Of Pain and Delight (14 page)

Princess of Pleasure
, Sarne had dubbed her, and she liked the sound of it. She would find many young girls and teach them the joys of pain and subjugation. She would serve the prince and, in return he would serve her with his wondrous cock.

She heard a noise and looked up. Calema had entered the room and was looking at her with a concerned expression on her face. ‘Are you all right?’ her friend asked.

‘Yes, why?’

‘I watched what happened to you; I watched from the window.’ Calema moved over to her and sat on the edge of the bath. She was wearing a short diaphanous robe that did little to conceal the curves of her slender body. Sahria thought how attractively vulnerable she appeared.

‘Do you ache, you know, down there?’ continued Calema.

‘My bottom’s a little sore, but it is worth it,’ Sahria admitted. ‘It was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever enjoyed.’

Calema wet her hands and began to soap Sahria’s shoulders and neck, and Sahria lay back and closed her eyes. ‘I told you it would be good,’ her friend said. ‘The first time I took a man in that way I had the most powerful orgasm ever. The head of his cock seemed to touch something deep inside my bottom that caused the tremors of pleasure to surge through me in an instant.’

‘It wasn’t like that for me,’ said Sahria. She sat up to allow Calema to gently wash her breasts. ‘It was the stretching and the feeling of fullness that was wonderful, coupled with the fact that I could do nothing to resist. I found my helplessness to be intoxicating.’

‘The prince is a very good lover,’ continued her friend. She soaped both of Sahria’s nipples simultaneously, causing them to stand firmly erect. Sahria closed her eyes again. It was the first time ever that Calema had touched her so intimately, and she liked it – she liked it a lot.

‘Would you like me to get in the bath with you?’ her friend asked.

Sahria opened her eyes and regarded the girl carefully. Calema smiled and, without waiting for an answer, stood up and removed her robe. She was naked, her small breasts moving gently in time with the pace of her shallow breathing. She held Sahria’s gaze as she stepped into the bath, and then she slipped slowly into the creamy water next to her.

Their bodies touched lightly together, Sahria feeling the silky smoothness of Calema’s thigh pressing against her own. Calema began to wash her breasts again, but this time she squeezed them while rubbing the palms of her hands against Sahria’s erect nipples. ‘Sometimes a woman needs gentle lovemaking,’ breathed the younger girl.

Sahria looked at her, a half smile playing across her lips. Calema’s words and the look of total desire on her face made her intentions quite plain. For a brief moment Sahria felt unsure; they had been naked together many times in the past, they had even shared lovers on numerous occasions, but they had never enjoyed each other’s bodies before.

Any doubts that she might have harboured were dismissed forever when Calema moved a hand from her breast, slid it down under the water and cupped her already aroused sex. ‘Oh, Calema,’ she gasped. She gripped her friend’s wrist in a half-hearted attempt to stop her, and then caught her breath as Calema’s fingers slipped inside her.

‘Shh,’ whispered the girl, ‘relax and think only of your own pleasure.’

Sahria did as instructed, laying back once more, with her head resting against the rim of the bath and her eyes closed. Calema began to move her fingers gently in and out, worming them against the tender outer lips of her sex. The knuckles rubbed over the erect bud as her fingers danced within her, teasing and opening to allow the warmth of the water to wash against her innermost recesses.

‘Oh, Calema, my sweet treasure,’ mouthed Sahria, her words husky and barely audible. ‘You can have no idea how long it is that I have dreamed of you doing this.’

‘I, too,’ replied her friend, as she increased the rhythm of her intimate caress.

‘Then why have you never approached me in such a way before?’

‘It never seemed right, until now.’ Calema moved her hand forward and slipped all four fingers deep into Sahria’s sex. Sahria gasped loudly as Calema’s thumb tickled her button while her fingers wriggled inside her honeypot.

‘Do you mean, because I am no longer a princess?’ she managed to say.

‘You’ll always be a princess to me,’ breathed her friend.

Sahria turned her face and their mouths met. They pressed their lips together urgently and their tongues darted, searching and probing against each other. Sahria moved her hand between Calema’s legs and quickly found her soft pussy, the lips already open and fleshy to the touch. She slipped her other arm around Calema’s waist and then managed to cup her pert bottom with her hand. She clutched the girl’s nether regions with both hands and tugged her body against her own, their mouths still crushed together in the most passionate kiss that either of them had ever experienced. She could feel Calema’s firm breasts rubbing against her own, the nipples as hard as jewels. She rubbed her friend’s pussy rapidly, at the same time easing two fingers of her other hand into the tightness of Calema’s anus.

Calema pulled her face away sharply. ‘I want to lick you,’ she gasped.

‘And I you,’ replied Sahria. With this simple exchange the two girl’s clambered out of the scented waters. Sahria lay a thick woollen towel on the floor and lay on it expectantly. Calema stepped over her, the water slipping down her body and dripping onto Sahria’s face.

‘Sit on me,’ Sahria begged. ‘Sit on my mouth.’

Calema obeyed immediately. She squatted down quickly and offered her sweet sensuality to Sahria’s waiting tongue. Sahria licked the cleft between her friend’s buttocks, and then gazed for a few moments at the beauty of the sight before her hungry eyes. She examined the delicate wet folds of Calema’s pussy, framed by a thin fuzz of blonde curls. She had seen it before, of course, but never so close. The flesh was glistening, not with water but with the juices of arousal. It was quite the prettiest vision she had ever seen.

She licked the cleft again and felt Calema lean forward. Sahria raised her parted legs and Calema began to suckle her sex flesh greedily. Sahria gazed at the puckered sphincter of her friend’s anus. It was hard to imagine something the size of Prince Sarne’s mighty rod slipping comfortably into such a tiny entrance.

It looked too delicious to ignore. She pushed out her tongue and playfully prodded the tip into Calema’s bottom. The little entrance relaxed immediately, and Sahria was able to slip the full length of her tongue deep inside the welcoming orifice. She moved her tongue slowly in and out, orally fucking Calema’s bottom while her friend happily guzzled her hot pussy.

Sahria allowed her tongue to slip from within Calema’s anus and began to concentrate her attention on the girl’s juicy cunt. She found the taste to be exquisite, a heady mixture of the scent of the bath and the strong aroma of feminine arousal. She lapped around the outer lips, then drew them into her mouth. She licked between the lips rapidly, ensuring that the tip of her tongue flicked rhythmically against her clitoris at the same time.

Calema’s hips began to buck in response. Sahria knew from her movements that she wouldn’t last much longer. She licked faster, pressing her mouth hard against the fleshy cushion of Calema’s pussy. The sweet taste of her juice changed suddenly, becoming sharper and even more sensuous. Her friend was coming, and Sahria desperately wanted to share her joy. She felt Calema nip her sensitised bud between her teeth, and that was all she needed. She came suddenly, sensing her fluids of love flowing copiously onto her friend’s face at the same time as she drank from Calema’s delicious flesh. The two girls groaned and gasped, the sounds muffled as they devoured each other. They rolled over and over, wave after wave of orgasm ripping through their writhing bodies until, at last there was no more.

Sahria and Calema lay in each other’s arms for what seemed like an age. To Sahria the marketplace seemed a dim and distant memory, for now there was just one person in her life; just one human being who mattered, and that person was lying next to her, sleeping peacefully.

It had been ten days since Prince Sarne conquered the kingdom – ten days of pleasurable instruction. Sahria had used the time well. She had willingly accepted punishments for any minor misdemeanours, and considered that she had charmed the prince with her beauty and grace.

He had listened intently as she related tales of her numerous sexual conquests. Sahria told him every little detail, sparing nothing until she considered that he had learned much of the intricacies of a woman’s physical needs. For her part, she discovered that the pleasure she took in the domination of the male was remarkably similar to that enjoyed by the prince himself whenever he indulged his carnal cravings with the girls of the court.

It became abundantly clear, however, that the girls sorely needed to be instructed. They needed to learn the true pleasures of abject subservience if they were to ever satisfy the needs of the prince and his cohorts. This was to be Sahria’s task, ably assisted by her young friend and lover, Calema.

There was only one matter that disappointed Sahria. Despite the fact that she invariably wore the most revealing and provocative garments, and notwithstanding her seductive manner whenever she was in the prince’s presence, he had not attempted to touch her intimately, let alone carry her to his bedchamber. It was as though the incident in the marketplace had never occurred. She thought about tackling him about it and asking directly if she had displeased him in any way, but decided that silence, at least for the time being, was the wisest course to take.

Today was to be a very special day. Sahria chose her clothing carefully from the array of exotic garments left by the royal courtesans in the blue chamber. She stood in front of the polished mirror and examined her pose critically. She knew that her presentation and demeanour on this day was of the utmost importance. A group of girls had been gathered from the furthest regions and brought to the court by a band of merchants who had heard stories of the prince’s requirements. They had expected to sell the girls as slaves, but were quickly disabused of this and sent packing by the royal guard. Now Sahria was to be introduced to the girls as their mistress. The instruction was about to begin.

Sahria chose a long pair of black boots made of soft and shining leather. They had extremely high heels and stretched to about halfway up her smooth thighs. Her sex was completely exposed and was now pierced by six small jewelled studs, which glinted within the folds of her outer lips. Her upper body was tightly encased in a basque made of similar black material, which was drawn in at the waist. Her full breasts were supported by a shelf of stiff leather, expertly woven into the fabric of the garment, the effect being to make them thrust proudly. Between the rings that pierced her nipples she had fixed a thin chain of solid gold.

She wore black leather gloves that reached up her arms, and completed the outfit by donning a brief black mask that just covered her eyes. Her long black hair flowed freely and brushed sensuously against her bottom as she moved.

She picked up a small but vicious whip in a gloved hand and smiled as she took in her reflection. It would be clear to the newly arrived girls that she was someone to be obeyed.

The door to the other bedchamber opened and Calema entered. At least, Sahria assumed it was Calema; at first it was difficult to tell. She was dressed from head to foot in black rubber, the garment forming a second skin which seemed to shine with a luminescence of its own. Holes had been cut for the eyes, nose and mouth, and her pert breasts jutted through the clinging outfit through two more openings, and between her legs, Sahria could see her freshly shaven pussy through another small aperture.

‘You look beautiful!’ exclaimed Calema, as she walked fully into the room.

‘So do you,’ Sahria sighed. ‘Absolutely beautiful.’

Calema giggled coquettishly at her words. ‘I found this outfit in my room,’ she said. ‘It is made of the same strange material that formed those pants we found – you remember, the ones with the little cocks inside.’

‘I remember,’ said Sahria. She walked slowly around her friend in order to examine her more closely, and noticed with little surprise, that another hole had been cut in the rubber to reveal Calema’s mouth-watering little bottom, and slapped the rounded globes playfully. ‘The girls are assembled in the pink chambers,’ she continued, ‘let’s not keep them waiting.’

Calema collected a couple of canes and a small tawse and followed her friend out of the room. They walked slowly down the corridor. The soldiers they passed gave them the expected appreciative leers, but the girls ignored them, keeping their heads held proudly high.

Sahria could sense that Calema was nervous by the shallowness of her breathing, and felt somewhat apprehensive herself, but she was painfully aware that she had to show herself as arrogantly confident at her first meeting with her young charges.

Nearing their destination they were met in the passageway by Prince Sarne. He was standing in the doorway of another set of bedchambers, with a pretty girl under each arm. Sahria sensed a pang of jealousy as she looked at the innocent countenances of these nymphets and, although barely out of her teens herself, began to wonder if it was her age that was the reason why he had not approached her again.

‘Greetings, my princesses of pleasure,’ he said as he bowed before them mockingly. ‘Your charges await you. See that they are well prepared.’

‘You are not joining us, your highness?’ asked Sahria.

The prince grinned and hugged the two girls in his arms tightly. ‘I thought I would educate these two myself,’ he said with a booming laugh, and the girls giggled nervously as he turned and escorted them into the bedchamber. Sahria watched him go with a benign expression on her face, and then turned to Calema.

‘Come,’ she said, rather too sharply, ‘we have work to do.’

The pink chambers had once served as the place of rest for the more highly placed servants of the old king, and was comfortably furnished with sofas, beds and fine drapery, all of it in different shades of summer. Neither Sahria nor Calema had ever found the need to enter the chambers before, but now they stood within its simple opulence as servants themselves.

A group of girls sat huddled together in one corner of the main room. There were six of them, each one looking as innocent and vulnerable as the two the prince had selected for pleasurable pursuits. They stared wide-eyed at Sahria and Calema, as they stood before them in their exotic and erotic garb.

‘Stand!’ barked Sahria.

The girls obeyed immediately, pulling themselves nervously to their feet. ‘Come forward and stand before us!’

The girls shuffled towards them clutching each other’s hands like frightened children. As they approached, however, Sahria could see that they were anything but children. The merchants had chosen well. Despite their simple white smocks she could see that they all had beautiful and mature bodies. Some were slim and lithe; others were voluptuous and curvaceous. Facially, each one was lovely in her own way. She glanced at Calema. Her friend’s eyes were sparkling and she was licking her lips, her penchant for enjoying the touch and taste of those of her own sex clearly apparent.

‘I am Princess Sahria, and this is my assistant, whom you will know as Princess Calema.’ Sahria spoke the words proudly and smiled as the girls bowed their heads in reverence. ‘From this moment you will all address us both as mistress. We are here to teach you, to instruct you in the customs of the court of Prince Sarne, and to prepare you for his pleasure.’

She paused to allow her words to have full effect.

‘You are to be trained as royal concubines,’ she continued, ‘and, who knows, one of you may even rise to become his queen.’

With that the girls broke into excited chatter. ‘Silence!’ roared Sahria. The babble stopped immediately. She walked along the line and looked closely into their lovely faces. The girls stared dutifully at the floor.

All of them, that is, but one.

She was the last girl to be faced by Sahria. She was tall, almost matching Sahria’s height despite being barefoot, and had ebony-black skin and proud Nubian features. Her hair was cut short to the scalp and her huge eyes shone with a mixture of pride and excitement, and she looked directly at Sahria without blinking.

‘What are you called?’ Sahria asked quietly.

The black girl took a deep breath. ‘I am Zia,’ she replied, ‘and I, too, am a princess.’

‘There are no princesses here,’ hissed Sahria, ‘only servants and free men.’

‘You introduced yourself as a princess, and your friend too.’

‘Silence!’ Sahria glared into the girl’s eyes angrily. Her argument was unassailable. Zia’s expression remained impassive, almost regal. Sahria quickly realised that she would have to make an example of this one if she were to hold any sway with her other charges.

‘Remove your clothing,’ she ordered.

‘Mistress?’ Zia queried.

‘Immediately! Do not question my orders or you will feel the lash.’ She brandished the whip to emphasise her point, and Zia reached for the hem of her smock and pulled the garment quickly over her head, then let it fall to the floor.

Sahria heard Calema gasp at the sight of the naked African. Despite her height there was nothing manly about her shapely form. Her flawless, sable complexion accentuated her womanly contours, her skin shining healthily in the bright morning light that streamed in through the many windows set in the domed ceiling of the chamber.

Sahria walked slowly around her and examined her closely. Her breasts were large and firm, with nipples pointing slightly upward thanks to the conical swell of her fleshy orbs. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat and smooth. Her belly curved sensuously towards the thick bush between her long legs, and the lips of her sex were barely visible through the lush matt of black hair.

But it was her bottom that was the most appealing feature of her superb body. The firm globes of her buttocks jutted with a pert arrogance that seemed to defy gravity, and appeared to be demanding immediate attention from a lover’s hand, tongue or cock. The deep cleft between them was formed like an erotic promise that Sahria knew few men would be able to resist. Knowing Prince Sarne’s sexual preferences in this respect, she was surprised that he had not chosen Zia as one of his early morning’s sexual companions.

Sahria looked across at Calema. Her friend was staring at the statuesque form and was openly caressing herself between the legs. Sahria turned back to Zia, and could certainly see the attraction. The Nubian exuded sexual promise from every pore.

‘Kneel before Mistress Calema,’ she ordered, but Zia remained motionless. ‘Now!’ With an infuriating confidence the black girl walked over and stood in front of Calema. ‘Kneel, I said!’ barked Sahria.

Zia slowly lowered herself to her knees, keeping her thighs erect so that her face was level with Calema’s chest.

‘Suck her nipples,’ commanded Sahria. There were a few giggles from the group of girls. ‘Silence!’ she hissed, and the room fell into an immediate hush.

Zia eased forward and took one of Calema’s nipples between her thickly pouting lips. Calema groaned softly as the Nubian suckled her.

‘Now the other,’ ordered Sahria. Zia glanced contemptuously at her, and then did as instructed, and Calema sighed with pleasure. ‘Now, bend lower and place your face between her thighs and pay oral homage to her pussy.’

‘I will not,’ Zia refused defiantly, and Sahria immediately lashed her viciously across the buttocks with her whip. Zia yelled in pain, but made no move to lower herself further. Sahria whipped her bottom again with even greater force than before, but Zia made no more sound. A third lash cut her squarely across both buttocks, and this time the girl fell forward and buried her face between Calema’s rubber-clad thighs.

‘Is she licking you?’ asked Sahria, and Calema shook her head. Once more the whip tore across the quivering black buttocks. ‘Lick! Make her come with your tongue or I will thrash you until you bleed!’ Sahria then watched with satisfaction as Zia’s head began to move up and down, and the room filled with the sounds of sensuous lapping.

She laid the whip on a table and sat on a low couch to enjoy the proceedings. In her kneeling position, Zia’s bottom jutted out even more erotically than when she was standing, and Sahria could see the dark promise of her anus and the thick lips of her sex. Four dark red stripes criss-crossed her perfect buttocks as testament to her punishment. Sahria felt an overwhelming desire to crouch behind her and lick the wondrous globes as though to soothe her pain, but thought better of it. She had decided that before any of the girls could enjoy the delights of sex they must all first relish the joys of pain.

Calema closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side. She was cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples. Zia’s head bobbed faster, and Calema groaned and rested her hands on the girl’s shoulders, then raised one leg and pressed her foot on Zia’s back. Zia turned her face slightly and Sahria found that she could now see her tongue flicking rapidly against Calema’s shaven pussy. She sensed her own sex lips becoming damp and crossed her legs, anxious that the other members of the class should not become aware of her arousal.

She looked at the other girls. Each one was staring at Zia as she lapped hungrily at Calema’s juicy prize. She smiled to herself; this proud African had been subjugated and they had all witnessed her mistress’ triumph.