Her buttocks were lifted; she held her breath; her eyes were wide, for suddenly, she thought he would open her and smack her in her split. 'Keep still, Princess.' Again the cheeks were lifted apart. She gasped. A fingertip touched her, precisely in the centre. It was held there while the cheeks were drawn more tightly apart. Then the fingertip began to rub, back and forth across the mouth of the funnel of silky black flesh. She shuddered and the fingertip withdrew.
'Has the captain examined you?' the voice asked calmly. Anya stopped breathing. 'Answer me ... Has he examined you here?' The fingertip pressed against the funnel.
'Yes ...' she whispered, then she closed her eyes and she relived that first deep drawing feeling, as the captain had stood above her, watching her so coolly, while he touched her there. The touch, so brief yet searching, had triggered memories so profound, memories of prolonged submission and of pleasures sweet as warm mulled wine dripped slowly in her throat.
'Did he say anything?'
'No,' she answered quickly, then remembered. He had said something and now the memory made her blush with shame.
'And he expects you in his cabin, tonight?'
'Yes,' she whispered softly to the mast.
'I see.' He took hold of her right leg behind the knee and lifted it, so her foot slipped out of the ring, then he bent the leg and raised the knee to the level of her waist. 'Keep it there.' He left her and began doing something behind her, at the table. Then he returned. 'Keep your leg up.' She was very frightened. The finger again touched the mouth of her bottom. It smeared something on it. A small dollop of something soft and cool - a paste - now filled the small well. She found it very difficult to keep her leg up. Her leg ached. She heard him unhurriedly drying his fingers on a cloth. 'Keep still.' She pressed her hot flushed cheek against the wood and closed her eyes. 'Relax ...' But that threat only made her buttocks tense. What was it he had put there? She felt his hand pressing against the left cheek of her bottom. The hand held the strap and the leather dangled down and brushed against her thigh. 'Relax it ...'
It, he had said. Waves of premonition kissed the small and painted mouth. He took the leg that was bent and raised it higher, until her knee lifted her jacket away and brushed against her breast. Then something touched her; something small and round was being slowly turned and pressed against her bottom. The waves of delicious fear came stronger; the cool paste spread against her. The pressure increased. 'Push ... There ...' Her bottom opened and the cool paste slipped within. Then the narrow object holding her bottom open slowly turned. The peculiar feeling - deep and drawing inside her, the same one that she had experienced when the captain touched her bottom - came again. But this time it was stronger.
She could hear Kasger's breathing; she could feel this thing that held her body open slowly turning inside her, while her leg was tucked up high, while her belly trembled and her short curls brushed and snagged and twitched against the rough wood of the mast. Her leg was then released, but Anya did not lower it. She kept it pressed against the mast. Kasger stood back and watched her body's gentle shaking cause the leather strap to sway upon its ring and to kiss against the hard tense muscle of her upper thigh.
The handle of the strap was taken out of her. As she was wiped dry with a cloth, she felt her face and neck turning hot. She was overwhelmed with shame at the feelings that this terrible intimacy had provoked. And she was afraid too - of what this man had done, of what he might have put inside her - the paste. Already, she could feel something, a soft warmth there. But most of all, she was frightened by the thought of what these preparations might mean, and of how they might relate to the captain - what he might want to do. Her leg was lowered and carefully replaced within its ring, so the cheeks of her bottom were kept apart. The half-gloved hand patted them. 'You are learning,' he whispered, 'but we are not finished yet.'
The cloth was returned to the table, then the strap was hung on a hook above her head, leaving Kasger with both hands free to explore her. Reaching beneath, he took her fleshpot, still sticky and half swollen from Travix's prolonged touching. The fingertips took the coated, clinging, roughened curls and pulled the lips apart, then the two thumbs slipped within to test their fleshy thickness, and though Anya did not want it so, her tiny tip of pleasure bestirred itself to make a bone. Each lip was squeezed between a finger and thumb; each lip thickened quickly. The thumbs slipped out, then the lips were held together - not squeezed now, but simply held - in the fingers of one hand. The fingers of the other hand, beneath her jacket, stroked the smooth skin in the small of her back. They found the sensitive downy hair and brushed against it gently while, between her legs, her flesh was held with the small bone of pleasure trapped inside. The fingers slowly moved her flesh lips and her body stayed still and tense; the small bone peeped out from its hood and her body seeped new oil which liquefied that stickiness, wet those curls and soaked into the leather of his glove. She murmured softly, though she did not want it so.
The hands released her sex and stopped stroking her back. They lifted and separated her thighs, to leave her swollen purse exposed between them. Anya gasped, for she felt the buckle of his belt press against her bottom. Something nudged between her open thighs and touched against her at the front. It felt hard but warm and very smooth, covered in a fine soft skin. The cockstem sleeved in soft matt leather stroked her lips, then pressed until its smooth head cleaved her purse apart. It pressed against the entrance, holding the lips open. And with Anya's flesh so tight and swollen, and the cockhead thicker by virtue of its extra skin, the mouth of her sex was distended. The inner surface clung about the leather like a pouted thick-lipped mouth. 'Stay on your toes,' he whispered.
The fingertips pressed her sex lips round the plum, trying to form them into a third skin over it. Yet those lips were too full of fluid; they were far too thick, so when the fingers squeezed them, the pressure was turned into pain. But the pain in so hard and sensitive and sexual a part was partly pleasure. It was not a stabbing pain but a slow pressure of bursting in each flesh lip which Anya could feel not only in her sex but also up into her belly. And when the fingertips pressed upwards to trap the swollen hood, the feeling was sweet. It made her neck arch back and her belly slowly curve to meet the pleasure of distension. The fingers slipped the hood against the bone beneath it, then touched the bone itself and Anya's body stiffened. Kasger grunted; Anya murmured and the fingers carefully explored her. She wanted to close her legs and squeeze. She could not; her feet were captive in the rings; her knees were kept open against the mast; her buttocks were separated. And now, with her sex lips still distended about the soft capped plum, her nubbin was being tortured inchmeal by the slow slip of the swollen hood and the inquisitive tip of an index finger. Yet the feeling was delicious. If that feeling were to continue, her belly would surely burst.
The squeezing now resumed and the pain of pressure became unbearable. Anya tried to push, to bed the thick plum deeper in her body. Kasger would not let her do this; he wanted the entrance to her sex held wide. Moving up again from between her legs, the fingertips concentrated only on the small raw and now fully projecting bone of Anya's nubbin. And to Anya, it felt as if the bone had pierced her sex lips and they were seeping fluid on to the fingers and around that cockhead that so cruelly held her open. Again she tried to push; again that push was thwarted. The fingertips just held the hood back and kept it so while her bottom cheeks were lifted on his hands; the pressure tightened and it was as if everything between her legs would burst. Her feet were almost lifted from the rings. She was breathing faster and faster, pulling herself up by her arms now, trying to pull her body forwards to press her belly to the mast, but the hands against her creases simply held her, cruelly tight, cruelly open, with her nubbin pushed out hard, with her buttocks in the air.
When Kasger was ready, he lowered Anya. The fingers gave one last painful squeeze about her sex lips before the leather cockhead was withdrawn. Her lips, hot and swollen, tried to cleave to it at first, then slowly closed. So sensitised was that flesh now that even their touching together sent a soft wave of pleasure up inside her belly. But it was a pleasure that only added to her wanting. She pressed her head against the mast, for she knew that what she had suffered at this man's hands was a torture - as surely as if the flesh between her legs, instead of being stimulated with this pressure-pleasure, had been systematically whipped with a thin and supple switch.
The voice came. Anya's body jerked, for the voice was Travix's.
'Kasger! I see you have found time to amuse yourself with the Princess.' Kasger coughed and immediately moved away. Travix approached. Out of the corner of her eye, Anya glimpsed the pale blue suit, the lifted hand, the lightly ruffled wrist. She shuddered when the cool hand came to rest upon the patch of warm perspiration in the small of her back. The hand moved down and smoothed across her bottom, making it tremble, triggering the deep feeling inside. The fingers rubbed the surface of the skin, then nipped the flesh tightly, twice, making Anya cry out.
'You have not smacked her yet?' Travix asked.
'No, I thought that you -'
'Quite right ... Quite right.' The second time she said it, the words were rasped through clenched teeth. The fingers continued downwards. The lower part of Anya's right buttock was taken between a finger and a thumb and pinched very hard indeed, until she screamed, then pinched again, harder. The fingers moved closer to the join of the cheeks. With the collusion of other fingers, not yet warmed by contact with her flesh, the cheeks were opened and again the feeling came. 'The unction has been administered?' Anya's teeth began to chatter. The cooler fingers took hold of the flesh very close to the small puckered mouth. 'But have you forgotten, Kasger? She is a prince's lady ...' And now the fingers nipped her more wickedly than ever, in that very tender place. 'Keep open, Princess. There ...' said Travix and she just kept nipping in that one place until the screams had shattered to gasping sobs of supplication and the belly had tried to push itself through the mast in a vain attempt to get away. Both sets of fingers then moved unwaveringly below, between Anya's legs.
'Oh, please. Pp-please ...' she whimpered, 'Ooooh ...' The grip, dispassionate, came so firmly that the short nails of the finger and thumb seemed to touch each other through the lips. Anya's fingernails clawed the wood, but the grip was not released. Yet a soft whisper came into Anya's ear. 'I will teach you pleasure, Princess, and I will teach you pain.' The sex lips were now twisted. Anya screamed continuously as she rose up on her toes; the tears rolled down her cheeks, but Travix was unmoved. The grip was held, the twist increased; the soft wrist ruffle brushed between the shuddering thighs. 'Is that understood, my sweet?' Travix whispered, softer than before.
'Yes ... Yeeesss.' Suddenly the fingers sprang apart. And now the pain was excruciating, as if her sex lips had been bathed in burning oil. Travix moved away to address Kasger.
'And now, the spanking. Lift her from the mast. Bring her over here.' Then Travix held up Anya's tearstained chin and laughed: 'Do not look so downcast, Princess.' Her eyes sparkled; her single earring glinted as she wiped the tears away and watched the deepening frown on Anya's face. 'We have a proxy for this pleasure. A whipping girl to take your punishment - for though we may perhaps be permitted a little nip, we can hardly spank a princess on her first day, can we?' Travix bowed and held her arm out. 'Step forward, little one.'
Anya's jaw fell. 'No, please. You cannot ...' But Travix had already taken Niri's hand and led her into the middle of the room. She began stroking the girl's dark shining hair. Niri seemed very afraid of Travix and cowered away whenever Travix made any sudden move, as if she expected to be hit. She was small and very beautiful, and also very young - too young and tender to be treated in this way. Her long hair hung straight down between her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and uniformly bronze and her breasts had large brown conical nipples. 'A fair substitute for a Princess, do you feel?' Anya's heart sank even further, for it was certain now what Travix meant to do to this innocent girl. It was clear that Niri knew too, whether she understood the words or not. Her eyes were pleading as Travix turned her to the side, then ran her palm over the rounded surface of her buttocks, then made her turn fully and spread. Travix's hand slipped underneath and the girl lifted slightly. Anya's cheeks coloured. Travix noticed this, for she was looking at Anya while she continued to touch the girl. 'We must dispel her fears, prepare her ...' she explained as Niri's ankles lifted higher. The smooth thighs moved apart a little, then together, about the hand that held her, making the small round buttocks tighten. Niri murmured softly. At a nod from Travix, Kasger moved Anya's feet apart. Her elbows were pinned behind her back, but otherwise, he did not touch her. Yet Anya felt it - the tightness in her belly, the warmth in her bottom and the slow swelling pressure in that flesh which Travix had nipped. But as she watched what Travix was doing to Niri, the ache within Anya's sex lips was no longer the ache of pain.
Travix next edged Niri to the mast and slipped the brass rings over her wrists. She stood back. Niri's hair hung straight down her back and brushed against the swell of her bottom. Not content with this arrangement, Travix lifted the hair, gently eased it over Niri's shoulder and under her right arm so it lay against her breast. It made Niri's head turn to the left. It emphasised the smooth curve of her back. And it left her bottom completely exposed. Travix lifted each small slim ankle through a ring. Once the feet were placed, the knees had to remain very slightly bent to accommodate the angle and the spread and the bottom formed two quite separate globes. Travix stroked each globe. She stood to the side while she did this, that Anya might witness her fingers test the separation. Travix looked thoughtful; the fingers gently moved and Niri murmured. When the fingers entered and the legs began to tremble, Travix looked straight at Anya and Anya turned bright red. The fingers then withdrew and gently patted the bottom.