Travix left the girl, came over and sat on the seat beside the table. She bade Kasger release Anya and had Anya stand to her right. 'You would not wish to miss this, I am sure,' she said to Anya, as she poured herself a cup of wine. She wetted her middle finger in the wine, then, watching it circle slowly round the rim of the cup, she said in a low voice, weighing every phrase: 'Use the strap, Kasger. Use it only on her bottom. Then play with her a little. But -' the circling finger stopped; she looked directly at Kasger now - 'do not bring her on. That pleasure is for me.' Niri whimpered, as if she had understood.
Anya looked at the woman beside her, so calm, so cruel. She felt a hard lump rising in her throat. Travix glanced up at Anya and when the cold blue eyes touched hers, Anya shivered. Travix's wine-wet middle finger reached. It stroked slowly down over Anya's trembling belly, then lifted and slipped into Travix's mouth. At intervals, this gesture was repeated. Anya stood with legs apart while the wine trickled down her skin.
The strap was taken from the hook above the girl. Kasger's leather sheathed cock stood brazenly hard. Anya could not take her eyes from it - until the strap swung back on its pivot ring through the wood. At the sound, the buttocks tensed to two hard balls pressed tight together. The leather swept forward. Crack! Anya jumped; the buttocks shook; the girl went rigid. From the corner of her eye, Anya saw Travix remove something from her pocket. It was the brushed velvet cloth. The feeling of fear, of delicious anticipation, came between Anya's parted thighs. 'Spread your legs wider, my Princess ...' At the second smack, Travix gathered Anya's pulsing sex lips in the soft cool velvet; at the mast, Niri burst into tears. 'Smack her harder,' said Travix. 'I want to see her buttocks jump.' This time the strap swung down and back, then it was delivered in an upward cut that lifted the cheeks and made Niri, in an effort to escape the pain, force her belly against the mast. 'Good,' said Travix. And against this torture, as the smacks kept coming, all Anya could feel was the delicious stroke of velvet pleasure between her open thighs. Kasger changed hands and moved round. Niri's belly was pinned to the mast for this second smacking, but her buttocks remained free to move. Anya felt her sex lips gently nested, softly squeezed, each time the strap smacked home. The stripes of cherry red grew plump upon the pale bronze struggling cheeks.
The smacking stopped. Travix sat back and spread the cloth upon her thigh. There was a small dark patch in the centre. Her fingertips now lay against this dampness, tasting it, as she took a draught of wine. Kasger hung up the strap and began to rub the cheeks that he had punished. His hand moved beneath, searching. Niri's sobs gradually turned to murmurs of uncertainty then, finally, assent. Her knees bent a little more; her body moved fractionally down the mast and her fingers gripped the rings. One of Kasger's hands pressed against the small of Niri's back whilst the other worked beneath. Travix took another drink.
Niri began to gasp and the cup hesitated a fraction of an inch from Travix's lip. Her tongue slipped out and slowly licked the golden rim. The fingers underneath Niri withdrew. She was encouraged up on to her toes. Then the strap was lifted down. Travix put the cup down and carefully moulded the cloth into the hollow of her palm.
'Open your legs,' she murmured. Anya's belly sank; there was a buzzing in her ears. The velvet slowly gathered the thick warm fleshy droplet and very softly moved. Across the room, Niri began to whimper as Kasger stepped to the other side. The strap swung back, licked forward, smacked; the buttocks bounced; the tears flowed freely. Throughout the smacking, as the cheeks, already red, turned even redder, Travix's fingertips milked Anya's fleshpot gently and precisely through the velvet. Anya's belly slowly arched, her legs bowed outwards and she tried to place her flesh more fully into this velvet milking cup. 'Keep still,' Travix whispered. The squeezing stopped and the lips of the sex were simply held while the back of Travix's fingers brushed the tight curve of Anya's belly. Kasger changed sides again. Anya felt as if her belly was melting. At the first smack, the velvet moved, brushing against the smooth bare skin where her flesh lips joined her body. Then each subsequent smack was accompanied by a slowly sucking pull. Anya's body delivered up its honeydew, which seeped into the velvet.
Once again, the smacking stopped. The sobbing gradually abated. The cheeks, striped with bright red horizontal bars, were parted and held wide while Kasger touched the tender flesh about the small dark eye within. He stroked the eye until the legs began to move and the belly tried to thrust against the mast.
'Smack it.' For the first time, Travix's breathing was uneven. 'Smack it, quickly!' Travix's fingers, through the velvet, found the bone of Anya's nubbin.
At the mast, the buttocks moved to try to escape; the small slim ankles even tried to lift out from the rings. But the cheeks were held firmly open with one hand, the strap was held in the middle to make it shorter - easier to direct - and smacked down, as instructed, quickly. The dark eye pulsed. 'Again!' Niri tried to squeeze her buttocks shut. Kasger held her open. The small smack sounded, against the tender eye. 'Lift her!' Kasger's hand thrust up between Niri's legs and spread under her belly. He grunted. Niri's ankles slipped out from the rings and her legs dangled down about his forearm; the cheeks lay widely separated. 'Now!' Kasger lifted the belly even higher and smacked the strap repeatedly against the tender funnel. The back arched down, the legs shook, the small mouth palpitated and the belly wriggled in his hand until Travix cried, 'Enough!' She released Anya's pulsing sex, folded the wetted velvet, placed it in her pocket and pushed Anya carelessly aside. 'Now bring her here.'
The young girl's face was tearstained. Her eyes were puffy. Travix moved her chair a little away from the table. 'Here, my darling ... On my knee,' she said softly. Kasger, leaning against the wall, his cockstem now subsiding, watched with interest. Anya had no option but to stand there. The girl, being shorter than Anya, was quite small compared to Travix, who made her lie face up across her knee. She began playing with her nipples, lifting and turning them, rubbing them between two fingers and a thumb. Gradually, Niri's thighs relaxed. Suddenly, Anya realised that between those thighs, Niri was bare - not partly shaved, as she had thought, but totally bare: the fine spray of black-brown lines above the smooth pouch was not hair at all but threads and tiny dots of colour somehow painted into Niri's naked skin and patterned to look like hair.
'Did it hurt, my darling?' Travix whispered. 'Let me look. Lift. Bend your knees. Oh ...' The bright red bands glowed across the uplifted bottom. Travix touched it tentatively and Niri murmured. The murmur became a sigh as Travix fully parted the knees to open out the cheeks. She touched the matt, pale bronze-coloured skin between them, then the dark bronze fleshy eye, until it tightened. The fingers moved to the front, eased the small lips back and Anya gasped. Something bedded between the lips had glinted. The hood was teased back. And what Anya saw beneath it made a tiny tumbling shudder come between her legs, as if her bud were being rubbed with the cold stem of a needle. For pierced through Niri's little nubbin was a tiny gold ring. Travix's short nails tried to lift this ring, then the fingertips rubbed around it. Niri cooed; her belly rippled. Finally, the fingers moved away, leaving the nubbin poked out hard and the tiny ring upstanding. The hood slipped back a little but would no longer close about the ring, which formed a minute lengthwise glinting arc at the junction of the lips. The fingertips were now wetted and applied. Niri had difficulty controlling her breathing as the fingertips massaged the small ringed bud. Next, one set of fingers held the flesh hood back and the other set moved, first to Travix's lips then, glistening, to the nubbin, then down to press against the small eye in the groove. Back and forth went the fingers until the knees jerked, the small eye opened to that touch and for the first time, Niri spoke.
'Niri,' she said, which to Anya seemed a very strange thing for her to say. The fingers were wetted more thickly with saliva, which was smeared around the sex lips and the hood. And now the ring was very carefully turned, fed gradually through the nubbin. 'Niri?' the girl began to whimper urgently as her belly progressively lifted.
'Kasger ... Our guest. Make her comfortable.' Travix took time to wave an arm in the direction of the wall.
'No ...' said Anya softly, fearfully, guessing what Travix meant. But Kasger, his cock quite rigid now, lifted her body easily and carried her. With Anya facing into the room, her thighs were held apart above the smooth horizontal pole projecting from the wall. Very slowly, she was lowered. The cold wood touched her thighs and spread them. Her hot lips touched the wood, then curled to the side. Her toes touched the floor. Unsatisfied, Kasger lifted her again. A line of wet was brushed against the polished wood and it glinted in the light. Her purse was straightened; again she was lowered. Her sex lips split about the broad curve of the wood. He grunted. Her arms were fastened behind her to the large rings on the wall, her knees were drawn back and her ankles were roped together across the pole. Kasger supported her trussed-up body while he made sure her thighs were fully opened. Then he checked that the hot wet sex lips still lay apart before allowing her belly to roll forwards until her ankles lifted and her open fleshpot suckered down upon the polished wood. He adjusted the tension in the rope until he felt the pivot point was right and he checked it with his fingers.
'There,' said Travix. 'That should help you, Princess. Niri is quite near now, but for you, my darling, there is still some little way to go.' She held her hand out. Kasger took two items from a drawer below the table and placed them by her wrist. Anya knew what one of them must be. It was in a jar. Though her flesh was numb, she could feel the warmth still, in her bottom. 'Shhh ...' said Travix when Niri whimpered. 'She is frightened,' Travix explained. 'She thinks that I will put her to the captain.' And that made Anya feel afraid again of the contents of the jar and of what all of this might imply for her.
The fingers, having dipped into the jar, smeared the pale blue ointment into the small dark eye between the open cheeks. Travix wiped her fingers on the cloth that Kasger handed her, then took the second item, which was cylindrical, very heavy and sheathed in blue silk. Travix slipped it from its casing, handling it carefully. 'Good ... very cold,' she said, wrapping the silk around the base. It appeared to be made of gold. It was thick but with a rounded end, necked an inch or so below the crown. She took no notice of Niri's protests but made the girl arch backwards, so her whole body formed a curve and her long hair spread across the floor, and she kept her knees bent tight. She also kept the lips of Niri's sex held open, with the outer fingers of one hand. The blue ruffled wrist brushed Niri's painted naked lower belly. The middle finger gently stimulated the places where the gold ring pierced the nubbin. And all this while, the hard round golden pressure was applied to the slippery eye, which in due course opened, making Niri gasp against the sudden shock of cold, then grip the tighter about the bulb as it very slowly turned. When the knees tried to close, Travix waited. Niri kept them open. Niri understood. Travix fitted her palm to the roundness of that belly and pressed, and as she did so, gently twisted the cylinder of gold, until Niri murmured, 'Niri ...' whereupon Travix bent forward, down, and pushed her tongue out.
Anya watched the tongue snake round the nubbin ring as the cylinder was gently pulled and then Niri's belly burst. Her back arched to a curve so sharp her forehead touched the floor, then pressed against it while the tongue snaked leisurely round the nubbin for three more wriggling turns, then hooked through the small gold ring and lifted. The tongue-tip formed a small pink snake head encircled by the ring. The snake head pushed, withdrew, then pushed again and lifted; Niri's belly burst a second time. The snake shrank back, leaving a small pool of saliva gathered in the tiny fleshy hollow around the bright gold ring. The severed lip pouted and the tongue tubed beneath it to sip from this small clear pool of spittle infused with Niri's heat.
Travix - calm, relaxed - then sat up and watched Niri's body continue to heave and shudder. She waited until the shudders softened, then placed her arm beneath the shoulders - heavy now, a dead weight though the girl was slight - and raised the pliant body. The heavy eyelids opened and the girl looked into her eyes. Travix offered her lips. The girl, reaching up, sucked softly upon the pink contusion once, then again very fully. Her small moist tongue slipped out and touched the line of sever. Anya shuddered; between her legs, though her flesh was numb, she still felt swollen. In her belly was a peculiar tightness. Travix stroked the girl's breasts, touched the hard conical nipples tenderly, then opened the buttocks and very gently removed the gold cylinder against the reluctance of the gripping fleshy ring. At that critical point of distension before the cylinder slipped free, the girl reached up and kissed Travix again. And again the tightness came in Anya's belly.
Travix then laid Niri back across her lap while she took a cord, about as long as her hand, drew the sex lips back and slipped the end of the cord through the tiny ring. Niri murmured as Travix carefully knotted it. She pressed the arrangement back so the ring, the knot and the short loose end disappeared, leaving the rest of the cord hanging. At the free end she tied a small loop. Then without a single glance at Anya, she simply stood, lifted Niri in her arms and began to carry her away.
'Travix!' Kasger called after her. He took Anya by the arm. 'This one - she is wanted by the captain tonight?'
'Chain her,' she called over her shoulder, 'she will be sent for in good time.'