have been working late,’ he answered lamely.

‘I think it more likely that you have been visiting a lady,’ she teased, and he grinned sheepishly. ‘That’s it, isn’t it?’ she pressed, and the boy nodded and then smiled as he looked into her eyes. Sahria felt a familiar sensation between her legs. The mere sight of a handsome male had instantly aroused her many times in the past, but this was somehow entirely different. She reached towards him and ran the tip of a finger down the middle of his bare chest. ‘She is a very lucky girl,’ she said huskily.

The stranger shrugged modestly. Sahria parted his robe still more and glanced down. A small strip of linen was all that covered his genitals, and she felt her own sex begin to weep with the juices of arousal. She looked into his eyes once more. Their faces moved together slowly until their lips touched, lightly at first, and then they pressed hard against each other, their tongues darting and probing. Sahria imagined him making love to his lady. She knew his body was no doubt still aching from a host of wonderful experiences with her and yet, here he was in the arms of a complete stranger just moments after taking his leave from her.

She pulled her face from his and looked down. His cock was jutting from the barely adequate linen strip, hard and erect. She smiled. Whatever he had been doing during his clandestine meeting hadn’t completely satisfied his desires. He was clearly ready for more.

The stranger suddenly saw what she was looking at and drew his cloak quickly about his body. Sahria laughed and kissed his flushed face. ‘Don’t be shy,’ she teased. ‘You have nothing to be ashamed of.’ She drew back his cloak again, this time pushing it from his shoulders. She unknotted the linen pouch and gazed at his manly nakedness. His erection thrust firmly upward, almost pressing against his stomach. It was not large, but to Sahria’s eyes at that moment it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

She reached out and circled the rigid stalk with her fingers. He breathed in deeply as she moved her hand gently up and down. She felt his cock throb and a small drop of pre-come appeared from the slit. Bending forward, she licked the juice from him and then sat up again and gazed into his bulging eyes. There was nothing more to be said. She released her grip and drew back her cloak, allowing it to slip from her shoulders. Now they were both naked, sitting on the cool bench with the flesh of their sculptured bodies shimmering in the moonlight.

The stranger looked down at her heaving breasts, and licked his lips hungrily. Sahria felt proud; she knew that one glance at her firm globes would be enough to enslave any man. He reached out nervously and stroked one of her breasts lightly, and then caught hold of the ring piercing her erect nipple. She sighed with pleasure as he tugged it slightly, bent his head forward and kissed the nipple, then drew it between his lips and suckled her like an infant. She could feel him circling the ring with the tip of his tongue. He moved to the other breast and she reached out and grasped his stiff cock again. He put his hand on her knee and then slid it with agonising slowness up her inner thigh, and Sahria parted her legs in happy anticipation.

She felt him touch her pussy lightly, and then he pulled back suddenly and looked down. Her sex lips were engorged and the rings glinted in the moonlight. The youth reached out and touched one of the rings with the tip of his finger. It was obvious that he had never seen such a thing before. ‘Beautiful,’ he breathed.

‘Do you like the rings?’ she asked in a hushed voice.

‘Beautiful,’ he repeated simply. He caressed her soft flesh gently, occasionally nipping the rings between his forefinger and thumb whilst moving his mouth back to suckle one of her nipples. Sahria moaned softly and prayed that no one would interrupt their liaison. She gripped his erection tightly as though she was afraid he would escape from her.

The stranger moved and knelt on the ground. Sahria spread her legs, offering him the most delightful view of her lush treasure. He bent forward and kissed her sex lightly, and she felt she would come immediately. Her entire body trembled as he began to run his tongue around her aching sex flesh, but his inexperience showed in the way he barely made contact with her throbbing little bud. She reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, guiding him, and he dipped his tongue into the juicy entrance.

Sahria stiffened, but for some unaccountable reason she couldn’t push herself into blissful release. Undaunted, she pushed the stranger’s head away and motioned for him to stand, and then stroked his chest and stomach with both hands.

She eyed the perfection of his lithe body with more than a little satisfaction. His turgid cock stood fiercely erect, spearing proudly from his groin.

Sahria reached out and took hold of his stiff rod, and took it immediately into the wet warmth of her mouth. She enveloped the column of flesh quickly, taking it to the back of her throat, then moved her head back slowly until just the head was held within the luscious cushion of her lips. She ran her tongue around it and traced the shape of the deep ridge. The young man groaned and she moved her head back quickly in order to let him slip from her.

‘Don’t come yet,’ she warned. ‘Not until you’ve fucked me.’

The stranger shook his head. ‘No, no, I’m all right,’ he panted, although it was apparent that he was anything but all right. Sahria knew she would have to be careful. She was fully aware of the effect her oral ministrations could have on a rampant erection, but she also loved the feel and taste of it in her mouth.

She leaned forward while gripping his cock tightly at the root. Opening her mouth she took him between her lips once more and lapped hungrily at his stiffness with her tongue. She could taste the sweet flavour of pussy on his hard flesh. It hadn’t been long since he had impaled his lover, and doubtless come inside her. Perhaps, in view of that, he would be able to control himself.

She let go of his cock and gripped his buttocks, forcing him to push his erection fully inside her mouth while she arched her neck and took him down her throat until his pubic bone pressed against her lips. He groaned again and she eased back until he slipped from her. Perhaps not, she thought. She glanced up at his face, and it was clear from his pained expression that he was endeavouring to hold back an impending orgasm.

Sahria squeezed the glans tightly between her thumb and forefinger. She wasn’t going to be denied. She felt him throb against the tip of her thumb, a threatening pulse, but then he relaxed. The urgency had passed.

She let go of him and stood, curled her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed, and then she turned her back to him and bent over. Resting her arms on the bench, she arched her back and presented her bottom with her legs slightly bent and spread apart. The young man wasted no time. Within seconds she felt him pressing the head of his cock against her sex, and then he slid effortlessly inside her until his groin pressed against her buttocks. His size was nothing compared to what she had endured during the past few days, but it was most pleasurable.