Princess (23 page)

‘I had some of these, did I not?'

‘Indeed, Resplendence,' Aurac answered, ‘how remarkable your memory to recall each tiny detail.'

‘What became of them?'

‘They died, Resplendence. The climate was too warm for them.'

‘We escaped,' Aeisla laughed suddenly, ‘as Aurac well knows! I am Aeisla, a Reeveling in Korismund and daughter of Uroth. I was among those here before.'

The third noteworthy man in the chamber stirred as she spoke. He was pale skinned and brown haired, clearly not Vendjomois but clearly no slave, a huge man, Aeisla's height but far outweighing her, slumped on a couch, a goblet of wine in one hand, the other occupied with the bottom of a Vendjomois slavegirl kneeling beside him.

‘Aisla?' he queried. ‘Who claims to have slain the Hero Kroth when with the army of the rebel Prince Ythor?'

‘Lord Mailor,' Aurac interrupted, but broke off as the Panjandrum raised a hand.

‘Just so,' Aeisla answered. ‘Kroth died to an axe cut, from a Dwarven weapon of cunning form, made to lift on air. It was a chance blow but a fair one. You are from the Glass Coast yourself, as I judge?'

‘I am Mailor,' he answered.

‘I have heard the name. Are you not what is called a Hero in your country?'

‘I am, as was Kroth, and thus you, at least technically.'

Aeisla gave a nervous shrug.

‘In Aegmund,' Kaissia said haughtily, ‘only those who fall in combat earn the title of Hero. Still, doubtless it will be valid enough in due time.'

Mailor's eyebrows raised, but he chuckled.

‘Ah, Mundic girls, so hard to tame, but so satisfying when it is done.'

‘I am Aeg.'

‘The wildest of all, better still. I see you are shamed too. Is that not the meaning of your tattooed breasts?'

‘It counts for nothing here,' Kaissia answered. ‘If you wish to tame me, he who calls himself hero, merely have me unchained and you are welcome to make the attempt.'

‘Do not listen, Lord Mailor,' Aurac advised. ‘It is best…'

‘I know the Aeg, and what they are capable of,' Mailor interrupted. ‘I have fought raiders along my own coast and in the Merim Islands. The women respect only those who will take them by main force, the Highborn especially. Thus they breed for strength and size. What is your name, blonde girl?'

‘I am Kaissia, a Squireling.'

‘No, you are a Vendjomois slave and unworthy of my attention. Yet, should you be inclined to grant me a courtesy, Resplendence, I ask to be allowed to slay Aeisla and thus retrieve Kroth's honour.'

‘Like this, in chains?' Aeisla laughed. ‘A fine saga that will make in Zihai, how you cut down an unarmed and bound girl!'

‘No,' Mailor answer, ‘in combat, to any style you care to chose so long as I have my sword.'

‘Lord Mailor,' Aurac spoke quickly, ‘this is unwise. Let us make an end to them quickly, the giantess first of all. There is nothing to be gained in heroic posturing!'

‘No,' the Panjandrum broke in as Mailor began to reply. ‘It is a fine indeed. You are over cautious, Aurac, and besides, it is too long since I had a triumph. Let it be done.'

‘Resplendence,' Aurac objected, ‘only last week…'

‘I want my triumph,' the Panjandrum snapped.

Aurac responded with a low bow.

‘A triumph, Resplendence, a fine thought, and an appropriate end for these barbarian trulls. I shall order the duelling ground prepared, and when Lord Mailor is done we may hang the others for your amusement.'

‘No,' the Panjandrum answered, ‘there is no sport in hanging them. Let them be raped by baboons, red-apes, trolls, stallions, until…'

‘Impossible, Resplendence,' Aurac objected. ‘We would need a month to train the baboons, and…'

‘I will have my way!' the Panjandrum snapped.

‘Just so, your Resplendence,' Kaissia broke in, to snarls of outrage from the Vendjomois. ‘In Oretes the late King, Palades Uilus, made sport by pitting warriors of different nations against one another. Would this not be fitting?'

‘By all means pit us against trolls if it would amuse your Resplendence,' Aeisla suggested.

‘Unwise, Resplendence,' Aurac objected. ‘Our spies in Oretes state that at the death of Uilus these same girls drank troll's jism first, in some way enhancing their strength and speed.'

‘This was also done in Zihai,' Mailor agreed. ‘Yet it is a fine idea for your triumph, Resplendence. Perhaps it should also be done in the open plaza, for the delight of the populace.'

‘The populace?' the Panjandrum queried. ‘Why so?'

‘Such spectacles amuse them, Resplendence,' Mailor responded.

‘It is hardly fitting that the Panjandrum's amusements be conducted in front of a vulgar mob,' Aurac stated.

‘We will require space,' Aeisla stated. ‘I wish to fight on horseback, with lance and axe.'

‘And what else!?' Aurac laughed. ‘A dozen elephants in full battle gear? Perhaps a park of bombards would suit you?'

‘I accept,' Mailor stated.

‘Resplendence, truly,' Aurac objected in exasperation. ‘Can you not see that they seek to twist this matter to their advantage? Let us simply…'

‘I seek only to die with honour,' Kaissia broke in.

‘It will be done,' the Panjandrum stated with finality. ‘All of it, a grand triumph. We will have buffoons, I like buffoons, and red apes if baboons are impractical, and then the combats. How fine! Take them away, Captain, feed them meat and do not abuse them unduly. Eunuchs, bring me another boy!'

Chapter Eight – The Hall

Her prayer done, Iriel opened her eyes to look out across the Plain of Vendjome. The city was behind her and to the right, the walls and nearer roofs thronged with people. Others stood on top of a gentle swell of ground to the west, but only lines of pikemen surrounded the actual field, double around the shaded podium on which a group of workmen were arranging cushions and chairs, also a throne for the Panjandrum. Aurac had taken no chances. Iriel was naked but for a steel collar and chained to a post. Beside her were Kaissia, Cianna and Yi, also naked, also chained by their necks to the post. Nearby were four horses, each saddled and ready, held by grooms. Beyond was a fifth horse, on which Aeisla sat motionless in the saddle, her face a mask, her long red hair fluttering in the gentle breeze. All she wore were sandals and an ill fitting tunic that barely covered her buttocks and was stretched taut across her breasts, with as much meat spilling from the sides as covered. She still had her collar, which was chained to her saddle and to a post like those the others stood beside. Her horse was also chained.

Across the field other elements of the coming entertainment were visible. Nearest were the buffoons, a group of men selected for the peculiar appearance of their bodies. Some were exceptionally tall and thin, others the reverse, short and as fat as butter, one had a wooden leg, another huge buttocks on an otherwise spindly body, a third skin mottled an unhealthy purple. All were bald, and all wore masks painted in a grotesque parody of human features, staring eyes, huge, leering mouths, and noses a good two hand spans long, brilliant scarlet in colour and carved to resemble gnarled and obscenely turgid cocks. They also carried an assortment of apparatus, dog quirts, unpleasant looking brown balls, thick tubes of brass equipped with plungers and ending in nozzles that looked suspiciously as if they might be designed for insertion into the orifices of girls' bodies. Beyond the buffoons a group of man-beasts huddled in a stockade, too far away to be seen at all clearly, principally red apes, but also goblins, her tuppenny twitching as their scent carried down the breeze.

The boom of a gong sounded from the city. Iriel turned, to see a procession emerging from one of the gates, Imperial guard on horseback splendid in purple and gold, a palanquin draped in the same gaudy colours, Mailor riding behind on a black stallion, a line of less ornate palanquins and another six guards. It was clearly the Panjandrum, and there was no question in her mind that before too long either a cock or some other object would be inserted into her tuppenny.

She squatted down, as if to pee, allowing herself to extract the sewn bladder of troll sperm from her hole. Breaking the thread with her teeth, she quickly swallowed a measure, the taste yet fouler than before, and handed it to Yi. Quickly, with the attention of their guards on the approaching procession, each girl drank, Cianna grinding the empty bladder down into the coarse grass at their feet.

The procession approached at a slow walking pace, Iriel's trepidation rising with every footstep, until she was whispering prayers under her breath and struggling to keep her emotions from her face. Yi gave her a sympathetic look and a smile that did more to weaken Iriel's resolve than bolster it. As the Panjandrum's palanquin was set down Aeisla called out, her voice loud in the hush as the Vendjomois bowed to their ruler.

‘Now is our hour. Yield nothing. Accept their buffoons, accept their red apes and goblins, saving your strength for when it matters. Show no horror, only pleasure. Show no weakness, only strength. Show no fear, only pride. We are watched.'

She turned back, once more sat impassive as the Panjandrum was helped to his throne. Mailor had ridden on, along with five of the guardsmen, who stopped in a group at the far end of the field. Aurac mounted the podium, to stand beside the throne.

‘So we do not resist the man-beasts?' Yi asked. ‘What of the buffoons?'

‘Who can resist goblin musk?' Cianna queried.

‘Let them play their foolish games,' Kaissia advised. ‘Be passive unless some action risks injury.'

Iriel nodded, glancing once more at the buffoons, who had formed a long line, all bowing to the Panjandrum as he accepted a goblet of wine from one of his Cypraean boys. Most were now settled, the guards in position to either end of the podium. Aurac spoke a word to Panjandrum, who raised one podgy arm in response. Guards stepped towards the girls, to unlock their collars, the pikemen came to present. The buffoons began to move, darting here and there in a curious crouching run, cock noses thrust out before them as if seeking the scent of cunt.

The girls stepped forward as the buffoons spread out, Iriel resigned to her fucking yet disturbed by the bizarre behaviour of the buffoons. They had now strung out into a line, running in the same strange posture as they began to circle the girls. The Panjandrum made a remark to Aurac, pointed and laughed. Iriel moved closer to the others, then realised that she was only playing the buffoons' game, allowing herself to be herded. She stepped forward, boldly interrupting their line.

They broke, leaping up with arms spread and mouths open in Os of feigned shock. Iriel was surrounded in an instant, five of them around her, capering grotesquely and thrusting out their hips in a crazed, lewd dance. The others moved off, once more running in line, but in groups, four or five to each girl. Iriel shrugged and spread her hands, not knowing what she could possibly say in response to their antics.

Immediately they swarmed in, all five leaping on her to bear her down to the ground. One mounted her back, as if he was riding her, clutching her hair to force her head back as another squatted down in front of her. Something soft, wet and smelly was pushed to her face, a dung ball. It was rubbed well in to the sound of hooting laughter that carried a world of derision, the brown filth smeared across her features as the man on her back began to spank her, urging her to crawl.

She resisted, leading to harder spanks and cries of mock outrage. Her legs were gripped and hauled wide and clear of the ground, forcing her open bottom high in the air. A dung ball was squashed between her cheeks, to her anus, the buffoon's fingers slipping in behind. He was cackling in glee as he fingered her bottom, while the one on her back was rubbing his cock and balls on her skin.

A nose cock was inserted in her cunt and she gasped as she filled, kicking her thighs in their grip as the fucking started. Another filled her mouth, with his real cock, and she was spitted on both ends, still held, still ridden and spanked. Jism erupted down the back of her neck as her rider came, immediately leaping off to perform a mad, high kicking dance, running around her in circles and still jerking at his erection.

The cock nose left her, her cunt closing with a soft fart only to be filled again immediately as a dung ball was pushed up. Something hard touched her anus, a nozzle, pushing deep into the dirty hole and held there, letting the realisation of what was about to be done to her sink in. They began to quirt her buttocks and back, making her bottom squirm on the inserted nozzle, wriggling in desperation at the stinging lashes. The man in her mouth took her breasts, smearing a dung ball to each and squeezing them hard. He came, ejaculating sperm down her throat with an ecstatic cry and instantly throwing himself back, to turn three reverse somersaults and leap high, flourishing his still spurting cock to all and sundry.

Iriel had given in, her body jerking to the whips, her filthy breasts bouncing, her mouth wide, her hands batting futilely on the ground, all dignity forgotten. The blows got harder, the buffoons crying out to every stroke, her pumping legs still gripped hard, the tube pressed deep to strain her anus wide, the plunger driven home, and its entire contents was forced into her rectal chamber with a single violent push. She screamed as her rectum bloated, hammering her fists on the ground. A buffoon spoke a single word, a mocking apology, and the nozzle pulled free of her bottom ring. The buffoons danced back, laughing and pointing, squealing in lewd joy as she felt her anal flesh bulge, and give.

Her enema exploded from her bottom in a huge gush of dirty water and bits of dung, arching high in the air above her upturned rump to splash down on the ground as the laughter of the buffoons rose to a delighted crescendo. Again they began to run around her, alternately crouched low and capering as spurt after spurt of filthy water burst from her bottom ring, each smaller than the last, ending with a dribble running down over her well soiled tuppenny.

The buffoons darted in again, three to fill her holes, real cocks and nose cocks thrust hard into her every orifice, filled and refilled, her bottom spanked, her breasts groped. The other two took up a new dance, hands on hips, chests and buttocks thrust out, strutting in an absurd parody of female gait, faster and faster as Iriel was fucked. A dung ball was pushed into her mouth, a cock following, a second poked up her bottom with a nose cock, a third put inside her cunt. Her anus was entered, the buffoon riding high on her bottom to make sure the penetration showed. The third slid under her, to bury his face between her filthy breasts as he pushed up into her cunt.

She was being fucked, every hole filled with cock and dung, the buffoons pumping frantically, the squelching noises of her penetration loud in her ears, soiled and broken, her body jerking to the thrusts. A hand found her tuppenny, rubbing, and even as she realised she was to be given the final indignity and made to come in her filthy, degraded state it began. Her cunt and anus went into contraction, the buffoons were hooting in glee and calling to let the audience know she was in orgasm and she was snatching wildly at cocks and balls, pulling the man in her mouth, pushing her bottom up for more. They came, their delight in her response breaking to ecstatic grunts as they climaxed simultaneously, jism exploding in mouth, anus and cunt all at once.

For a long while they held themselves in, the dancers giving weird, ululating calls as Iriel's body filled, and she was left, all three holes bubbling sperm, slumped on the ground, panting and clutching slowly at the coarse grass. The buffoons began to sing, some absurd piece of lewd doggerel that barely reached her senses.

Slowly she recovered, so spit out what was in her mouth, wipe herself as best she could with her hands, and at last stand up, weak, dizzy but determined. The other girls had fared no better. Yi was in much the same position as she had been, face down on the ground, bottom lifted, both cheeks rubbed brown with dung, a broken off cock nose still protruding from her anus. Cianna was standing, picking bits of dung from her dirty breasts. Kaissia was still sitting, staring ruefully out from a mask of brown, while a number of the dung balls had been broken on her head and shaped into an absurd parody of a crown. Iriel stepped towards the others as Yi rolled over and sat up.

‘A truly vile race, these Vendjomois,' Kaissia remarked.

‘The red apes will come as a relief,' Cianna agreed.

‘They are huge,' Yi said nervously. ‘How can we accommodate so many such monsters?'

‘You have taken trolls,' Kaissia answered. ‘At least you know you won't split.'

‘Accept them from the rear,' Cianna advised. ‘In Makea one had me.'

‘What if they bugger us?' Yi questioned.

‘Better buggered than crushed,' Cianna answered. ‘They are heavy, but gentle. Do not resist and you will get nothing worse than a hard fucking.'

Iriel nodded. Already the stockade had been opened, the man beasts spilling out. Servants stepped forward, to sprinkle the girls with some sweet-sharp perfume. Iriel recognised the tang of female nymph musk. Kaissia laughed as she was anointed.

‘You think they will notice, after we have suffered your foul buffoons?'

‘They will,' the servant answered her. ‘The dung for you was chosen from female red apes, mixed with camel for the texture.'

Kaissia made a face and quickly got down on all fours as the man-beasts approached. Iriel followed suit, making a line with the others, bottoms presented for fucking, looking back between her dangling breasts. The red apes were at the front, great shaggy man-beasts, further from the human even than trolls, their entire bodies covered in coarse red hair, and with big yellow tusks showing as they peeled back protuberant lips in what might have been a gesture of anger or simple curiosity. Big cocks hung from their lower bellies, a hand span or so of leathery brown flesh sticking out from among the hair. Behind, staying well back, came the goblins, big green cocks in hand, already fully erect, hideous little faces set in scowls of jealousy and frustration.

The red apes were sniffing the air, giving little calls of excitement to each other, and touching themselves, their cocks emerging a little further from the thick foreskins with each tug until they stood proud and hard from the creature's bellies. One, clearly a dominant male from his great size, had come to the front. He reached Yi, who gave out one faint, frightened whimper, then gasped as her tuppenny filled with a single hard shove, his erection driven home with a loud squelch.

Others were clustering in around Iriel, pawing her body and hooting, soft, leathery hands on her bottom, her back, in her hair, reaching under her to stroke at her breasts in puzzlement. Two were by her head, their erect cocks in easy reach of her mouth. Forcing down her revulsion, she took one in, sucking it deep and quickly swallowing in an effort to clear the thick, earthy taste. He gave a long hoot of pleasure in response and began to fuck her mouth.

Her cunt was entered, and as the others quickly gave back she realised another senior male was in her. Only the one in her mouth stayed, growling defiantly before suddenly filling her mouth with hot, salty sperm. She let his cock free as the one in her cunt began to pump, leaving her immediately breathless, her breasts swinging free, her bottom wobbling to the shoves, jism drooling from her slack mouth.

Only when the troll had ravished her had she felt so full, and the red ape was both gentler and slower, pumping on and on, building up her need to until it was irresistible. Giving in, she reached back and took the fat, heavy sack of his scrotum. She began to rub it on her cunt, the matted hair tickling her flesh and the big balls within jostling on her bump. He gave one, long hoot in response and he had come, jism exploding from her hole, all over her hand and his balls.