Princess (16 page)

‘Quieter,' Aeisla urged as Kaissia at last finished, ‘we must all come, Kaissia.'

Kaissia's answer was a satisfied purr. She dismounted and Cianna quickly took her place. The Brat was no longer protesting and began to lick immediately Cianna's tuppenny settled into her face.

‘She is enjoying it!' Cianna laughed. ‘She has my thighs! Yes, lick well, Brat, and my ring too if that is to your taste. Suckle my breasts, Aeisla, and you too, Iriel.'

Iriel went forward immediately, to take one firm nipple into her mouth, her bottom lifting to Yi's finger as she did so. She was getting near climax, but in no mood to stop, too high to care if she came under Yi's fingers or the Brat's tongue. Aeisla had closed again, to suckle Cianna's other breast, and Iriel reached out, first to put an arm across her friend's back, then to touch the huge, heavy breasts hanging beneath her. Aeisla gave an encouraging wiggle and Iriel began to fondle, all the while with the noise of the Brat's tongue working on Cianna's cunt directly beneath them.

In moments Cianna had come, writhing her bottom in the Brat's face, tuppenny to mouth, little pert nose pushed up her bottom hole. Iriel was too locked into Aeisla to take her rightful place, and Yi mounted up, backwards, her rounded bottom pushed out. Delighted, Iriel took hold, feeling the meaty little cheeks as the Brat licked between them. Kaissia came close, to take Iriel in hand, fondling her dangling breasts and spanking her gently. Iriel wiggled, wanted to be masturbated, but Kaissia only spanked harder in response, filing Iriel's head with the urge to put her face between Yi's buttocks and join the Brat in licking bottom ring.

She resisted, with difficult, contenting herself with kissing the rounded cheeks and briefly wiggling her face between them. At that moment Yi pushed herself back to get her tuppenny to the Brat's mouth. Iriel's face was abruptly smothered in bottom, the little wet ring an inch from her mouth. It was too much, and she stuck her tongue up her head filled with shame but also ecstasy as her own bottom quivered to the slaps of Kaissia' hand. Then Yi had come and it was her own turn.

Yi dismounted, giggling. Iriel rose and swung forward, imagining the Brat's tiny, pretty face as she sat her bottom on it, ring to mouth, determined to have her own hole licked to compensate for having done it herself. The Brat began immediately, tongue probing the tight hole as the others close in around Iriel. A mouth fastened to each nipple, sucking firmly. Yi took her head, their mouths meeting in an open, dirty kiss, pleasure and a delicious feeling of naughtiness welling up in Iriel's head as they shared the taste of bottom. Behind her, Kaissia continued to spank, harder now, the slaps ringing out, Iriel's cheeks jumping, jolts of exquisite pain running through her every time. Yi's finger found her tuppenny, to fiddle in the fleshy folds and tickle the little bump between.

Iriel caught the change in light through the lids of her closed eyes as Yi began to masturbate her. Nobody stopped, the Brat unable to see, the others not caring. At the next instant Iriel was coming, her anus tightening on the Brat's tongue even as the high-pitched screams of the eunuchs' outrage reached her. She ignored them, her every sense fixed on the feel of Yi's tongue, the stiffness of her nipples in Aeisla and Cianna's mouths, Kaissia's firm, stinging spanks on her bottom, the Brat's tongue in her anus, and above all the finger on her bump.

She was still coming as fingers took her shoulders. Her balance on the Brat's face went immediately, there was a gasp of pain and the fingers slipped loose, but she was already falling, backwards on top of the Brat, who gave a squeal of surprise and consternation at the sight of the eunuchs. Lantern light surrounded them with flickering orange, sending shadows dancing among the alcoves and showing the faces of the girls in them, most frightened, the Cypraean girl wearing a smug grin.

One eunuch was sprawled on the ground, and as Aeisla rose to her full height the other two quickly gave back. Neither reached her chest, and their expressions turned to raw fear as she stretched the broken chain between her hands. The one on the ground also retreated, scuttling backwards on his hands, heels and buttocks, but speaking as he did, his voice high and piping.

‘Obey! Obey! The guard will be called! Obey!'

Kaissia chuckled. ‘Call them, and the tub of suet you call a King!'

‘You will obey!' the eunuch squealed from beyond the end of the line of alcoves. ‘You will! You shall be made to!'

‘Be calm,' Aeisla stated, holding her hands out to the girls as she addressed the eunuchs. ‘Disturb the guard now, and no doubt at all the Palades will have you soundly punished as well as us. Otherwise, you may return to your rest and we to ours. Is this not wise?'

The eunuch had risen, and for a moment his face worked between fear and spite before he answered.

‘No. The broken chains will be found, and we shall be whipped twice as soundly for lying. It must be reported!'

Aeisla shrugged.

‘You will be broken!' another of the eunuchs squealed from further back. ‘The Great King has met with Palades Daken, who has told him much. A remarkable diversion has been arranged!'

‘Then no doubt we shall need our rest,' Aeisla answered.

Iriel drew her breath in. She was back in costume, this time a creation of the King's, with a few hints from Palades Daken. It blended the ideas of Madame Hivies and Assanach the Caravaneer, and was as absurd as either. Her high lace sandals had been retrieved, also the feather skirts and tops, only for the King to quibble about the use of ostrich feathers. In consequence she had the sandals and skirt and top, but of torn leather, the one so short half her bottom showed at the rear, the other with holes cut to allow her nipples to protrude. A copper band confined her hair, into which an eagle feather had been stuck, the result of Cianna admitting it to be the largest bird of Aegmund. She had also been painted, her face, her shoulders, the upper slopes of her breasts and her belly decorated with blue and red patterns approximately similar to those on Kaissia's breasts.

Once ready, they had been brought down to an open court somewhere to the rear of the palace. A stepped cloisters surrounded the court, providing shade and seating for a considerable crowd; harem girls and eunuchs, courtiers and dignitaries, nobility and royalty, including Palades Daken and the King himself. Many sipped chilled wine or nibbled at fruit and sweetmeats, the Brat was on her knees between the King's legs, sucking his cock with her bare bottom stuck out towards the gate through which the girls had been marshalled. Cianna spoke quietly as it closed behind them, addressing Aeisla.

‘Clearly Daken has made his arrangement, there are but six guards in all. We should strike.'

‘Shall I present a challenge?' Kaissia queried.

‘No,' Aeisla answered quietly, ‘the King's response is unpredictable. Allow him to choose the time.'

Kaissia nodded and at Aeisla's signal the five began to walk forward together, towards where the King sat, wine cup in hand, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he twisted his hand into the Brat's hair. Aeisla folded her hands across her chest, watching boldly. The Brat's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, only to stop suddenly, held tight down, his cock wedged in her throat. Her eyes screwed up in disgust, her cheeks bulged, jism exploded from her nose, then sick from mouth, all over the King's balls as he sighed with pleasure. Servants hurried forward with water and sponges as the Brat was kicked to one side.

Aeisla began to whistle and to look around the court, pretending to admire the statues set on the cloister roof. Several courtiers gave gasps of outrage or made offended remarks, but the King ignored everything, waiting until he had been washed and dried before speaking as his robe was rearranged.

‘Yes, my friends, they are insolent indeed! They do not kneel. They do not so much as bow. But why? It is because they are untrained, ignorant, with no understanding of their place in the great scheme of things. Should I have them spanked perhaps, to impress upon them the realities of the world?'

There was immediate laughter and a chorus of agreement mixed with compliments on the King's wisdom and wit. He listened for a moment, his face flushed with both pleasure and drink, then raised one hand a trifle for silence.

‘No,' he stated, to an immediate murmur of agreement. ‘I shall not have them spanked. Only a fool would have them spanked. True, once they have come to appreciate their place, then they may be spanked, and often. Not yet though, anymore than one would cuff away a wild baboon.'

There was a ripple of laughter before he continued.

‘Yes,' he stated, ‘Essentially they are beasts, and must be treated as beasts, broken to the command of man. Yet each beast is different. The dog is easily cowed, the horse less so. The mandrill or baboon will fight and never fully succumb, save to force. The cat is less pliant still. What then of these barbar girls. How shall we treat them? What animal do they most resemble?'

‘Dogs, Great King,' a plump young man in a robe of blue and silver silk answered immediately. ‘They are like dogs, snarling defiance, yet all the while fearful underneath.'

‘Not dogs but baboons, Great King,' another called out. ‘When they came into the city, she, the one with the palest hair, she even had her behind painted blue!'

The King laughed, then spoke again.

‘No, my friends, not dogs, nor baboons. To all intents and purposes, they are wild nymphs, and their obedience and indeed devotion, will come only when they learn the pleasure to be derived from the feel of cock in cunt. Yes, I hear you say, this is true of women generally, but here with have a special case. Women of breeding and sense place their foreheads to the ground in my presence, these do not, and nor do nymphs. When I have fucked them, then they shall!'

Clapping and calls of encouragement broke out, along with praise for the King's virility, also a murmur of agreement and comments in praise of his wisdom.

‘And so I will teach them, here and now!' the King called out. ‘Quaedes, a draft!'

A man hurried to the King's side, offering a tiny bottle of ultramarine glass. Uilus took it and upended it over his mouth, drew a deep breath and stood up, the crowd cheering and clapping all around him. Climbing over the low cloister wall, he stood to face the girls. One pull and his sash had fallen away, a tug and his robe fell around him, to leave him naked, his body a pale, unhealthy yellow in the blazing sunlight, his paunch hanging down to half obscure his penis.

‘Five, he will fuck all five!' a voice called out in awe from among the crowd, then others.

‘He is man indeed!'

‘Just so, and he will leave each begging for more!'

‘Then we shall see them kneel!'

‘Which first?' the King queried, putting one hand to his gold encased beard in thought as he began to stroke his cock with the other. ‘The giantess perhaps… but no, a true artist leaves the grandest movement until last. The pale-haired beauty? Again no, her haughteur must be allowed to soften as she watches the others broken and comes to realise her own fate. You, perhaps?'

He had reached Cianna, to take her chin in hand, tilting it up. She met his gaze, looking down her nose into his eyes. As he let go she smiled and for a moment his eyes opened in surprise. He moved on, to Iriel, then to Yi, all the while playing with his slowly expanding penis.

‘The answer is clear,' he stated, reaching out to take one of Yi's breasts in hand. ‘They are barbars, and so I shall fuck them in that order they doubtless see themselves, from the least to the most ferocious. First, this brown haired slut, who may be smallest among them, but whose breasts are as full as any but the milk mothers in my harem.'

Yi gave a single glance to Aeisla, who nodded. Uilus appeared not to notice, still fondling one plump breast, his cock growing as he rubbed a thumb over Yi's nipple to make it stiffen. Behind, the crowd watched in delight, drinking, and in a few cases fondling their own girl slaves.

‘Also,' Uilus stated, ‘to add jest to their lovemaking, I will have any who fail to be entirely pleasing suitably punished, in a fashion which I understand is the way Aeg girls are traditionally treated if they fail to live up to expectations.'

Raucous laughter spread through the crowd along with more comments on the King's wit and cleverness. He responded with a mock bow, snapped his fingers, and as a gasp went up from the crowd Iriel turned. From the same entrance through they had been brought six servants were carrying a cage. In it was a troll, and no youngster, but a huge, grey-black adult male, some twice the height of the tallest of the servants and bulky in proportion. From between its bowed legs hung a cock larger by far than any she had seen save on horses.

Exited chattering rose from the crowd, giggles, speculation as to whether the man-beast would split a girl, bets also, on who would be put in with the troll and if she would survive the experience. Uilus spent a moment admiring the troll, another basking in the adulation of the crowd, all the playing with Yi's breasts, before she was pulled down by her now stiff nipples, onto his cock. She took it in, eyes closed, cheeks pulled in, sucking gently. His hand tightened in her hair, twisting hard. Yi's body stiffened and she began to suck harder, her breasts swinging out as she adjusted herself, knees wide, her hand to her tuppenny as she readied herself for cock. Uilus laughed.

‘See? Already the slut rubs at her cunt, and she barely has me hard in her mouth. ‘Perhaps there is more of the dog in them after all. A quirt!'

A man in the crowd threw out a dog quirt not unlike the one Iriel had been whipped with in Staive Cintes. Uilus caught it, turned the handle and brought it down across Yi's back and bottom. She flinched but kept sucking. Again her struck, and again twisting his hand harder into her hair to hold her on his erection as she was whipped, cackling with laughter and the long red welts sprang up on her back.