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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN
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Chapter Fourteen
Kate wore her bra self-consciously. She lay by the pool, sunning
herself. A servant brought her raspberry crumb cakes. He offered her
wine. She declined. He insisted. She accepted a chilled glass with her
sun warmed hands and shivered as she sipped it.
She was back at the SultanÕs. The man who served her was
handsomely built. He wore a white robe. When he rose from bending over
her, however, and his robe fell open, and she could see between his
powerful thighs, he was curiously lacking in substance at the juncture
between them.
He was castrated, completely, and she did not know why. How could
such a man have come to such a state? Why did he persist in living?
Arabia was strange, especially in the backward regions, where tradition
still held sway, and was amplified, even, by men like the Sultan who
claimed to be supporting traditional values while, in fact, to KateÕs mind,
merely exploited the ignorance of the surrounding tribes.
Kate gazed up at the clear blue sky. No clouds could be seen. Just
the blazing sun, baking the sand with mid-day heat. Here, out in the desert
waste where no city could survive, even with imported water, for far too
much would be needed, nomadic tribesmen still roamed along paths
charted centuries ago by their forefathers. They herded sheep and goats.
That was their livelihood even in the waning days of the 20th century.
And the Sultan, heir to the only oasis for miles around, ruled over them
with an iron fist, submitting himself only to King Fahd himself, who lived
far away.
The palm fronds of an overhanging tree caressed KateÕs body with
shadows. She kept her face under the shelter of the tree while letting her
white body stretch out into the blaze of sunlight. She was fresh from bed,
and she knew she could only stay a little while. The Sultan disapproved of
deep tans.
Kate adjusted her bikini halter. It was soft, made of the very
thinnest cotton. She rolled over to feel the weight of her breasts beneath
her. The little bra seemed reluctant to do anything but cup them with the
lightest, feather-like pressure, as if a firmer hold might hurt them. She
wriggled her back and felt her bosoms jostle pleasantly beneath her. They
were hers! Like Daisy, who lay sleepily beside her, she had grown them in
the last few years. Yet this morning, as the sun climbed high, she must
have them pierced. The thought made her spine shiver with fear. She
wished for a bra that would cup and hold her breasts firmly, protecting
them. But as the thought of her nipples being pierced took hold in her
mind, her nipples themselves rose unhindered. They poked up into the
fabric of her nothing bra and made little points beneath her. They were
oblivious. They did not know their fate.
Faisal had not returned to the Sultan with just herself. He had
earned a profit for the Sultan, beyond all expectation. It was, Kate had
learned, not the first time Faisal had been so successful. Nor would it be
the last.
HeÕd brought Daisy back with him. She shuddered a little as she
drifted between sleep and wakefulness. Her Aunt, Ivy, had been convinced
to permit the girl the come. Faisal had said she needed a more complete
sexual education, if she were to cease being the Ôbosomy bratÕ her aunt had
seen her grow into. Faisal promised Ivy heÕd return Daisy to her as a
properly disciplined young woman.
Daisy, poor girl, had not caught the full import of the conversation.
To her, being taken to a big castle, where she would be kept as a princess,
was a grand adventure. She did not understand the vileness of men and
their wicked thoughts.
Her uncle wanted her pierced and branded. Her nipples were to bear
rings, her bottom his initials. Little Daisy sighed and, her eyes still
closed, fussed with the strings of her bra. She didnÕt like the rule that
she must wear a swimsuit at the pool. She wanted to swim naked, and sun
naked, and run about all the time without any clothes on. She saw the
SultanÕs castle as a giant playground. She loved seeing the big guards and
considered not the absence of equipment between their legs. She was too
overwhelmed by their massive arms and chests to notice what they
lacked, what the Sultan himself had cut off.
The servant moved to Daisy but, seeing she was still asleep, he
quietly laid several cakes on a plate on the deck beside her. He poured a
glass of wine for her and set it down beside the plate.
ÒSee that she drinks the wine. It will calm her for the procedure,Ó
the servant who was their guard said to Kate. She did not turn her head to
look at or acknowledge him. She waited. He waited. He had the right to
punish her if she didnÕt do as he commanded. She felt her bottom bulbing
up at him, caressingly covered by her too-small bikini panties. He raised
his hand but, at the last moment, laid his palm gently upon her ass instead
of hitting her.
ÒYou will be sore this evening,Ó he said in a deep, gutteral Arab
accent.
ÒNot from you,Ó Kate countered, still not looking back over her
shoulder at him. She wiggled her bottom under his palm to taunt him.
ÒLie still,Ó he said. He drew her panties down off her ass slowly.
Worshipfully, Kate thought, though she feared he still might spank her.
Gently he eased her thighs apart and drew the panties down more, waiting
for the snap that would announce theyÕd been pulled free of her cunt.
Snap. Kate felt air invade her cunny as the protective strip of her
panties was pulled out of them. The servant let go of her panties. They
lay stretched across her open thighs. The gusset that should have cupped
and held her cunny, or at least been wedged protectively within it, hung
shivering between her open legs. Her thighs were soft but firm. She
turned them slightly, feeling their length. She liked her legs. The servant
studied her bottom intently, looking for scars, but there were none. The
servant placed two fingers upon her seat and pried apart her cheeks. He
examined her tiny puckered anus. He bent down and blew lightly upon it.
ÒWithin, next to your anus, on either side, that is where IÕll place
the brands,Ó he told her.
ÒI hate you,Ó she said to him. She lay on her chaise lounge with her
arms beneath her, propping her up, so she could feel the weight of her
breasts beneath her. But her head was bent down. Her long mane of hair
cascaded down over her face. She felt like an ostrich, foolishly thinking
itself safe with its head concealed while its bottom rose up vulnerably
behind it.
ÒAnother is coming, but he may not arrive,Ó the servant told her. ÒIf
he does not come I will pierce your nipples for you.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Kate said. She liked the word. She repeated it.
ÒThat word only gets you spankings here...Ó the servant mused. ÒBut
I will spare you today for the sake of your nipples.Ó
ÒYou do not own me. The Sultan owns me,Ó Kate reminded him.
ÒI obey his dicatates completely,Ó the low growling voice of the man
bending over replied. ÒI have the evidence to prove that.Ó Kate twisted a
little on the chaise lounge, felt the absence of anything between her
thighs. She wondered what it would be like to be a man, to have something
there, and then to lose it. ÒIn obeying him, in carrying out his orders, I
may punish you as needed to make you obey, just as I obey,Ó the servant
reminded her.
ÒStill I wonÕt do as you say,Ó Kate said to him. She wished he would
go away. Gently, fearing heÕd get in trouble if her ass were permitted to
be tanned by the sun, he pulled her panties back up. He straightend them
carefully across the bulging hump of her bottom. He watched as her
cheeks tensed and then released as she shivered at the thought of what
she must endure.
ÒAnother few minutes, then I must call you inside,Ó he said to her.
ÒGo away,Ó Kate replied obstinately.
ÒAs you wish. I merely serve,Ó the man replied. He withdrew,
leaving her hopeless and afraid on the chaise lounge, under the sun. She
felt a light breeze caress her back and wished sheÕd not sent him away. At
least he kept her distracted from what must happen. His hands baring and
then recovering her bottom kept her mind occupied, focused on her nudity
and her long slender well-turned out legs, and her clit buzzing absently
with morning wakefulness between them.
ÒOh, God!Ó Kate sighed. She felt and urge to have something between
her legs. She threw herself on her back and felt the sun on her tummy and
the softness of the slim band of cotton that traversed her hips. She
traced a finger across the front of her panties. She followed the contours
of the little tautly stretched cotton undies. She felt the soft feminine
bulging of her bush and, daring at last to slip lower, she parted her legs
and gently traced the outlines of her cuntlips. They pressed into the
gusset of her panties. She lay under the sun, her face shaded, the rest of
her body completely at its mercy. And as she lay beneath the sun she
rubbed with a light absent touch back and forth across her cuntlips.
She heard a clicking of heels somewhere behind her. She wanted to
take her finger away from herself but as soon as she heard the heels she
felt a sudden small wetness in the gusset of her panties.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó a female voice asked sharply. Kate kept
caressing the forbidden spot, too scared and yet too pleased to do
otherwise. A womanÕs wrist came flashing down and grabbed KateÕs
errant hand. She clutched KateÕs wrist with encircling long-nailed
fingers. Kate felt a powerful grip, yet the woman held her daintily, her
pinkie lifted, as if the remaining fingers were all that were needed to get
hold of a small young girl like Kate.
The woman lifted KateÕs hand to her breast. She settled it atop
KateÕs right bosom where, like the left, her nipple perked up happily, a
newly-grown thorn, fresh as the hour of the day, jutting up its tiny self
into her cotton bra.
ÒRub your nipples,Ó the woman said. ÒThey are to be pierced. You
must prepare them.Ó
Kate shivered and lifted her other hand from where it lay beside her.
She touched her nipples, but with the flimsy bra cups between them and
her fingers. As the woman watched, this new unknown woman whose
voice she did not recognize, Kate massaged her pointed risen nipples
through the fabric of her bra.
ÒYes, good.Ó the woman said. She came out from behind Kate and
touched KateÕs belly. Kate understood that she was not to take her hands
from her breasts. She kept rubbing her teats as the woman pressed a palm
against her tummy.
ÒYou are not pregnant?Ó the woman asked. She pressed hard.
ÒNo,Ó Kate answered.
ÒHow long have you been here?Ó the woman asked.
ÒTwo weeks,Ó Kate said, sighing, as the woman kept her belly
depressed with her inward-pushing, uncomfortable palm. The sun played
off the womanÕs fingernails. They were painted bright red.
ÒTwo weeks? And you are not pregnant yet?Ó the woman said
incredulously, as if she were insulted. She lifted her hand from KateÕs
belly. Kate felt her ability to draw a breath restored. She placed spanning
fingers upon either side of KateÕs hips, as if measuring them. ÒYou are fit
for giving birth, quite fit, you should have been impregnated by now,Ó the
woman said.
ÒThe Sultan...Ó Kate began.
ÒI am his wife,Ó the woman said. She seemed to dismiss the master
of this desert realm with a single phrase.
ÒYou You look American,Ó Kate stammered. The woman sounded
American too. Kate detected a New York accent.
ÒYes, we have been married for a year,Ó the woman answered. ÒI
was in the Phillippines shopping but now IÕm back. We must have many
children, he and I. But I am too busy to bear young for him. You will do
quite nicely. And who is the girl beside you?Ó
ÒThatÕs... thatÕs Daisy,Ó Kate said, as, gazing down at herself, she
watched the American woman pull down her panties. She felt the breeze
waft across her bush. The woman, leaving her panties hanging between
her legs, just as the servant had, urged KateÕs thighs apart.
ÒThe panties will tear if I,Ó Kate began, but the woman forced KateÕs
thighs farther apart, stretching the slim rolled down panties almost to
the breaking point. They were exotic panties, not capable of handling the
stresses of ordinary panties. They were made by nomad women for the
SultanÕs slaves.
The American woman, a blonde, with a prominent bust that was
barely restrained by a black vest she wore, peered into KateÕs private. She
opened it with her fingers. Kate felt her private secret snugness give way
a little as the woman pried into her.
ÒYou have a fine young cunt,Ó the woman told her. She brushed back
her hair that had fallen in front of her inquisitive face. ÒIt is tight but
serviceable. The baby will come out just fine if you are well-fucked
between now and then. I will see that you are fucked routinely. We have
horses and such, with dildos sticking up from the saddle, that you can ride.
They will help open you up. I cannot allow men to fuck you. But the horse-
rides will stretch you sufficiently.Ó
As she spoke Althea and Susie and Debbi wandered out to the pool.
For fear of the SultanÕs wife they pretended not to notice Kate. They
passed across KateÕs line of vision. All three had rings in their breasts,
big gold nipple rings that bounced as they walked, topless, to the edge of
the pool. They looked owned. Althea and Susie wore small cotton panties
like Kate but Debbi had no panties on at all. They sat down at the edge of
the pool, laughing at some word spoken between them, and dipped their
legs into the water. Debbi stole a glance at Kate but quickly looked away
again.
The woman pulled KateÕs panties back up. She did not bother to
cover Kate completely, merely yanking up the panties perfunctorily, as if
she were put out to do even that. Kate was left with panties half covering
her pussy, and bunched beneath her bottom. In back they covered her just a
little, as well as in front. She was going to reach down to straighten her
panties herself but the woman caught her wrists. Holding them, she drew
from a purse slung over her shoulder a pair of sturdy leather handcuffs.
They were fur-lined but looked forboding nonetheless, with big metal
rings hanging off them. She bound KateÕs hands into the cuffs. Then,
placing KateÕs hands on her cotton-haltered bosom, she drew a leather
collar from her purse. She buckled this around KateÕs throat. Then,
working quickly the entire time, as if skilled in such matters, even over-
skilled, to the point of boredom, she lifted KateÕs wrists to her throat and
buckled them to her collar.
ÒGet up,Ó the woman said to Kate. Kate struggled to rise. The
woman pulled her up by her hair. Kate kicked her feet as the woman
brought her up to a sitting position. Kate swiveled round on her bottom,
led by the woman, so that her feet dropped off the chaise lounge to the
deck of the pool.
The woman picked up one of KateÕs feet. Her feet were both bare and
she wiggled her toes as the woman drew a foot cuff from her purse. She
bound this around KateÕs ankle. Then, as Kate watched with growing
trepidation, wearing only her tiny nothing bikini that was bunched
uselessly under her bottom, the woman cuffed KateÕs other foot. Big
decorative locks were used to secure the cuffs to her, drawn from the
womanÕs purse. The servant who had disappeared now reappeared. He bore
shoes for both girls. He slipped KateÕs on. Kate looked at her feet and
then looked at him. He grinned. It was an evil grin, as if to repay her for
her dismissal of him minutes earlier. He said nothing, just grinning,
checking the shoes to make sure they fit her. The heels had long five inch
spikes on them. She wanted to stab at him with the spikes but she didnÕt
dare. He would have only laughed, anyway.
Daisy was awoken and her cunt was examined. The woman cuffed her
the same way as Kate and the servant put shoes on her.
ÒWho are you?Ó Daisy asked, when her sleepy form had been so
wickedly prepared.
ÒIÕm Elsinore,Ó the American woman, wife of the Sultan, answered.
ÒYou are to do as I say.Ó
ÒYess,Ó Daisy answered. She had not worn cuffs before and she
stared at them like novelties. She did not seemed concerned by her
captivity. It excited her. It made her nipples stand up within her bra.
ÒUp, girls!Ó Elsinore commanded. Kate rose, self-consciously,
feeling her bared bottom behind her wiggle as she gained her feet. Daisy
got up quickly, like a puppy hoping to play. Both girls stood with their
fists cuffed underneath their chin, looking at Elsinore. ÒInto the house,Ó
Elsinore said to them. Daintily, conscious that she would reprove them for
gracelessness, a point she made none to subtly by drawing a short riding
crop from her purse, the girls faced toward the castle and began to walk.
Their bottoms wobbled unconcealed by panties. Elsinore whisked her crop
across them, not touching them but urging them forward. Daisy looked at
Kate but Kate did not look at her for she disliked the girlÕs eagerness to
comply. She was a small young foolish girl and thought it all a game, and
liked being the center of attention. Kate wondered if she knew even now
that the male guard had no penis.
Within the shadowed hall of the castle they went. It was chilly
inside, after the desert heat out by the pool. The girls walked more
briskly. Kate felt her bosoms under her drawn-up arms and was glad of
their concealment. Her arms squished against them, pressing into her
febrile nipples, pushing them down. Her bosoms jiggled like trapped jello
under her arms but she liked the feeling. It made her able to pretend that
they wouldnÕt be pierced.
ÒInto here, this will do,Ó Elsinore said. She led both girls into a
small room fitted for sex. Daisy, fresh from the orgy where sheÕd been
introduced to adult sex, surveyed the room like a graduate of some kind, as
if sheÕd earned the right to be here. There were several tables and each
bore a collection of condoms and oils and lotions atop it. One held dildoes,
in a straight line, each larger than the one beside it, like missiles waiting
to be launched. In the middle of the room were chains. Two of them
dangled down, waiting.
With the male servant guarding the door, Elsinore undressed as Kate
and Daisy stood waiting. They huddled together like ducklings afraid of a
rainstorm. Kate stared at the dangling twin chains with trepidation.
Daisy seemed smug, as if pleased with herself for being here.
Elsinore stripped off her vest, a pretty yellow garment that matched
her hair, and a short green dress. Underneath Kate saw she wore a no-
nonsense black leather bra and panties. When Elsinore turned Kate saw the
panties were thong panties. She guessed the panties had no gusset, merely
a slim G-string between ElsinoreÕs legs, perhaps with soft ribbing to
stimulate her as she worked. In front the panties spread out and covered
her bush, like KateÕs panties did, or would have, had they not been untidily
pulled down to the tops of her thighs.
Despite being the SultanÕs wife, Elsinore wore a slim black collar
around her neck. Kate wondered if she possessed the key to unlock it. In
contrast to her revealing bikini, she wore long black boots that rose
almost to the tops of her thighs. Kate had been so mesmerized by the
woman, by her own fate and the fate of her breasts, that she had hardly
noticed the womanÕs boots until now, when she pulled her skirt off. They
rose like black columns, enveloping her legs while the legs of Kate and
Daisy were vulnerably bare.
ÒCan I swing on the chain?Ó Daisy asked innocently, looking at it.
ÒYes, IÕll help you,Ó Elsinore said with feigned indulgence. She drew
Daisy underneath the nearest chain and unhooked DaisyÕs wrists from
under her chin. As Daisy watched, wide-eyed, Elsinore lifted DaisyÕs
locked-together hands up to the single chain hanging above her. Daisy,
despite the disorder of her panties that showed her bush in front and her
bottom in back, seemed delighted by the prospect of being hung from the
chain. She watched as Elsinore expertly lifted her wrists, both of them
quite securely together, and then joined them to the hanging chain.
ÒOoooh, this is fun!Ó Daisy remarked.
ÒIÕm going to remove your bra,Ó Elsinore told her. She walked behind
Daisy and, taking the bow of the bra carefully in her fingers, she untied it.
Daisy looked down at her breasts as the sting in back came loose and her
bra cups fell off. Her breasts spilled forth. Their nipples were rock hard.
Daisy wiggled a little, hanging from the chain, trying to spin herself on it.
ÒIÕm afraid you mustnÕt move, dear. Only I may move you,Ó Elsinore
told her. She stilled DaisyÕs movements with a hand on her hip.
For the first time Daisy realized she might be in a predicament. She
shivered under the chain and then, in a high-pitched and plaintive voice,
declared. ÒOh, I must pee. May I please be let down now?Ó
Kate cringed. The poor girl was such a simpleton. But she knew it
was the girlÕs age, just 15, never fucked except at the orgy and by some
neighborhood boy.
ÒYou should have thought of that before I strung you up,Ó Elsinore
laughed. She had a husky laugh. She walked in front of Daisy and pulled
opn the front of DaisyÕs bunched panties to see the lips of her pussy. ÒAre
you going to wet your panties, hmmmm?Ó she asked Daisy in a jovial voice.
The girl looked distressed but Elsinore only enjoyed this. She extended a
finger and felt within DaisyÕs nether lips. ÒOhhh, naughty girl! You are
wet in your puss. You will put a wet spot in your panties if you permit
yourself to be excited. Does it excite you to be strung up like this? ItÕs
only for the sake of punishment.Ó
ÒPunishment?!Ó Daisy asked. Her eyes popped wide. ÒWhat did I
DO?Ó
ÒWhy nothing, darling. But I must establish your place here. I am
the wife of the Sultan and you, my dear, are his little visitor. Do you know
what that means?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Daisy admitted. She was a child caught out by an
unanswerable question, one she feared being given the answer to.
ÒWhy it means you are his sex slave,Ó Elsinore said.
Daisy blushed as she wiggled nervously under the chain with her
need to pee.
ÒI like sex,Ó she admitted.
ÒGood, but you should not be wet, dear. This isnÕt sex. This is a
punishment room.Ó
ÒBut the condoms and...Ó Daisy blurted. Her head twisted about,
looking at the foil-wrapped condoms, the oils for lubrication, and
especially the dildos, hoping vainly that Elsinore would see that, plainly,
this room existed for a girlÕs pleasure.
ÒSexual torment, my dear,Ó Elsinore said. Absently she lifted a hand
and twisted one of DaisyÕs nipples.
ÒOwwww,Ó Daisy protested.
ÒI must give you an enema,Ó Elsinore taunted.
ÒOhhhh, I donÕt like THOSE,Ó Daisy replied.
Kate remembered the party. She and Daisy had suffered enemas but,
after that, with a little encouragement from Ivy, theyÕd taken their
pleasure of the men in attendance, however they wished, often on top.
Now both girls were back to being slaves again, though Daisy was just
discovering this. Kate had not bothered to try to explain it all to her. Or,
rather, she had, but Daisy had been too busy blathering about how
wonderful the castle was, and how nice and so very handsome the guards
were, and so Kate had decided to let her discover her fate all by herself.
And now she was.
Elsinore bent down and caught DaisyÕs childish legs in her hands.
She opened them. There were rings on the floor, attached to short coiled
chains. The guard whoÕd brought Daisy and Kate crumb caked out by the
pool now came forward and knelt down and secured DaisyÕs feet wide
apart.
ÒOhhh, what are you going to do?Ó Daisy asked aloud in a blubbering
voice. She seemed frightened now.
ÒSuch delicious little panties,Ó Elsinore said, walking behind her.
She yanked down the panties in back so that her entire bottom showed.
Her cheeks stuck out, vulnerable. Daisy waggled her pumpkin bottom and
begged to be let down.
ÒIÕll have to gag you if you canÕt keep quiet,Ó Elsinore warned. ÒSuch
a pretty white bottom must not go unstriped. It would be unfitting for a
sex slave to walk about all day every day flaunting her bottom, without
some mark on it to show she was owned and submissive. Have you been
caned before, my darling?Ó
ÒNooooo!Ó Daisy blurted.
ÒThen you must be trained to it. How can you expect to obey the
Sultan if you donÕt feel the sting of his importance upon you? You must
know he is your master. You must feel it. In his absence, I will provide
his mark. IÕm more vigorous anyway. HeÕs too soft and effeminate and
might take too much pleasure in your bottom, and not discipline it
sufficiently. You must be well whipped, my dear, so that whenever you
stand or sit you notice your servitude.
ÒEeek! Oh, please!Ó Daisy cried. But there was no escape for her.
She could barely twist herself under the chain, her legs apart and secured
to the floor to prevent it. Her bare young breasts jiggled on her chest. Her
tummy, frightened, was a hollow beneath her ribs. Her pubic hair showed
above her rolled down panties. Her bottom was a globe of pleasure
waiting to be crossed. Criss-crossed. Her legs wiggled but had noplace to
run to. Big heavy cuffs with locks on them kept them attached to the
floor.
Walking calmly, completely in control as she obviously liked to be,
Elsinore went to a corner and picked up a very long cane. It was almost as
tall as she was. It was made of slim bamboo, sheathed with a very light
envelope of leather to protect it and keep it from wearing out. At the tip
of the cane, to give it an extra touch, it had a small string. When swung
in, the string would slap against the body as the cane bounced off.
Elsinore gripped the cane at its tip and its slender handle and bent it
into a wide arc as she walked back over to Daisy.
ÒOoooh, I have to pee!Ó Daisy said urgently. She tried lifting first
one foot, then the other, as if to walk off, but the chains held her feet
firmly fixed to the floor.
ÒAre you making your panties wet thinking of your whipping?Ó
Elsinore asked the girl. Her slender fingers reached between DaisyÕs legs.
She felt her cunt through her soft cottony panties. ÒYes, youÕre wet. Try
not to pee in your panties, darling. But we can make a contest of it if you
like. Hmmmm,Ó Elsinore thought to herself. ÒYes. IÕm not used to training
such a young female, but since youÕre a little girl, that sounds splendid.
IÕll give you 100 strokes, and you try not to pee before IÕm finished, or
youÕll get fifty more. Deal?Ó
ÒNoooooo,Ó Daisy whined. ÒI want DOWN!Ó
ÒNo complaining, my dear, or your punishment will be extended by
one stroke for each little complaint you make. Screaming is quite
permissable, of course. I expect you to scream quite lustily.Ó
Daisy, suddenly remembering that a friend in need is a friend in
deed, shot her head over to Kate. But Kate was gone. The guard had walked
her over to a post where he now was affixing her arms above her head.
Kate stood as far back as she could from the post. It was wide, like a
column, and made of polished, thickly-waxed wood. But sticking out of the
front of it, forcing Kate to arch back her pussy in fear, was a giant-sized
dildo. Certainly any man would have been proud to possess such a splendid
instrument. But it had actually been created from the cock of a seven foot
American basketball player. Kate studied the big dildo with a mixture of
awe and terrible apprehension.
ÒYou must begin to stretch your cunt, as Elsinore wishes,Ó he said to
her. He placed a broad calloused palm upon her bottom and eased her
forward. With his other hand, Kate hanging now by her wrists from the
post, he reached between her legs and spread her cunt lips. He pressed her
forward until she felt the giant cockhead splitting its way into her lips.
Then, as Kate gasped and found herself stuffed full of the head of the cock,
the rest still sticking out of her, the guard pulled forward her feet and
locked them to sides of the post.
Frantically Kate looked over her shoulder. Daisy, having found her,
looking back over her own shoulder, gaped at Kate. The two girls stared in
mutual horror at each other, Daisy hanging from the ceiling, Kate hanging
from the post. Curiously, the chain where Kate thought she might be hung,
next to Daisy, remained dangling freely, unused. There was more than one
way to string up a girl in this small room.
Daisy felt Elsinore place the cane across her young quivering bottom
in preparation for the first stroke. Kate, meanwhile, watched out of the
corner of her eye as the guard walked past her. Against the wall was a
cane much like that used by Elsinore. The guard picked it up and walked to
the middle of the room again. Across from him was Elsinore. The two
looked at each other in mutual conspiracy. Elsinore faced one way, ready
to strike the dangling Daisy, ready to hit Kate, tied to a post near the wall.
ÒOh, how delicious!Ó Kate heard from the hall. The guard hadnÕt
bothered to close the door. Kate swivelled her head back again, and saw
Althea and Susie and Debbi enter the room. They walked casually,
unhurriedly, their nipple rings banging against the tips of their breasts as
they walked, their bare bosoms jiggling freely. Althea still wore panties
but Susie was now naked like Debbi. It made little difference. Except for
their earrings and heels, they were all quite bare.
ÒEEEEEK!Ó Daisy hollared upon seeing the newcomers. She didnÕt like
having witnesses to her very embarrasing posture. Kate wanted to scream
but could not. Instead she just drew in her breath. She was not a little
girl like Daisy, who had to scream at every frightening or embarrasing
situation.
ÒMay we watch, Lady Elsinore?Ó Althea asked.
ÒOnly if you agree to participate,Ó Elsinore answered.
Without the slightest hesitation, Althea walked over to the single
chain which dangled unused. She drew down her panties and watched them
as, at mid-thigh, they suddenly skittered down her legs. She stepped out
of them. She bent and picked them up and held them aloft on one of her
fingers.
ÒShould I hang these up someplace?Ó she asked Elsinore.
ÒOn the wall thereÕs a peg,Ó Elsinore said. Althea turned and walked
over to the wall. Her bottom rolled with her steps and she had to stand on
tip toe to hang up her panties. Then she sauntered back to the dangling
chain and stood underneath it expectantly.
ÒWhen was the last time you were whipped?Ó Elsinore asked her.
ÒA week,Ó Althea answered.
ÒIÕll have to see it happens more often,Ó Elsinore said. ÒA girl of
your experience level should always have a welt or two on her bottom.Ó
Althea shivered. ÒSultan likes to let it heal,Ó she said.
ÒBut a week is too long to do without,Ó Elsinore said. ÒYou girls are
pampered night and day. To let you go without punishment, youÕd soon get
uppity and think yourselves real princesses. And then IÕd come home from
a shopping trip and find myself ousted. We must not have that.Ó She made
Althea turn around so she could inspect her bottom more closely.
Helpfully Althea reached up and grabbed hold of the single remaining chain.
ÒSpread your legs,Ó Elsinore said to her. Althea obeyed, though she opened
herself rather awkwardly, Kate thought, looking back at her. It was as if
she feared ElsinoreÕs inspection.
ÒOH!Ó Althea gasped. Elsinore, venting her bottom, had stabbed a
finger into it.
ÒYouÕre tight,Ó Elsinore said matter-of-factly. ÒWho is in charge of
training your bottom?Ó
ÒNobody right now, ma-am!Ó Althea gasped. Elsinore jammed her
finger higher into her rectum.
ÒWhy is nobody training you?Ó
ÒBecause he got beheaded,Ó Althea answered.
Elsinore pulled out her finger. ÒGo pour some wine for Kate and
Daisy,Ó she said. ÒIÕll attend to you after I see to them.Ó
Althea let go of the chain and settled on her feet again. She asked
Elsinore if Daisy should have her panties removed.
ÒNo, but pick up KateÕs. She left hers on the floor.Ó
ÒTch, so messy,Ó Althea said. She strolled over to where KateÕs
panties had been pulled off by the guard. Her bra lay on the floor beside
them. Kate wanted to explain that the guard had simply stripped her, sheÕd
had no time to hang her things. But a quivering rod placed against her bare
bottom made her think twice about implicating the guard, even if it was
his fault. He was about to begin her whipping.
ÒOh, I should so like to see you pee in your panties, Daisy dear,Ó
Elsinore taunted.
ÒNo oh NO!Ó Daisy cried. She wriggled in her bonds. Alhtea poured
the requested wine into a flute and brought it over to Daisy.
ÒDrink. Drink it all,Ó Althea commanded Daisy. The girl, frightened
into obedience, sipped at the contents of the glass. Elsinore sighted
another stroke on her bottom by placing the rod against her skin. ÒI
certainly hope I donÕt have to hang up wet panties,Ó Althea teased.
ÒOh, IÕm sure to wet them if you wonÕt let me run to the potty,Ó
Daisy blubbered. Althea forced her to drink more wine from the glass.
ÒIÕm ready to begin, Lady Elsinore,Ó the guard told her.
ÒBegin,Ó Elsinore replied. It was a single, short word, but it changed
the state of KateÕs bottom completely. There was a whisking sound,
through the air. One moment her bottom felt cool and comfortable behind
her, despite the stretching of her cuntlips upon the invading prick. The
next moment the cane stuck and Kate found herself screaming at the top of
her lungs. A bright flash of pain blazed across her bottom. She bounded
forward, her legs wrapped along the sides of the post. The big black prick
burrowed into her cunt as she was forced by the cane to mount it.
ÒEEEEEEEE!Ó Kate cried in one long, banshee like scream. Daisy, still
drinking her wine, blubbered it out over her chin. Alhtea kissed stray
droplets off her breasts.
ÒWork. Work yourself upon the cock,Ó the guard, himself
dispossessed of one, ordered Kate. Frenziedly she bucked upon the fake
penis. With each gyration of her hips it drove deeper into her. It made her
gasp aloud, it was so huge. The guard brought his cane down upon her
bottom again the minute her movements began to slow.
ÒYeeeeeee!Ó Kate shouted. She fucked the big prick like some female
animal, out in the barn that lay behind the castle. She was a horse or a
cow, not a human. Again the guard smote her lovely ass. Her resistance at
being penetrated all the way up inside herself broke and she bucked her
hips far forward, forcing the black cock right up to her womb.
ÒGood. Good. Fuck hard upon the cock. It must stretch you,Ó the
guard said. ÒYou must be made ready for giving birth to the SultanÕs
children.
ÒOh I donÕt want to just be a womb,Ó Kate gasped. Each word came
out separately as she bucked upon the cock. Soon her hips were moving as
smoothly as a snakeÕs. They wriggled in a fine undulating motion back and
forth, back and forth. Every few moments the guard would land another
blow of the cane upon her bottom, but lighter now, so as not to disrupt her
movements but merely to spur them on.
SSSSSWHACK! Kate heard behind her. Daisy screamed. The first
blow of the cane had fallen upon her.
ÒThe man is here to pierce their nipples,Ó Susie said to Elsinore.
ÒGood. They will receive him more willingly when they are
exhausted,Ó Elsinore replied absently. She swung her cane in again against
DaisyÕs bottom.
ÒYeeeeeHOOOOO!Ó Daisy wailed. KateÕs cry joined hers as the cane
struck her again. Both girls sounded like greatly distressed songbirds. In
and out the canes swished. Suddenly Daisy gave a particularly plaintive
wail and Kate knew the girl had given up on her bladder and peed in her
panties, perhaps spurred by the whipping itself.
ÒI told you to HOLD it!Ó Elsinore barked at Daisy. The girl broke into
tears. Kate felt tears welling up in her own eyes as the cane did its bitter
work. At first she had been so shocked, so thoroughly invaded, that the
possibilty of crying had been entirely forgotten. But now, biting her lip,
she actively tried to hold them back. She didnÕt want to be a crybaby like
she knew Daisy would be.
SSSSWHACK! The cane struck Kate again. Suddenly, unable to help
herself, she broke into sobs. Simultaneously Daisy began to cry in hopes
of escaping. Big blubbering sobs broke from her lungs as Kate fought, and
failed, to control her own tears.
ÒSuch a little crybaby,Ó Elsinore admonished Daisy. ÒI said you could
scream, not cry. It will spoil your mascara. Take this and this and this if
youÕre going to cry and wet your panties!Ó Elsinore shouted. She fired in
three quick blows of the cane. Each stuck DaisyÕs bare bottom and bounced
off, leaving her cheeks to clench and then rebound, only to be struck again
in their rebounding.
ÒStop. Let me serve her some wine,Ó Althea begged KateÕs
whipmaster. The guard relented for a moment.
ÒHere. Are you thirsty? This will help with the burning,Ó Althea,
once KateÕs chaperone, said to her. She offered Kate the same flute of
wine Daisy had drunk from, but Kate minded not. She sipped quickly at the
wine, greedy for it now. Her bottom hurt terribly and she would do
anything to make her whipping stop, however briefly. And she was little
fonder of the penis jammed up inside her cunt. She took the momentÕs
break to ease back off the big cock. The head remained, she could not get
it out of her. She was too close to the post, as the guard wished her to be.
But she was able to dislodge most of the long black member from herself.
ÒIt will lessen the pain some. I mixed it extra strong,Ó Althea whispered
to Kate. Kate wondered if the wineÕs strength had been mixed strong
enough to help with her nipple piercing, and guessed it might have been.
KateÕs head began to swim. She felt a little lost, forgot a moment
where she was, and felt happy because of it. Then Althea stepped back and
the guard whipped the cane into her again. Kate bucked, felt the juiced
cock slide way up inside her, yelped but minded it less now. The cane felt
like a warm stingy phalanx of bees across her bottom. She felt her cheeks
open behind her as she shoved herself forward rhythmically on the cock.
In, out, in again, lustily, helped by the cane on her fanny.
Daisy, meanwhile, had her panties torn off and tossed against the
wall. Elsinore, angry with the girl for making a big puddle of urine on the
floor, brought the cane up between the girlÕs legs. They were spread wide
and Daisy could only scream as she felt the cane strike her cunt. As the
cane bounced off her pretty nether lips the string attached to its tip
flipped up and gave her a second sting even though the shaft of the cane
was descending beneath her.
WHACK! Again the cane came up, then down, the string giving her an
unwanted second blow as the cane dropped away.
ÒYEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWW!Ó Daisy hollared. She lept like a fish in her
bonds but had noplace to go. Elsinore laughed. Susie and Debbi laughed.
Debbi put a hand to her pussy and began rubbing it sympathetically.
ÒStop playing with yourself,Ó Susie warned her. Debbi, realizing her
error, blushed. She had not even thought of what she was doing, had
simply wanted to help poor Daisy. Unable to caress DaisyÕs pussy, she had
helpfully caressed her own.
Perpetually hard, the black penis continued to thrust up inside Kate
each time she shoved her hips forward. She was growing weary. But the
cane kept at her bottom, never ceasing in its admonition to her. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Kate could barely endure the stolid presence in her now.
It never wavered in its attentiveness. It didnÕt swell or diminish. It
simply stayed put, forcing its way into her at her command.
Daisy cried loudly. Lady Elsinore gave her pussy a stinging
introduction to the cane and then returned to paddling her bottom. The
poor girl could only toss her head back and forth and cry as loudly as
possible in response. Althea, watching, clutched her own bottom, knowing
she would be next. Elsinore would be harsher with her, because she had
lived at the castle for a longer time and held a higher position than the
other girls. She was a chaperone, not merely a trainee. She was expected
to take more and, since she would be chained, she would have no choice but
to meet her mistressÕs expectations.
Elsinore, her hand growing tired, called a halt to the whipping. She
tossed down her cane and ordered the girls and the guard to unchain Daisy
and Kate. She walked briskly to a small wooden bench. She placed a
pillow upon it and sat down. The bar was next to the bench and she
ordered Althea to serve her wine. Althea scurried over to her as Susie and
Debbi went to work unhooking Daisy. The guard undid Kate.
ÒWell, you two have done quite nicely,Ó Elsinore complimented Kate
and Daisy when they were presented to her. They stood with their hands
cuffed behind them, showing her their bushes, their nipples, soon to be
pierced. Both girls had nipples as hard as coral. Their asses burned.
Instinctively they squeezed their cane-reddened bottoms but it did nothing
to lessen the sting. Tears ran freely down their faces, spoiling their
makeup.
ÒTake them to bed,Ó Elsinore said to the guard. ÒThey have
performed well today and need only have their nipples pierced. Susie,
Debbi, run along and put ointment on their bottoms for them. They must be
attended to right away or their skin could be damaged. Hurry, girls! DonÕt
stand there looking at me. I must attend to Althea.Ó
The guard escorted Kate and Daisy from the room. They walked
awkwardly. Their hips swayed excessively behind them. They sobbed as
they walked. Susie and Debbi, wriggling their own bottoms and glad to
have escaped Lady ElsinoreÕs cane, helped them. The foursome, the guard
following them, but pointing the way with his steely eyes, walked down a
stone lined hall to the bedroom that Kate and Daisy shared. The two girls
threw themselves onto their bed. Susie and Debbi climbed in behind them.
Susie took Kate and Debbi took Daisy. The girls opened jars of salve. They
massaged cool slick soothing oil into the girlÕs aching fannies. Kate, still
worried for her breasts, sobbed quietly into her pillow. Daisy cried openly
beside her.
As twilight fell, the girls remained unpierced. Kate stood by her
bed. She wondered at the delay. She had been told she would be pierced at
noon, but plans had obviously been changed. She looked at herself in a
full-length mirror. Daisy lay sleeping behind her. Kate lifted a hand and
pinched at her breasts. Pierced. She repeated the word to herself.
Pierced. Would it hurt? Yes, it would hurt. She had no doubt it would.
She pinched at her nipples with her fingernails. She winced, wondered if
she could train herself in these few minutes before dinner to accept the
pain of a piercing. No, she could not. She could not at all.
Susie and Debbi entered the bedroom, giggling. They waked Daisy.
They cuffed KateÕs hands behind her back with steel handcuffs. The
handcuffs were tight. They cuffed Daisy. The 15-year-old blonde
protested, sleepily, still lost in her dreams.
Kate and Daisy were taken to the bathroom. A tub was filled and
they were put in it. Kate felt like a small child. She could only kneel in
the tub and wait. She was still handcuffed. Susie and Debbi washed Kate
slowly and deliberately. It was as if they were trying to buy time for her.
They washed Daisy slowly. Finally Althea, with too much makeup on,
appeared at the bathroom door and told them to hurry. When she turned to
go out Kate saw long welts across her bare bottom. She wore long boots
and long black gloves.
Kate and Daisy were quickly rinsed and helped from the tub. KateÕs
skin felt like silk. She felt warm, safe, comfortable. She smelled
pleasant. She liked the fresh feeling of the bath. But her bottom hurt, and
she knew her nipples would soon hurt much worse.
The girls were dried with soft towels. Then they were taken back to
the bedroom. Someone had changed their bedding and made their beds up
for them. Upon the bed lay items for them to wear. Strange items. Kate
looked at them and then looked away. She didnÕt like them.
ÒDress. You must dress,Ó Kate heard Susie saying to her a little
later. Kate had tried to shut her mind to the world around her, succeeded a
little, or been frightened into success. Despite urging her to ÔdressÕ, all
Susie offered her was a boot. Kate was made to lift her leg and Susie
worked the boot onto her foot as she stood cuffed by the bed. The boot
went on surprisingly smoothly. It rose to mid-thigh on Kate and then
Susie tied it there. Kate felt the nakedness of her twat between her legs.
The presence of the boot, soon to be joined by another, accentuated it. She
knew somehow she would not be given panties.
Daisy wept but Debbi put a finger to her lips and warned her she
must stop crying. Ever since Daisy had seen the clothes they were to wear
sheÕd been crying. Kate had been so self-possessed with her own fear she
hardly noticed it.
KateÕs handcuffs were replaced with soft leather ones lined with
fur. In the moment her hands were free Kate did not resist. A guard
loomed by the door, looked in, just as she was unloosed, but she would not
have resisted anyway. She knew resistance was quite beside the point
now. Daisy, seeing the guard, chose to behave. Her cuffs were replaced by
Debbi.
ÒAre they tight enough?Ó Susie asked Kate.
ÒToo tight,Ó Daisy replied for them both.
ÒDonÕt lie,Ó Debbi said, and tightened hers.
The girls had collars fitted around their necks. The collars were
chevron collars. They were peaked in front and forced both girls to keep
their chins up high. Next a bit was fitted to KateÕs mouth, and to DaisyÕs.
Then a strip of cloth, which might have been mistaken for something more
useful, proved not to be a bra, or some odd kind of crotch-panties, but a
gag. Each girl was fitted with the gag that lay on her bed. The gags each
kept the wide-mouthed rubber bits in place.
And then the terror came. Susie picked up a black hood off KateÕs
bed. Kate watched with trepidation as Susie shook the hood once, then
fitted it over her head. The world went black before KateÕs eyes and then
reappeared within two eyeholes. There was a place for her nose to poke
through and Susie put a finger under her nose to make sure she was still
breathing. Then she stepped behind Kate and tied the hood tightly around
her neck. The chevron collar kept the hood from being too tight. Then
Susie checked KateÕs breathing again.
ÒGood. You are ready to be pierced,Ó Susie said to Kate. ÒYou can
have dinner afterward.Ó
Daisy rebelled. The guard had to be called in and he held her as the
hood was put over her head.
Susie bent and parted KateÕs legs. She attached a clip to one of her
cuntlips. Kate winced. With the gag on, she could not cry out. She heard
Daisy give a muffled scream as the same was done to her. Susie attached
a leash to KateÕs cunt clip. Debbi did the same to Daisy.
The girls were led from their bedroom. They walked down the long
hall and then turned out into a broader hallway. It was lined with tall
candles. Kate realized there were guests thronging at the end of the hall
and she saw the Sultan there, sitting up on a high throne. Before him, on
the floor, a wooden trestle waited beside a low bench.
Led by their cunts, Kate and Daisy were brought before the Sultan.
They were made to curtsey to him, hooded, their hands cuffed behind them.
Daisy tried to resist and was given a hard slap by Debbi.
ÒDo not resist, Daisy, or you will feel my wrath ten times over,Ó a
voice barked out. It was a femaleÕs voice. Abruptly all four girls turned
their heads. Lady Elsinore stood among the guests. She wore a long
flowing skirt but she was topless. Her hair was exquisitely curled and
piled atop her head. She held a long snaking whip in her right hand. She
wore bracelets on her wrists, on her upper arms. They were black
bracelets. Little carved snakes adorned them.
Kate and Daisy were told to open their legs. Elsinore ordered it, and
Susie and Debbi enforced the new posture. Kate looked down at the
kneeling bench in front of the trestle. It was mounded with pillows to
comfort their knees. Before them, the trestle loomed. It was made of
wood but covered with a substantial black padded cushion. Susie pushed
Kate forward. Falling forward, Kate felt her breasts drop onto the
cushion. It pushed them up, displaying their nakedness. Her breasts were
an offering now. Her nipples stood out stiffly, still oblivous to the danger
they faced. Under her, her legs knelt in a wide-open vee.
Debbi pushed Daisy forward and she fell to her knees. Her bosoms
plopped down onto the trestle. Working quickly, Debbi passed a belt behind
DaisyÕs back. The belt was lined with fur so it would feel comfortable
against DaisyÕs bare back. All was comfort, except for the ceremony Daisy
knew was to follow. She shivered and wept in her bonds. Beside her Kate
was belted against the trestle by Susie. The belts were tightened. The
girls felt themselves held fast against the trestle. Their breasts loomed
out beneath them, pushed up and offered by the trestleÕs thick firm
padding.
KateÕs boots stuck out off the bench behind her. A ring was passed
over the heel of each of her boots. It connected, by a length of taut chain,
to the floor. Kate felt herself trapped. But, despite the precautions, one
more was taken. A strap was passed behind each of her knees and then
attached to the trestle in front of her. Now she could not stand and she
could barely do more than swivel her head or rotate her bottom. With her
legs apart, she felt her cunny naked beneath her, all vulnerable, and she
wondered if any plans had been made for it. She did not have to wonder
long. As soon as Daisy was secured, Susie and Debbi each went to the
Sultan and recieved a large ersatz prick from him. They returned to their
charges and knelt behind them. They each oiled up the prick theyÕd been
given with a squirt bottle of oil handed to them by Elsinore.
Kate gasped as a fake cock was suddenly rammed up her by Debbi.
Susie screeched behind her gag. When the cocks were intruded, which took
several minutes, a harness was fitted to each girlÕs waist to keep the fake
prick inside.
A man strode forth. He was slender but well-built. He undressed
before the girls, taking off a robe, then trousers, finally his underpants.
To the astonishment of the crowd he produced a fine penis when his shorts
were pulled down.
Leaving on just a black mask and sylish walking boots, the man
showed his penis to the Sultan.
ÒSultan, may I keep my cock in your presence?Ó the man asked. Kate
guessed the question was rhetorical, for as he spoke he flourished his
manhood at the Sultan.
ÒYes, as we agreed, you may. But put a cock ring on it,Ó the Sultan
said. ÒAnd see that it is painfully tight. Lady Elsinore, would you do him,
please?Ó
With a swagger of her lovely hips, Lady Elsinore walked out to the
man. She seemed especially pleased by his cock. She bent and kissed it
and then, kneeling, she was given a cock ring by a guard, who held a sharp
scythe in his other hand lest the Sultan should change his mind.
ÒMy, IÕm so happy the last ringmaster got himself beheaded,Ó Lady
Elsinore purred. She was bare breasted and she stuck the new
ringmasterÕs penis between her ample breasts to hold it. Then, working
with open admiration, she nonetheless tightened a strap around the manÕs
balls and then passed a second strap, attached to the first, up and over the
base of his penis.
ÒAck! Not so tight!Ó the ringmaster said.
ÒYou must not feel pleasure. Only the sultan may feel pleasure,Ó
Lady Elsinore said. He rose from between her bosoms. She studied his
aching cock a moment and then let go of him. ÒHow brave you are to come
before the Sultan,Ó she said. She kissed the tip of his cock.
ÒThe moneyÕs what counts,Ó the man replied. ÒJust so I get out of
here with my dick still in one piece.Ó
ÒPierce the girls,Ó she told him. ÒTheir breasts are ready for you.Ó
Kate closed her eyes. She couldnÕt bear to look at even such a fine
penis as the man before her sported. She squeezed back tears. She had
gone too far, she told herself. Yet, despite Daisy struggling beside her,
trapped in her bonds, Kate made no move to rise. She would accpet. She
would accpet the rings and, later, she would accept the brands with the
SultanÕs initials on them. She would bear his children in the barn behind
the castle. She would ride the rocking horse with the cock sticking up
from the saddle to stretch her cunt for him.
Kate felt a finger touch her breast. She flinched. It squeezed her
right nipple and held it. Kate stilled herself. It stroked across the tip of
her nipple. The touch was feathery-soft and caressing. It felt like the
last thing in the world it wanted to do was hurt her. Yet, opening her eyes
just a little, she saw, lying next to the man on the floor, a gun laid there
by the guard with the scythe. It was a needle gun. It would be used to
pierce her and when she saw it she snapped her eyes shut.
She tried not to breathe. Somewhere beside her Daisy, despite her
gag, was crying. Oil was squirted onto her nipples. Then the finger
touched her again, just on her nipples, and rubbed the dripping oil into her
flesh. Her pink nipples felt wet and when the man leaned forward his
breath on her bosom, she felt a sudden warmth as he blew on her nipples.
ÒOh!Ó Kate cried somewhere behind her gag. He put a finger beneath
her nose to check that she was still breathing. She was. He seemed
concerned for her welfare. She liked that. But when she opened her eyes
the needle gun was still there, and fearfully she shut out the world again
behind her long lashes.
For a long time the man blew on her nipples. It made her quiver, the
way her nipples warmed whenever he blew on them. The warmth was
almost burny. She wished he would stop. It tormented her. She wanted
her nipples to be pierced, if they must be pierced, so she could get up and
leave.
Daisy sqirmed beside her. It was impossible to make out what the
gagged girl was saying but she guessed Daisy wished to tell someone she
had to go to the bathroom.
Ice! Suddenly, as Kate thought of Daisy and how she might have to
pee, she felt the cold wetness of ice upon her. The contrast of it against
her burning hot breathed-upon nipples was startling. Her eyes flew open
and she saw the manÕs face close, grinning at her. His mask hid his
features but she could tell somehow, by his eyes, that he was grinning.
She liked his eyes. They were bold intense eyes, blue as the desert sky.
He passed the ice around and over her nipples, almost freezing them off
her, making her buck and flinch and somehow, despite the pin gun lying on
the floor at his knees, she liked how he was firm with her and tormented
her with the ice. She just wished she could keep her nipples intact at the
end of his game.
She shut her eyes again. Passion was welling within her. The big
artificial cock filled her, stabbing deep into her, and she was glad of it
suddenly, as if it were his. But she felt still empty somehow, for it was
not his, and the trestle stood between her small buzzing naked clitty and
his fingers.
A mouth came to her right nipple. The manÕs mouth, with his
stubbled face pressing against her breast. He sucked hard. She wanted to
scream. She loved his suckling of her tits, first one, then the other, and
she hated herself for loving him so. She must be pierced soon. This could
not go on much longer. She could hear the crowd growing restless around
her. The Sultan coughed.
ÒShe is quite ready, I can assure you,Ó Lady Elsinore interrupted.
She spoke to the man, and grabbed him by his hair, and pulled his head
back, for he was reluctant to take his mouth from KateÕs nipples, as if he
were her child and she his mother. ÒIÕve never seen such hard little tits,Ó
Lady Elsinore said admiringly. She gazed at KateÕs wet nipples and Kate
steeled herself for the pin gun. There was no hope. She was bound,
gagged. Her nipples would be forever changed by the Sultan and she would
be owned by him forever. In his horrible castle where he treated her like a
princess but didnÕt love her.
Kate could feel the tension in the room and she could feel it in her
back, in her swollen hurting bottom, in her lovely long thighs and her
well-turned calves and her feet. The boots clung to her legs like shackles.
She tossed her hair. It was all she could do to prepare herself.
Suddenly, beside her, she heard a wetting sound. Daisy, in her fright,
was peeing! She opened her eyes and tried to turn her head but the chevron
collar prevented it.
ÒDaisy! You pee like a dog!Ó Kate heard Lady Elsinore say.
Suddenly there was a commotion. Kate heard voices. Urgent voices.
She tried to tie the voices to the nautiness of DaisyÕs peeing but she
couldnÕt.
ÒI say! WeÕre here, good man!Ó Kate heard in a clipped British accent
some distance behind her.
Gunshots went off. First one, then another, and suddenly there was
confusion swirling all around Kate. To her intense surprise she saw the
man who was to pierce her nipples jump up and hurl the pin gun at the
Sultan. He was hit in the face and blood spurted from his face and he fell
from his throne.
A huge neutered guard attacked the masked man whoÕd come to
pierce her nipples. He swung at the manÕs stiff cockringed penis and just
missed it with his scythe. The man in the mask executed a judo maneuver
and suddenly the guard went up and over him, despite his weight, and fell
sprawling behind him to the floor.
Now the masked man really sprang into action. Tearing the mask
from his face, so he could see more clearly, he bent and picked up the
guardÕs scythe. No sooner had he retreieved the scythe than another guard
came at him.
ÒTrent!Ó Kate cried. It was her love! The one whoÕd sheÕd been with
so long ago at MarieÕs, and then spurned. As she watched, barely able to
breathe from fright and excitement, Trent battled the guard and managed
to elude the guardÕs scythe and sent his own borrowed scythe stabbing
into the guardÕs groin.
ÒAughghghck!Ó the guard cried. He clapped his hands to his groin.
ÒWell, IÕve made a man out of you,Ó Trent laughed, for the scythe
stuck up out of the guardÕs groin like a penis might have, had the Sultan
not removed it years ago. TrentÕs own capable weapon stuck out stiffly in
front of him. He had no time to enjoy the agony of the guard in front of
him, though, for another rushed at him, from behind. Trent scooped up a
scythe dropped by the second guard when he stabbed him with the scythe
from the first. Turning, he flung it into the third guard before the guard
could reach him.
ÒI say, man, you put Extreme Fighting to shame,Ó an English voice
said. An Arabian man dashed past the trestle where Kate was kneeling.
She blanched. There was no defense. The English-sounding Arab had a gun.
As Kate held her breath, sure that her lover was finished, the Arab
reached Trent. He handed him his gun. He unholstered another from his
belt and began firing, with careful and deliberate aim, but quickly, into
the crowd.
ÒJust the guards, man. Not the people,Ó the Arab warned Trent as
Trent took aim with his gun.
Together they finished off the guards. Other armed men moved in
and detained the guests, who were all unarmed, thanks to a rule of the
Sultan. Looking foolish, he lay at the foot of his throne. His face showed
a large gash and blood flowed from it. He appeared unconscious.
ÒSomeone see to that wound and then tie him,Ó the Arab with Trent
commanded his men. ÒIt would not do to kill a prince of the House of
Fahd.Ó
The next day Kate, her bottom still hurting, found herself sitting
next to Trent on an airplane. Daisy, in the window seat, munched peanuts
beside her. A stewardess appeared and Trent ordered drinks for herself
and him and a coke for Daisy.
ÒOhhh, I want a Gin and Tonic too!Ó Daisy whined.
ÒWhat shall we do with her?Ó Kate asked Trent, and slapped her
friend on the arm. Curiously, Daisy did not slap Kate back but merely
pouted.
ÒI donÕt mind two girls living with me,Ó Trent said.
ÒWell, Daisy was used horribly by her uncle, so itÕs just as well she
doesnÕt go back to him,Ó Kate said.
ÒHe had tasty sperm!Ó Daisy said. Kate frowned at her. ÒBut I still
want to live with you,Ó Daisy added.
ÒJust be glad that in searching for you I ran into an Arab student
who was willing to help you,Ó Trent said. ÒHe finds you very attractive.Ó
ÒI suppose I must thank him somehow,Ó Kate mused.
ÒI said I would make you ÔaÕ slave, but I never said you could just
freelance,Ó Trent told her.
ÒHe is quite handsome,Ó Kate said.
The stewardess served their drinks. The Arab appeared soon after,
grinning. He gazed unobtrusively into the front of KateÕs low cut blouse.
ÒI want to thank you again, sir,Ó Kate said to him.
ÒIt is nothing. I was bored studying in England,Ó he replied. ÒNow I
have to go back, of course.Ó
ÒWell perhaps I can ease your boredom a little, now that youÕve freed
me from the Sultan,Ó Kate said.
ÒI wish he was dead. HeÕs a big fat toad!Ó Daisy piped up.
ÒAh, I mustnÕt kill him,Ó the student said. ÒBut roughing him up a
little is fine, provided my government doesnÕt find out who did it.Ó
ÒSo you think?Ó Trent asked.
ÒYes,Ó the Arab replied, taking another swig of his drink. ÒThe
operation proved remarkably successful. Perhaps one day I shall return,
and try my luck with a more formidable target.Ó
Kate gulped. She had little doubt who he meant. The king himself.
She could tell by the demeanor of this fiery young student that he eyed the
kingÕs throne for himself.
ÒWell, I owe you one,Ó Trent said.
ÒNot at all, man. Although of course if I need your help IÕll certainly
ask for it,Ó the Arab replied. He eyed Kate again. She could not decide
whether she liked him better with the beard heÕd worn yesterday, or the
clean-shaven face he sported today.
ÒUntil then,Ó the Arab said, and lifted his glass to Kate, but seemed
to be speaking to Trent.
ÒUh, yes, until then,Ó Trent replied. Kate wondered whether the Arab
referred to his planned overthrow of the king or his bedding of Kate.
ÒUntil then,Ó she smiled at him, shifting in her seat a little. He
smiled back at her. And she realized he referred to both.
THE END
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