Authors: Sean O'Kane
Immediately it became clear to Sophie that the whips used at the Pretty P
ony were lightweight. The strap
in her owner’s hands thudded and smacked like nothing she had felt before. It stung and bit and clubbed
like a punch
all at once. Every now and again he would lengthen his swing and let the pointed tip of the lash wrap her ribs and snap at the side of her breast, making the pain lance through her as a bright spear of scarlet pleasure. She knew it was pain but she couldn’t help the wonderful feelings it gave her. She tried to breathe through the blizzard of sensations assailing her but soon her belly was full of liquid fire and she knew she was humping herself at the bed, drumming her hips up and down as the lash inscribed lines of blinding sensations across her shoulders her back and her buttocks.
Sophie lost herself under the whip. She howled as orgasm after orgasm swept over her, humping her back and feeling tides of hot convulsions sweep through her cunt. Somewhere she heard Asil’s shrill squeals of excitement
under the repeated swishes and the heavy, meaty smacks of the strap.
Then at long last it stopped and Sophie could draw breath.
“Oh, your Highness!” she heard Asil
whisper
from above her. “She squirts nearly every time! Look!”
“The slut has certainly made a mess of the bed!”
she heard the
Prince
say. And then she felt his hands on her, his fingers jabbing and prodding at the
welts that were still burning
across her body. They awoke fading aftershocks of orgasm and she groaned in relaxed pleasure after the storm of the beating.
“I’ll give her fifty more,” he said at last. “Count them.”
Sophie barely had time to take a breath before the whipping started again. Falling on skin that had alread
y been worked on and nerves
which blood had
filled
, it sent her rocketing up to the stars and she hardly heard Asil count the lashes. All she could do was drown in the sounds of the whip falling
, the explosions of pleasure pain
and the
devastation it wrought
in her.
When it stopped for the second time, So
p
hie cried out as she felt a soft but heavy weight fall across her blazing back, and then she felt Asil’s soft hair fall over
the side of
her face, then there was more weight and Asil was groaning and moving on top of Sophie, pressed down onto her
. Slowly she realised that the
Prince
was fucking Asil on top of her. With the breath being squeezed from her and her skin feeding orgasmic signals to her exhausted body
, Sophie could
only groan until she felt the
Prince
begin to thrust down into Asil in earnest and eventually reach a climax before rolling off both girls.
Sophie felt Asil roll off as well and she was able to turn her head to one side and through bleary eyes she saw Asil kneel before the
Prince
and rake her thick hair to one side before beginning
to clean his cock with her mouth
. She watched the darkly glossed lips run gently along the slackening length of cock, cleaning the sticky remains of his come but leaving their own gleam of saliva behind them when she eventually withdrew and knelt back, gazing up adoringly at him.
“Take her into the playroom and prepare her for breastwork, then leave her and attend me,” he told her.
When he had gone, just dressed in trousers and loafers, Asil freed Sophie and kissed her passionately on the lips.
“
Oh you have such wonderful breasts! He’ll really go to town on them! Come with me quickly!”
She helped Sophie stand and then guided her to a small door beside the bed head. They ducked through and Sophie found herself in a brightly lit
dungeon. Everywhere the sunlight glinted off stainless steel. There were posts that ran from floor to ceiling with holes
and hooks
at intervals everywhere so that the chains which hung in shining cascades on the walls could be
affixed as desired
. The posts
were
also
intersected by numerous horizontal ones so that a girl could be mounted and restrained in virtually any position. In the centre of all these contrivances stood a simple leather bench, bolted firmly to the floor.
Sophie looked around in awe. Although her chip now allowed her to glory in pain, she knew that she had only just scratched the surface of what was possible.
Asil busied herself drawing lightweight curtains over the windows
shutting out the dazzling sunlight and casting
the room into a gentle twilight.
“Now over here and onto the bench,” she instructed Sophie. “Kneeling back on your heels.”
When she was ready, Asil lowered a bar with cuffs on it and raised Sophie’s wrists one by one and shackled them just above her head. When she was satisfied she went to a stack of shallow steel drawers that might have come from a well-kept mechanic’s workroom. From there she took several packages and returned to the bench to lay them out in front of Sophie’s curious gaze. There were a lot of small paper packages but she took little notice of them. Her attention was riveted by the four long, shiny, steel needles
laid neatly out on a clean towel by Asil. Each needle was about a foot long and their slender and smooth shafts glinted up at Sophie; wicked promises of pain, delight and submission which set Sophie’s heart hammering. She had never seen such things before
but
she instantly knew that the trembling globes of her breasts were to be the helpless targets for them.
Asil broke in on her
excited and apprehensive
thoughts.
“He’ll use the smaller ones too. They’re in the sterile packages. You’ll be amazed how little it hurts, but
when you look down and see the long ones
going right through your breasts…well, you might think you’ve come hard before but believe me…” She let the sentence hang and Sophie could see nothing but bright eyed excitement in the girl’s face.
“You’ve had them?” Sophie managed to ask.
“Oh yes. Lots of time
s,” Asil replied carelessly,
going back to the wall to stand in front of a rack of whips. “The needles aren’t nearly as terrible as some of the beatings you’ll get with a single tail,” she turned and gave Sophie a brilliant smile,
“
but they’re pretty good
all the same
!”
Sophie grinned back
and Asil returned with a small
whip equipped with six or seven short, stiff leather tails.
“Now sit up, please. His Highness will expect your tits to be well warmed up before he starts work on them,” she told Sophie
, who didn’t hesitate to sit up and thrust her chest forwards. The whip on her back had been blindingly erotic, she couldn’t wait to find out what it would do to her on her breasts.
Asil lifted it back and then stopped. “Just because I know how much this hurts won’t stop me thrashing you as hard as his Highness will require. And anyway if he thinks I’ve gone easy on you he’ll put me in solitary confinement for a month!” The terror that Sophie heard in the girl’s voice convinced her that solitary confinement was the worst thing that could befall a girl who belonged to the
Prince
.
The whip fell.
Sophie’s eyes opened wide and her breath hissed out between clenched teeth. It stung like nothing she had ever experienced. The wicked, stiff lashes felt like
red
hot wires as Asil smacked the whip down, moving from one breast to the other relentlessly. The pain mounted as lash piled on lash until finally the agony began to spread and deep inside her the warm tides of excitement began to flood at last. Sophie put her head back and let the pain subsume her and melt into exquisite pleasure. She felt Asil grasp her left nipple and lift the breast so that the lashes could bit
e at the underside
. Ten
,
twenty – she no idea how many lashes later, th
e right breast was treated
to
the same
.
Then Asil stepped back and began sweeping the terrible little whip from side to side. Now the tails bit at each nipple full on and it tipped Sophie over the edge once more and she groaned as a fresh tide of orgasm made her pull at her chains and thrust her hips forwards. From a long way away she heard Asil encourage her and as her cunt spasmed and convulsed again she heard her flagellator laugh as the juices spurted out shamelessly onto the leather bench.
Asil left her, panting and shaking in the aftermath. She had to go and service the flight crew and Selim, she said.
Sophie h
ad no idea
how long she waited but her arm
s were seriously aching by the time the door opened and Asil re-entered, followed by the
Prince
and Selim, both of whom were now naked to the waist. Asil’s hair was tousled and her breasts had scratch marks on them. She was smiling however and Sophie noticed that the insides of her glorious thighs were shiny and she guessed th
at the flight crew and
Selim had
indeed taken advantage of the
Prince
’s generosity
.
But she had scant time for thought
because
the
Prince
came straight over to her and grabbed both breasts. She groaned and looked down as he clawed his long fingers into them, squeezing out billows of soft flesh between them.
“Whip them again, Asil,” he said tersely.
Asil stepped forward with the wicked little flogger again and began before Sophie could ready herself. The bitter stinging caught her by surprise and she yelped and cried out as the leathers bit into her and awoke the pain of the previous beating, but once again she found the pain transmuted into wild pleasure and she managed to look down and admire the way the heavy mounds of her tits swung and trembled under the lash. She was even aware of her belly heating and melting as the red stripes began to blossom on the tanned skin and she loved the look of fierce concentration on Asil’s face as she worked. It assured her victim that she would be spared nothing in pursuit of their owner’s pleasure and Sophie gratefully drowned in another shattering orgasm.
Again she was given no time to prepare. The
Prince
stepped forwards, unwrapped a sterile package, took out a needle and grasped a pinch of her breast skin then thrust the needle through. Sophie’s head jerked forwards in shock and she saw the steel break through the skin
as it came out. After the preparation of the whipping, the sting was a bright spear that made her eyes water. But she found she couldn’t look away as the
Prince
began to work around her areolas
, making circles of piercings. Each bright, sharp lance of pain made her sigh as she began the long climb back towards orgasm, but she was afraid he would run out of needles before she made it. And so it proved. She was gasping and moaning when he stood back and he and Selim admired the rings of steel and coloured plastic around her lust-swollen areolae. Sophie glanced up in disappointment and saw Asil looking at her with naked lust and envy while her hands furtively worked between her legs as she stood behind the men. Sophie managed a fleeting smile and turned her attention back to the men, briefly she wondered what the punishment would be for illicit pleasure and the resultant jolt of excitement as she considered the possible cruelties prepared her for what came next.
With complete calm
ness
and confidence the
Prince
picked up a transpiercing needle and held Sophie’s right breast from underneath, then he pressed
the steel point down,
slowly
,
into the upper right
slope
. Sophie’s breath hissed from between clenched teeth as she watched her skin indent more and more and then finally break. There was a brief flower of pain and then the long sinister shaft was sinking into her. Sophie could only watch in amazement and s
lowly realise that there was hardly
any pain, just a weird, intrusive feeling of movement within her. But suddenly the pain was back and she watched as the skin peaked on the far side of her breast and then peaked further until, with
a fina
l push from the
Prince
, the bri
ght steel broke free once more and the needle stood proud on both sides. Asil groaned with desire as the men stood back and Selim handed the
Prince
another one.
“Even for a chipped slave, that was impressive,” the
Prince
said. “They usually scream and wriggle the first time they are fully pierced. I think this one must have had some natural ability before I had her chipped.”
“She came with a suitcase and some paperwork, your Highness. Would you like me to look through it and see if I can find out anything
about her
?”