Princess (15 page)

The King gave the servant a final kick and turned to look around, focussing on Iriel. She gave a formal nod, her muscles tense, her throat so tight she could barely breath, yet determined to obey the voices in her head, each screaming at her not to grovel.

‘What are these?' he remarked.

A servant crawled forward, looking at the ground as he answered.

‘Aeg girls, Great King, from the barbarian far north, the continent Kora, presented as a gift from the Prince Palades Daken.'

‘They are huge,' the King stated, ‘pretty, but huge. What monstrous udders! Do they speak!'

‘We do,' Iriel answered.

‘Insolence!' a servant hissed, moving forward only to be sent back again with a kick from the King.

‘They are barbarian, Great King,' another servant blustered, his head to the floor but well back from the King. ‘They have no respect, not even the intelligence to recognise your greatness, little more than animals…'

‘Even animals recognise true greatness,' the King stated, sending the servant into babbled apologies and admissions of his own stupidity. ‘Do my horses permit others to mount them? No.'

He stretched, gave the servant on the ground another kick and glanced around once more, at the girls, before speaking again.

‘That was fine. I feel quite refreshed. Some girls, I think. I am in leisurely mood, so no barbar sluts at present. So let me see. Yes, the black one with the fat bottom, another of the same and a pair of Vendjomois, any will do. Put them in their clothes and bring them.'

He turned on his heel, snatching a goblet of wine from the tray of a servant as he went, to drain it and overturn it on the man's head, leaving trickles of red running down from beneath the rim. Immediately he was gone the other servants hurried to carry their injured colleague away, to clean up the mess in front of the Brat's alcove and elsewhere, all the while casting black looks at her and the other girls.

At the edge of sleep, Iriel lay staring up into the blackness, wondering if she should masturbate. Nobody could see, light never penetrating to the inner parts of the harem chamber no matter how many moons were up, yet the wet noises her fingers made in her tuppenny tended to grow loud when she was coming towards orgasm. Despite the fact that the other girls did it she invariably found herself embarrassed afterwards. It had not stopped her the night before, coming with her legs spread to the darkness as she thought of cocks and spankings and more cocks, wishing she was back in the slave coffle with a hot bottom and an erection in each hole as she came. Afterwards the Brat's giggle had sent the blood rushing to her face.

She lay back, stroking her belly and trying to tell herself that it would soothe her to sleep. Yet it was difficult, the Aprayan night too hot as always, and the soft noises of the harem niggling at the edge of her mind, the gentle susurration of girls breathing, sighs, sometimes sobs, sometimes moans or the sounds of fingers applied to moist cunts. The chains prevented the girls from touching each other, the King too jealous to permit lesbianism save when he ordered it. Yet Iriel knew that sometimes girls came out to the end of their chains to whisper to each other as they masturbated. Even Yi had done it, with the Cypraean girl, to Iriel's surprise, yet with the Brat opposite her it hardly seemed practical.

Thinking of the Brat put new thoughts into her head, of what had happened during the day, both the spanking and the brutal intrusion of the King. An image of the Brat's little yellow-brown bottom dancing to the slaps rose up in her mind and she found her fingers slipping lower, wishing she had been able to dish out the same treatment, even that the eunuchs would do the same to her, anything for some sexual contact.

With a sigh of resignation she began to masturbate, taking one breast in hand and spreading her legs as her fingers moved to the sticky, sensitive groove between her thighs. She was wet, her hole open enough to accommodate two fingers with ease, and she spent a moment pushing them in and out and thinking of how the caravan guards had liked to fuck her until her arousal pushed down the inevitable shame. Her little finger found her bottom hole, teasing the tight ring as she thought of how it felt to have it penetrated by an eager male cock. In memory, even the pain seemed welcome.

Her excitement was rising, and not for the first time she wondered if she dare suggest trading her dirty thoughts with Cianna or even Kaissia. Yet both were asleep, while the Brat was sure to overhear in any case, leading to the announcement of her most intimate thoughts in the morning, a whisper that could be guaranteed to have spread around the entire harem chamber by the following evening.

Determined to be quick, and silent, she put her palm to her tuppenny, pressing to her bump and rubbing as she imagined being fought over and ravished by the victor, always her favourite fantasy. The Oreteans were no good, too small and weak, too devious. An Aeg was better, some huge warrior with a massive cock, his opponent lying defeated on the ground, she caught, thrown down, her legs forced apart, mounted, his cock driven hard up into her tuppenny, over and over as she was fucked.

Iriel came, tight-lipped, but unable to suppress a gasp of ecstasy as the thought of being ravished without the slightest choice for who did the fucking ran over and over in her mind. The climax held well, the picture of the man standing over her with his huge erection sticking up ready for her hole perfectly clear in her mind, his opponent too, and the scene beyond, a forest glade, lush green grass, woods, hills beyond, flowers and clouds and gentle rain. Her climax broke in a welter of homesickness and she slumped back onto the cushions even as a voice spoke from the darkness opposite, a whisper soft as velvet and rich with mockery.

‘How was that, big slut? Good?'

Iriel sighed as the blood rushed to her face. One of the other girls opposite giggled. Encouraged, the Brat went on.

‘What did you think of? A troll? No, too small for that huge cunt. A horse? Barely enough, but don't be sad, think of your giant friend, with her arse up under an elephant, cock in her cunt and still not touching the sides!'

The Brat finished with a long, lewd snigger. Aeisla voice's sounded.

‘Enough insults, Brat. Go to sleep.'

‘Who are you to call Brat!' the voice came back, now sharp but still mocking. ‘You wait. You will get your big arse spanked in time. Then we will see how wide your cunt is, won't we? Easily enough for an elephant, I'm sure.'

‘Enough,' Aeisla repeated.

‘I shall speak when I wish,' the Brat responded. ‘What will you do to prevent me? Yes, Aeisla, you will be spanked, just as I am, if it takes every servant to hold you. Then we shall see how you look, with your big buttocks red and your cunt and arsehole spread for all to see. You will cry. You will howl! Maybe they will even stick the hairbrush handle up your fat arse when they have finished with you! Oh how funny that will be, and it will come, soon enough.'

‘Not so soon as yours.'

‘No? Who can say, Aeisla? Soon the King will order you to him, and when you fail to satisfy, as such a crude barbar bitch is sure to do, then you will be spanked, long and hard, maybe whipped, maybe given the bastinado, to teach you to suck and fuck properly, Aeisla, to…'

She broke off at the sound of a metallic snap. Iriel sat up, biting her lip in sudden excitement. There could be no mistaking the noise. Aeisla had broken her chain. The Brat seemed to think otherwise, laughing, then speaking.

‘You seek to break your chain, Aeisla? You wish to get at me? To spank my bottom? How you wish it, I am sure! How you would love to, how…'

She broke off with a squeak, abruptly muffled, then followed by soft noises, an odd drumming sound, a meaty smack, another click, then Aeisla's voice in an amused whisper.

‘Who is awake? Iriel, yes?'

‘I also,' Yi's voice sounded.

‘Yes,' Iriel answered. ‘You have the Brat?'

‘I do,' Aeisla answered from just in front of Iriel's alcove. ‘Hold her, and keep the cushion over her face to stifle her squeals.'

‘I shall,' Iriel promised as Aeisla passed her something warm and wriggling, the Brat, held with a cushion pushed to her face and both her wrists twisted hard into the small of her back. Iriel took over, ignoring the Brat's squirming body and kicking feet, but holding the cushion just firmly enough to allow breathing. The Brat made no effort to cry out, but seemed more worried about her bottom, wriggling it frantically about so that the firm little cheeks moved against Iriel's thighs and arm.

Another snap sounded from the next alcove, a puzzled grunt, then Kaissia's voice.

‘What… Aeisla? Why? Is it now?'

‘No,' Aeisla hissed back. ‘I have the Brat, come and play with her.'

‘Gladly.'

There was a world of cruelty in Kaissia's voice, also revenge. Immediately the Brat's squirming grew more urgent. Iriel found herself grinning and tightened her grip, then threw a leg over the Brat's body, seating herself on the little thighs, which pumped madly for an instant and then went still. As Kaissia joined her in the alcove, Iriel felt her friend's hand, on her wrist, then lower, to the Brat's bottom.

‘I have longed to spank this,' Kaissia hissed, drawing a muffled squeak and more writhing from the Brat.

‘What of the noise?' Iriel questioned.

‘No matter the noise,' Cianna's voice sounded from the blackness. ‘Spank her well!'

‘The eunuchs will come,' another voice came, the Cypraean girl's. ‘Their chambers are near.'

‘No matter the eunuchs!' Kaissia laughed. ‘She'll be well spanked before they can get me off, be sure!'

‘No,' Aeisla hissed, ‘spanked her later. ‘For now, we make her lick our tuppennies.'

Yi's distinctive giggle sounded before Kaissia replied.

‘A good thought, our bottom rings as well. Then we spank her.'

‘Just so. Iriel, turn her over.'

Iriel obeyed, twisting the Brat's body beneath her own with Kaissia's help as Cianna held the cushion. A long, muscular leg touched her arm as Aeisla swung aboard, straddling the Brat's face. Cianna spoke.

‘Now listen, Brat. You have seen my teeth, yes? Well, they are filed because we barbars girl eat raw meat. We are also cannibals. Lick well and we might spare you.'

The Brat's writhing became abruptly stronger and she cried out as the cushion was removed, only to be abruptly silenced as Aeisla squatted into her face. It didn't stop her struggling though, her body squirming beneath Iriel's, more frantically then ever as Aeisla spoke.

‘Lick, little Brat, or we will eat you… No, you do not believe me? Cianna, take a bite, then…'

She broke off with a sigh, liquid noises starting at the same instant. Aeisla spoke again, her voice full of delight.

‘There, Brat, you have done it. Is it so bad? Now lick well, there first, yes, deep inside…'

Again she sighed, and Iriel felt the Brat's body shiver. Taking her breasts in hand, she began to massage them, thinking of the few times in Aegerion when other girls had licked her tuppenny and trying to push back memories of being made to do the same by Mistress Loida. Her nipples were quickly stiff, and she made no objection as a hand curved around her waist to settle onto the swell of her hip.

‘She licks well,' Aeisla sighed. ‘Suckle me, two of you, Iriel.'

Aeisla had reached forward, to take Iriel's breasts, cupping them, then taking hold to pull gentle forward. Iriel came to the pressure, their lips meeting. Aeisla let go as they began to kiss. Iriel's breasts swung forward, to touch the hair of whichever two girls were suckling, tickling her nipples. The hand at her waist went lower, to stroke her bottom, following the curve of her cheeks, exploring her, then slipping between to cup her tuppenny.

Still the Brat licked, the wet noises now faster, more urgent as the five girls cuddled together, stroking and kneading. Iriel had no idea who was where, save for Aeisla, and that it was probably Yi who was masturbating her from behind. She responded anyway, releasing the Brat's hands to take a plump breast in each, to discover that it was Kaissia and Cianna on Aeisla breasts as she had expected.

Aeisla came with a gasp of pleasure, spent a moment more riding the Brat's face, then dismounted with a pleased giggle. Kaissia replaced her immediately, wriggling her full bottom down over their victim's head until her cheeks were well spread out, bottom ring to mouth, as Iriel realised when she spoke.

‘Clean me first, Brat, and think on what you have said to me as you taste my dung. Do it… do it!'

She gasped, then spoke again as Yi's finger slid up Iriel's tuppenny.

‘She is doing it, girls, she is licking my bottom ring. Yes, Brat, that is right, put your tongue in the hole… taste my dung… taste it… Who is dirty now, who uncivilised? You may think me a barbarian, Brat, but I do not lick clean other girls' bottom rings! Ah, but that is good. I used to have my maid do this, in Aegmund… how she hated it… how she pouted… how she begged… but always, once spanked, her tongue would go in, just as yours is Brat, deep up my bottom ring… deep up…'

Yi giggled. Iriel gasped as juice from her tuppenny was wiped on her bottom ring to let a finger in. Both holes full, Yi began to manipulate the soft flesh between. Iriel sighed, allowing her own hands to slip lower, to Yi's own bottom and also Cianna's. Gently, she began to spank Yi, just pats, and to knead Cianna's bottom. Both responded, pushing their cheeks out for more as Kaissia began to gasp in pleasure, now rubbing her tuppenny as her anus was probed, then breaking into babbling, ecstatic speech.

‘…lick it… yes… right in… all the way… taste me… feed on me… in your mouth… yes… more… and swallow… swallow, you dirty little brat!'

She screamed, pure ecstasy as a gulping noise sounded from beneath her. Cianna gave a delighted squeal and wriggled her bottom in Iriel's hand, Yi began to rub harder, all five of them coming together, to stroke and paw Kaissia as she went through climax, all the while squirming her bottom in the Brat's face.