Of Pain and Delight (3 page)

She suddenly began to wonder if her friend was safe. Would she be likewise restrained, perhaps in another prison somewhere within the rambling passageways of the old palace? Perhaps her fate had been worse, far worse. There had been the distinct noise of battle resounding from outside during the long hours that the two slaves had taken Sahria, but the intense pleasure she was experiencing at the time had caused her to blot out the sounds.

The iron door to the dungeon opened with a resounding thud. Princess Sahria raised her head as far as her bonds would allow and saw the large silhouette of a man standing in the arched portal. ‘Well, sweet princess,’ boomed a voice she instantly recognised. ‘We meet again.’

‘Sarne!’ she hissed venomously. ‘Are you responsible for this?’

The figure moved forward, the dim torchlight catching his proud features and highlighting the cruelty of his expression. ‘I vowed I would return,’ he growled, ‘and now your kingdom is mine.’

Sahria felt a tightness within her chest as the enormity of his words hit her. ‘What do you mean?’ she demanded. ‘Where is my father, the king?’

The prince walked silently over to her and ran a hand contemptuously over the globes of her breasts. Sahria struggled vainly until the pain caused by the clawing of her shackles against her tender flesh became intense. ‘I demand to know where my father is, you vermin!’ she screamed.

‘You are in no position to demand anything, sweet princess. Your father has fled like a coward. I am king now, and you will do my bidding.’

‘Never!’ shouted Sahria, twisting her body awkwardly. The rings piercing her sex lips tugged fiercely at her tenderness and induced a copious flow from within her lust-wracked body, the juices seeping between her buttocks. The prince pinched her nipple hard, which forced her to cry out in pain.

‘You will learn to obey me, princess,’ he said calmly. He rolled the throbbing, erect nipple between his fingers before again digging the nails into the tortured flesh. ‘Your days of domination are over. No longer will you be able to treat your lovers like animals, beating them into submission. Now
you
are the victim, and you will learn to love your acquiescence.’

Sahria lay back her head on the harsh wooden board. Her anger, whilst still powerful, was subsiding as the incongruous warmth between her legs gave testament to her rising state of arousal. ‘Will you kill me?’ she said, her voice unusually meek and trembling.

Sarne smiled almost kindly and ran his hand over the smooth flatness of her stomach before resting it on her wet pussy. He cupped the hot flesh with his palm, his skin feeling rough against her, and then he probed between the parted lips with searching fingers. He shook his head. ‘No, that would be a terrible waste,’ he replied, simply. His tongue slid across his upper lip as he watched her hips begin to move in suppliant response to his intimate caress. ‘No,’ he continued. ‘There are many games I would have you play, and much that you must learn.’

‘And if I refuse?’

Sarne squeezed her soft mound harshly, the sudden pressure causing her to wince. ‘You will not refuse,’ he said severely. ‘You will learn to obey and, when I am satisfied that you have become the most compliant of creatures this prize will be yours.’ He drew back his cloak and gripped his fierce erection proudly, once more presenting it to her like a trophy. She gazed in wonder at its hugeness. If anything, it seemed larger than she remembered it.

She began to shake involuntarily. The prince grinned. ‘Ah, sweet child, you still yearn for it, don’t you? You still dream of the day that this massive stalk will slide like a rigid serpent within your succulent sheath, do you not, my angel?’

He gripped her pussy cruelly, his fingernails clawing at her wet flesh. Sahria stared hungrily at his cock and pushed her mound against his palm, breathing heavily, her arousal complete. Apparently sensing her imminent release the prince pulled abruptly away from her and put his glistening fingers to his mouth. The princess glared at him, her anger rising once more.

Sarne breathed in deeply and then licked his fingertips slowly. ‘Such a scent! Such a taste!’

Sahria decided to attempt a different approach. ‘Enter me, prince,’ she mewed softly. ‘Fill me with that fine rod and let me draw the juices from you. You will not be sorry.’

Sarne continued to savour the taste on his fingertips with the occasional lap of his tongue. ‘Your powers are legendary, princess,’ he said, ‘and I realise that I am denying myself many delights. But, until you are my slave completely there can be little pleasure in merely taking your body. Compliance without total capitulation is worthless.’

Sahria breathed heavily in exasperation. ‘Am I to lie here, unsated and in pain for the rest of my life?’ The princess felt a strange though unwelcome pleasure at the thought.

Sarne walked towards the open door. ‘You will be freed in an hour, when you have had time to consider my words. You will be brought to the throne room,
my
throne room, and once there you will obey my every command.’

He made to walk out of the dungeon and then stopped, turning slowly to face her again. ‘But beware, princess,’ he continued in a quiet but menacing tone. ‘Should you fail me you will know true pain.’

The door swung heavily on its rusty hinges and clanged to a close behind him. The rasp of iron bolts echoed against the damp stone walls and she was alone again in her misery. An eerie silence pervaded the atmosphere, save for the incessant dripping of water somewhere in the near darkness.

Sahria relaxed her body and closed her eyes, the ache between her legs subsiding slowly as she began to contemplate her predicament. The wetness beneath her bottom felt cold now, and she couldn’t understand why she had become so incredibly aroused. Her years of holding a position of total domination had not prepared her for this and yet, oddly, she felt excited by the prospect of the unknown. What had he meant, should she fail him? His words spun around inside her head. What terrible delights awaited her in the throne room?

The hour was past all too quickly. The familiar sound of sliding bolts shattered the silence and the old door swung open. Two burly black slaves, the same two who had abused her so wickedly the night before walked into the room, one of them carrying a brightly flaming torch. Both were naked, there manhoods hanging heavily from their muscular bodies and their ebony skin aglow with a fresh sheen of sweat.

Sahria readied herself, certain that they were about to take her yet again. At least now she would be sated.

To her profound disappointment however, the slaves merely busied themselves with her shackles and roughly withdrew the thin chains from her pussy rings. They then untied the leather straps that had bound her limbs to tightly to her uncomfortable bed. One of the men, the larger of the two, took hold of the chains that were still fixed to her pierced nipples and yanked them hard, forcing her to rise painfully from the wooden board and stand before them. Her body ached and she found some difficulty in remaining fully erect. She leant back slightly until her bottom rested against the edge of the bench. The slave tugged the chain again sharply and grinned broadly when she cried out, more from shock than pain. Sahria glared at him defiantly but he simply returned her gaze, staring her fully in the face. That was something he would never have dared to do before.

Sahria looked down below his torso and saw that his cock was swiftly rising to a strong erection. He was enjoying this. Taking pleasure in her subjugation. She felt she should be angry, but instead sensed nothing but arousal. She yearned to grab the thick black stalk but thought better of it. The slaves were in control now.

The big man turned to the door and wrenched again at the chains joined to her aching nipples, causing her to follow him meekly into the brightly lit corridor. The other slave followed, pushing her unnecessarily in the back with a clenched fist.

Slowly they ascended the long steep stairway. Sahria’s heart was pounding. More passageways, some unfamiliar to her, then more steps until, at last they entered the palatial magnificence of the throne room.

To her dismay, Sahria saw that the great hall was filled with people – peasants, nobles and slaves mixing together like old comrades. Some of them she knew, but many were complete strangers to her.

The babble of voices ceased moments after they walked into the room and all eyes turned towards her as she was made to walk towards the throne itself. Prince Sarne sat in her father’s place, casually rubbing his immensely long penis and grinning like a fool. She hated him for his arrogance in perching so nonchalantly in the king’s place. She despised his lack of respect.

Her eyes darted about, a dissonant mixture of fearful trembling and abject arousal building up within her naked body. Despite her sheer loathing for the man, for some reason she felt the need to bow her head as she approached the prince. She stared sullenly at the marble floor. Its surface felt cold against her bare feet and she shivered noticeably.

The prince stood up and drew his cloak across his nakedness. ‘Kneel,’ he commanded. Sahria stood her ground. ‘I said kneel!’ The fury in the prince’s tone was clear. Sahria took a deep breath and then slowly slipped to her knees. She winced as she heard the sounds of laughter and derision emanating from the gathered throng. The large slave stood at her side, holding the chains tautly as though he was restraining a wild dog.

‘You see before you your princess,’ mocked Sarne loudly as he addressed the crowd. He walked around the form of his captive then stood behind her and pressed the sole of his boot hard against her bottom. She fell forward to lie flat on her belly. The chains held by the slave tightened as she fell and her nipples were stabbed with sudden pain. She squealed loudly, her cry echoing around the great room.

The prince moved around her again and then crouched in front of her. He raised her by the shoulders until she was able to resume the kneeling position, her back curved and her bottom displayed to many of the onlookers.

‘This was your queen,’ he laughed. ‘Once so proud but now so servile.’ He suddenly reached under his cloak and pulled out his cock, which was still firmly erect. He pressed the bulbous head to her mouth. ‘Suck!’ he demanded loudly.

A murmur spread though the crowd. Sahria pursed her lips and turned her head away. Sarne grabbed the chains from the slave’s grasp and wrenched them harshly, making her yell with the pain. ‘I said suck!’ he shouted.

Sahria turned her face towards the menacing stalk and slowly opened her mouth, the trace of a tear running down her cheek. Sarne pushed forward and the plum-sized head of his thick cock touched her pouting lips. She pulled away again and looked imploringly up at his face. Her features were now wet with the tears of shame and embarrassment.

‘Please, my lord, not here,’ she begged. ‘Not here, in front of this crowd.’

‘But yes, princess,’ said Sarne, gripping her hair and pulling her face back towards his huge phallus. ‘Before this crowd of peasants and beggars, of once noble lords and of servants. All are equal here, and all will see and savour this moment. Suck! Suck like you’ve never sucked before.’

Once more his spongy flesh was pressed against her. Sahria opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking him between her wet lips. His thickness filled her mouth and caused her jaw to ache. She sensed the crowd drawing closer, hearing them chattering like excited children. She felt utterly ashamed, being prone and nakedly vulnerable before them, and yet the ache deep in her loins grew with each second as she held the prince’s stalk within her mouth.

She suckled gently, feeling him throb against her tongue as it slid against his hardness. She swallowed, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could whilst gripping his bone-hard flesh with her pouting lips, and then reaching up to grasp the remainder of his length with both hands.

She began to rub him quickly, sucking hard and occasionally taking him from her mouth and licking the end sensuously. She was now thoroughly engrossed in her task and loving every minute. For a moment the crowd of onlookers was forgotten as she savoured the taste of the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen in her life.

‘See, your princess surrenders to me and knows her master!’ bellowed the prince. ‘No longer is she your ruler. She is nothing more than your slave.’

Sahria was oblivious to his words. She held his cock erect with one hand and suckled his balls before running the tip of her tongue up the length of his shaft until she once more took the huge end into the warmth of her succulent mouth.

Without losing him from her heavenly grip she looked about her and saw the leering faces of the crowd as they pressed ever closer and craned their necks to enjoy this fine demonstration of her total humiliation. She closed her eyes to the sight and rubbed him harder, sucking him for all that she was worth.

Suddenly she felt him stiffen and heard him groan softly as his erection took on even more monstrous proportions within the wet envelope of her suckling mouth. Its thickness almost choked her. He groaned again, much louder this time and he gripped her head with both of his hands, allowing the chains to fall from his fingers to the floor. She felt his hard flesh throbbing against her lips and tongue as the warmth of his seed filled the back of her mouth and forced her to swallow quickly. Letting go of his cock with one of her hands but still sucking voraciously she grasped herself between the legs and clawed at her soaking sex flesh. The crowd cheered wildly as though encouraging her to reach her own orgasm. Frantically she rubbed her aching bud until a sudden wave of ecstasy hit her, her cry of pleasure muffled by the slowly wilting monster still clasped within her tight mouth.