Of Pain and Delight (16 page)

‘I am Shalma, and this is my sister, Lisha,’ said one. The two girls bowed reverently as she spoke.

‘Go on.’

‘We are nineteen years of age.’ It was the second girl who spoke this time. ‘We were sold into sex slavery by our uncle following the death of our parents, two years ago. We have served many masters.’

‘Did your masters beat you?’

‘Invariably,’ replied Shalma, ‘and never without cause.’

‘Do you take pleasure in pain?’

‘Always,’ said Lisha, with an easy smile, ‘and we like to share our experiences together.’

‘You must have learnt much from your experiences,’ said Calema.

‘There is always more that can be discovered.’

‘Quite so,’ said Sahria. ‘What would you say if I told you that I was going to beat you now?’

The girls looked shocked. ‘We have not given you cause to punish us,’ protested Lisha. ‘Surely it would not be right.’

‘I agree,’ said her sister, ‘we have obeyed your every command. You cannot punish us.’

‘The very fact that you have the temerity to voice your objections is reason enough,’ Sahria pointed out. ‘Am I not your mistress?’

The two girls bowed their heads in acknowledgement of Sahria’s words. ‘Turn and stand together,’ she continued. ‘After all, you did say that you enjoy sharing your experiences, did you not?’

Shalma and Lisha said nothing, but turned and stood meekly to await their punishment.

‘Press close together,’ ordered Sahria, and the sisters moved closer so that their hips touched. ‘You will receive just one cut, as a warning to you all that we demand total obedience.’

She raised her arm and waited. The twins stood erect, their heads held proudly, and Sahria purposely let them wait. The other girls watched in silence, scarcely daring to breathe. The two Persians hardly moved, standing without the slightest sign of trembling, clearly well used to chastisement.

Sahria aimed carefully. Bringing the whip down swiftly she ensured the lash cut across both bottoms with equal ferocity. There was no sound from either girl – not even the slightest whimper. She was tempted to administer more strokes, but knew that she must keep her word. Once must suffice.

She threw the flail down onto a table and perched on a high stool. ‘You may turn and face me,’ she said. The twins obeyed and stood together without a trace of emotion showing on their faces. Sahria looked at the line of girls. They were each beautiful in their own way. The prince would be pleased.

But first they had to be trained and corrected. They had strong personalities and had to be taught total subservience. It would not be an easy task. Shalma and Lisha would probably be the most difficult to train; they had no doubt experienced much during their time of slavery and had become hardened to pain. She gestured to them. ‘Come and kneel before me,’ she commanded.

She arched her back and pushed her hips forward, while spreading her legs wide. The two girls stared at the proffered sight of her wet sex lips. ‘Lick me,’ she said, ‘both of you at the same time.’ Shalma and Lisha looked at each other. ‘I said lick me. Refuse and I will see to it that your bottoms are cut to ribbons.’

The girls leaned in, gingerly moving their mouths closer and closer to Sahria’s pussy. Lisha pushed out her tongue and the tip touched Sahria’s outer lips, and then drew her tongue back immediately. Then Shalma did the same, and it was clear that neither girl had tasted the scent of a woman before.

‘Lick me,’ repeated Sahria. ‘Do it like you would have a man do it to you. You know what pleases a woman – make me come in your mouths or it will be bad for you, I promise!’

The twins began to lap around her moist opening. Slowly they warmed to the task and started to suckle and nibble her outer lips whilst delving their tongues into her and alternately licking across her hard bud. Sahria sensed a great feeling of power and dominance as she watched the two proud girls serve her. They would obey her without question in future.

‘Enough,’ she said presently. She hadn’t come, but this time it was not necessary. The lesson had been learned, and the twins moved from her and rejoined the line.

Sahria stood up and faced the group. ‘We will break for one hour, to give you all time to reflect upon what you have witnessed. I want you to go to the blue chambers. There you will find many exotic items of clothing. You will each select that which you feel suits you best and dress accordingly, then return here. Following this the lessons will begin in earnest.

‘Some of you are sexually experienced and some are not. You will be taught subservience to men, and you will be instructed in ways in which to please your lovers so that they never forget you. As one of the twins wisely said, there is always much that can be learned.’

Sahria and Calema were sitting on opposite sofas sipping cool glasses of wine. The room was becoming hot as the sun rose higher, and the atmosphere was stifling. Calema had removed her rubber hood and was teasing her blonde hair through her fingers.

Two Nubian menservants stood impassively, cooling the girls with large fans made from ostrich feathers. Sahria regarded them with a wry smile. These were the same two men who had turned on her, and now they were once more at her beck and call, by orders of the prince.

She allowed her eyes to feast on their muscular bodies and remembered how they had taken her. At first she had been unwilling; it was unheard of for a princess to consort with a slave. Even soldiers were supposed to be forbidden, although neither she nor Calema paid much heed to that particular ruling. Most of the palace garrison had succumbed to one or both of them at some time or other.

Sahria had struggled with the Nubians, and scratched and gouged their flesh with her fingernails, but when they removed their loincloths and revealed their magnificent manhoods she relaxed at once and offered herself to them.

She began to think of how they had used and abused her. It was wonderfully satisfying, the sort of sexual experience she’d been missing. It had always been
her
who had taken the lead and issued the orders, but then she found herself at the mercy of these two burly hulks.

They fucked her in turn and then, incredibly, they both fed their erections into her cunt simultaneously, stretching her flesh to the limit. Her pussy throbbed as she remembered the delightful pain as the two men thrust in and out of her and how, despite her fear and anger at the time, she had come over and over again.

‘The girls will be returning soon,’ said Calema, breaking Sahria’s train of thought. ‘What do you think of them?’

‘They are all very lovely. I am sure the prince will be very pleased.’

‘Are you jealous?’

‘No, of course not.’ Sahria stroked between her legs nonchalantly. ‘Once I had savoured the prince’s wonderful cock, all such thoughts were dismissed from my mind. Now it is my pleasure to serve him in any way he chooses.’

Calema looked incredulously at her friend. It was clear that she didn’t believe a word.

The door to the chamber opened slowly, and Calema and Sahria looked up expectantly. Instead of the return of their pupils, however, two other girls entered. After a moment Sahria recognised them as the same two the prince had taken to his bedchamber. They looked weary and bedraggled and their short smocks were torn.

‘Princess Sahria?’ asked one, a delicately framed girl with short brown hair and a pale complexion.

‘I am
Mistress
Sahria,’ came the curt reply. ‘And this is Mistress Calema.’

The girl bowed and slumped onto another sofa. Her companion, a taller girl with a shock of bright red hair joined her without a word.

‘Did I say you could sit?’ demanded Sahria angrily as she rose and towered over the two exhausted figures.

‘Please, mistress,’ said the second girl, ‘we are drained. The prince is a most demanding lover.’

‘Stand!’ barked Sahria. Shocked at her sharp tone, the two girls quickly struggled to their feet. ‘Remove your smocks!’ They obeyed without another word while Sahria examined their bodies dispassionately. The smaller girl had tiny breasts and a lithe shape, with a small tuft of fluffy down between her legs.

The red-haired girl was opposite to her companion in every way. Although very attractive and vivacious, she was far more voluptuous, with large breasts and broad hips. Sahria looked with interest from one to the other. It was clear that the prince enjoyed variety in his sexual encounters.

‘Turn,’ she ordered. The girls obeyed and Calema gasped. Their bottoms and upper thighs were scored with dozens of welts from the cane. Sahria ran her fingertips over the tortured globes of the smaller girl, and felt the ridges in her soft flesh. ‘Why have you been punished so?’ she asked gently.

‘The prince was dissatisfied with us. We tried to please him but neither of us are experienced in such matters.’ The girl took a sharp intake of breath as she was touched on a particularly sensitive spot. Sahria stepped back.

‘Turn to face me,’ she said, her tone softening somewhat. ‘What are your names?’

‘I am Agita,’ said the redhead.

‘And I am Mena,’ said the other.

‘You say you are inexperienced?’

‘I have had just one lover, other than the prince,’ replied Agita.

‘I am a virgin,’ said Mena, as though ashamed of the fact.

‘You mean you
were
a virgin,’ laughed Calema.

‘No, no, I still am,’ Mena insisted. ‘I think that is why the prince was so furious and beat us so severely. He is so large, he couldn’t force it into me, it hurt me so much.’

‘Don’t worry, Mena,’ said Sahria sympathetically, ‘we will teach you the secrets that will enable you to accommodate any stalk that is offered. What else did the prince do to you, apart from giving you a thrashing?’

‘After he had been inside Agita he tried me. When he couldn’t he beat us both and then forced me to suck his weapon. I could taste Agita’s scent.’

‘Did you like it?’ asked Calema. The girl hung her head and blushed noticeably.

‘Come on,’ insisted Sahria, ‘don’t be shy. There is no room for coyness here. Did you like the taste of your friend’s pussy?’

‘I… yes, mistress,’ Mena said quietly.

‘Would you like to lick Agita between the legs?’

The girl looked astonished by the suggestion. ‘No! No, I couldn’t!’ she insisted.

Sahria smiled and pushed the girl’s head down until her face was close to Agita’s groin. ‘Go on,’ she whispered. ‘She’ll taste delightful.’

Mena hesitated, and then knelt and moved even closer to Agita’s sex. Sahria looked at the bigger girl and saw that a faint smile of excitement was playing across her lips. ‘Go on,’ Sahria repeated. ‘Lick it…’

Mena moved cautiously and pushed her tongue out, the tip just appearing between her lips, then suddenly she pulled back, shaking her head. ‘I can’t, mistress,’ she sobbed. ‘I just can’t!’

Sahria smiled and stroked the girl’s face gently. ‘You will, Mena. Before long you will taste the juices of many girls and you will grow to love it. Now, you were both very rude to me when you entered the room, so you must be punished.’

‘Oh no, mistress,’ protested Agita. ‘No more, please. My bottom stings so.’

Sahria grinned cruelly and the two girls hung their heads. There was a long pause, and Mena began to tremble, clearly terrified.

‘I will not beat you this time,’ said Sahria. ‘Your punishment will be humiliation. You will remain naked for one week, or until I say you may dress.’

‘A week, mistress?’ queried Mena, aghast.

‘One week. Wherever you go in the palace or out to the town, you will appear naked. What say you to this?’

There was another pause, and then Agita raised her head. ‘Thank you, mistress,’ she said simply.

‘And you, Mena?’

The girl looked directly into her eyes. ‘I will obey, mistress, but if you wish to beat me as well I will not object.’

‘Another time,’ said Sahria, musing on how odd it was that Mena and Su-Lee, the two smallest girls of the group, took so much apparent pleasure in being whipped.

The door to the chamber opened again and the other girls returned. Each was dressed in some form of revealing garment, some made of leather, some of silk, but all erotic in the extreme. They had all chosen well.

‘Two of you here have admitted to being virgins,’ Sahria said. ‘Before the real lessons begin we must deal with the matter.’ She looked at Zia, who returned her glance with a smile. ‘Come forward, Zia. The rest of you may sit.’

The tall Nubian stepped forward to face her. She was dressed in a tight white leather basque, which accentuated her voluptuous form and emphasised her deep ebony colouring. She stood proudly before the others while Sahria turned to Calema.

‘Go and fetch one of the soldiers,’ she said matter-of-factly, and Calema left the room immediately.

Sahria looked at the two black servants who were busily fanning the assembled group. One or both of them would do for Mena, she decided, but Zia must be treated differently. After all, she was a princess.

Presently Calema returned, accompanied by a bemused looking guard. He was dressed simply in a regulation skirt and studded leather jerkin, and was still clutching his spear. Sahria took the weapon from him and laid it against a wall, and he looked around at the group of lovely females, his eyes wide.