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I suppose the best way to describe Mike is to say he's fair but firm. Most of the time our sex life is pretty tame. We experi- ment a lot with lovemaking in various places and various ways, and we both love it. But sometimes I'm just feeling bitchy or frisky and I try to make demands. When I get into these moods, my lover has to take control and put me in my place. Of course, I know where these demands lead me; right into tight ropes and pain!
It had been a wonderful day at the office. I'd finally finished a project I'd been working on for the last month or so, and for the first time I felt like I could really conquer the world. Normally Mike and I spend our nights together doing lots of home improvement on the place we'd just bought. But this was Wednes- day, the day of Mike's "night out with the boys" card game. Nothing so exciting as poker or anything, but these guys could sure get worked up over a game of Bridge!
Seeing that I was going to leave work early, I telephoned Mike at his office and promised I'd make dinner so he wouldn't have to grab a quickie at the local McDeath's. On the way home, a really wicked thought occurred to me. I was feeling really good and I wanted to celebrate finishing my project. I figured to hell with his bridge game, tonight we would do things my way. With the benefit of hindsight it was a great idea, but next time I'll ask what he feels like doing before I go changing any plans!
When I got home I forgot about making dinner and instead called our favourite local restaurant to make a reservation. I was just drying off from a shower when I heard the garage door close after Mike's car pulled in. Quickly throwing on a night gown and slippers, I bounced downstairs hoping for the beginning of a fantastic night. Wrong! It seemed today was as bad for him as it was good for me. When I got a perfunctory kiss at the door, I realized my plans for the night didn't match what Mike had in mind.
He was a little early and asked if we could just unwind a bit and chat while we ate. Tonight was a Bridge tournament and he wanted to be sure to get there on time. I guess I was being pretty bitchy when I told him there was no dinner ready and I wanted to go out tonight! He immediately caught my mood and decided to- night wasn't the night to play around with my whims.
Grabbing me by the wrist he yanked off my night gown and pulled me into the garage. I'd been there before. We'd sunk some heavy duty eyebolts into the four corners and center of the garage door. I'd already had some wonderful whippings while tied spread-eagled to the four bolts. This time however, Mike wasn't fooling around for fun. He was pissed and wanted to let me know it.
Grabbing some rope from the top shelf he spread my arms and tied my right arm to the top left bolt. He was using many more turns of rope than he normally did but I didn't find out why until later. After my right arm was secure he proceeded to do the same with my left, fastening it to the other side of the door. I was stretched pretty tightly and complained about it --- well whined about it is probably more appropriate. Mike had heard enough and told me that he wanted silence until told otherwise. I closed my mouth pretty quickly because Mike has come up with some awful punishments and I didn't want to provoke him into making things worse that they already were.
Meanwhile, Mike was working on my legs, one to each side, and again used lots of rope. But this time he didn't stop with the ankles. He wound the ropes up around each leg to my knees and tied the two ends together. My legs were held very tightly and I struggled but couldn't pull very far away from the door. Mike told me that I had one punishment coming already and that if I didn't stand still I'd get another. Standing there spread out, unable to move with my chest sticking out demanding attention, I figured that now wasn't the time for bravado.
Mike went off into the house, closing the door behind him. I couldn't see what he was doing, but judging from the sounds from the house, I guessed he was whipping up some dinner for himself. After awhile I began to realize my situation. I was tied tight- ly, arms spread as far as I could stretch, my legs and knees were pinioned tightly to the door and to top it all off, I hadn't eaten anything all day. The only consolation was that I'd found a way to get Mike to stay home for the evening!
Mike came back after a few minutes with a sandwich and looked at me from the door. Walking over he started rubbing my breasts with his free hand. My nipples enlarged under his hand and I strained my body towards him in the hope that he'd stop eating the sandwich and starting eating something else. His hand moved down my body and found it's way into the folds of my pussy. I was already so excited that just the light touch of his hand was almost enough to send me over the brink, but Mike knew my body completely and always stopped before I'd reached a climax. I squirmed towards him as far as I could, but he wasn't in the mood to co-operate.
Finished with his sandwich, he continued a job I thought was already done. He took some thick leather straps we bought for our bondage play and fastened one to the bolt behind my back. The other went over the tops of my breasts under my armpits, forcing my tits to bulge a little under the strap. Mike tight- ened the straps and when he was done I couldn't pull my chest or hips away from the door at all. I was readying myself for the whipping I was sure was going to follow when Mike went back into the house again and returned a moment later with his coat.
He reached down and took the slippers from my feet saying "Good night honey, I'll see you when I get back from Bridge."
"What!" I said, "You're actually going! What are you gonna do, just leave me here?"
He just looked at me and then I realized he was only joking. After all, the car was here inside the garage with me! "Sorry love, I can't miss the game, and in case you didn't realize it, you just broke silence."
Ignoring my protestations he told me that I wouldn't have to worry about speaking out of turn again and proceeded to gag me with a black leather pad gag we bought. As he strapped the leather band tightly onto my head and tied it to one of the hinges, he casually mentioned that he had figured out a way to take the car from the garage despite my bound body. I looked up in fear as he walked to the door and looked at me with an odd smile on his face.
Well, nobody ever accused Mike of being dumb! He first turned off the garage light, and then to my horror, he flipped the switch on the automatic garage door opener! For a moment my bonds loosened as the door made the ninety degree turn at the ceiling but they were immediately tighter than before and I found myself hanging from the door, face down into the room! Mike had planned it perfectly, my head, arms and neck were all supported by the many turns of rope he had tied tightly around my limbs, while the bulk of my weight was supported by the heavy leather straps around my middle and chest.
He was pleased with the view! Walking under me he fingered me a little more, and then gave each of my hanging tits a good hard smack. I was hurting a little, but with the gag held deep in my mouth by the strap and the weight of my head I couldn't utter a word. Mike explained to me that the gag was merely because I had broken silence, my real punishment was still to come! He pointed out how unnecessary the slippers were in my current predicament and gave each of my bare soles a slap to drive home the point.
Climbing onto the hood of the care, he proceeded to give my left nipple a good licking. It quickly became erect with to the combination of his talented tongue and hands. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out something and held it up to my eyes. I quickly recognized one of the clips which we use with a weight to hold down tablecloths when picnicking outdoors. He had removed the weight and replaced it with a long string. He showed me that the end of the string was fastened to one of those five ounce lead weights used by fishermen to weight down their lines.
What could I do! I was helpless as he caressed my left breast and clipped the plastic devil into my helpless nip. The little moans and squirming brought on by the sudden pain failed to extract any sympathy from Mike as he performed the same operation on my right nipple. I was already having a hard time dealing with the pain when I realized that he hadn't let the weights down yet!
He gently placed the weights onto the front hood of the car and after tugging on the strings a little to test that the clips were firmly planted he gave me a kiss goodbye. Climbing into the car he called out that he hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he pulled out and the weights fell to the floor. He said that he'd be back in a few hours and that he'd be sure to back out quickly so that the weights would swing like a pendulum for awhile. "Thanks" I thought to myself, "What a guy!" As promised, he started the engine, hit reverse and was gone.
I could barely stand the burning in my breasts when the weights reached the end of the strings and yanked at my already pained tits. As promised, the weights swung back and forth close to the floor of the garage. The pain was incredible and as the weights swung I could see my distended nipples swaying underneath my body. It's a terrible thing to have to watch, feel, and be unable to control. My only hope was that they would stop swing- ing soon and that the pain would settle down to a sharp ache instead of the agony I now felt.
Other than coping with the pain, I didn't really have much to worry about, Mike had thought carefully about this one! The weather was warm enough so I wasn't going to freeze, and our house is in the country with the garage facing a hill so I didn't have to worry about casual passerbys. He had turned off the garage light so I wasn't going to be moth'ed to death, and the swinging weights had left me something to think about. Pretty considerate all in all. There where a few things I was thinking about however. It was still early in the evening and the neigh- bours children were playing in the neighbourhood. I could hear them running around and could only hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the garage door was open.
Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from my aching breasts, and the strain of hanging from my limbs and middle, I was having a hard time at the beginning. But, as the night wore onwards and the local kids went home, I began to look forward to my tormentor's return. He's always nice to me after a severe punishment and I began to get excited as the minutes crawled by. As near as I could guess several hours had gone by and I was wet with the anticipation of the good, hard fucking I would get when Mike came home.
There was one thing Mike hadn't anticipated and I let out an involuntary moan of horror when I saw him come into the garage. It was Balzac, the neighbours friendly, playful kitten! I jumped a bit from the surprise of seeing something come into the garage, and the kitten's attention was immediately drawn to the weights hanging down in the center of the room. Praying that I could scare him away, I began to make as much noise and squirm around as much as I could. Not only did this fail to scare the crea- ture, but he immediately ran to the swinging weights and reached out a tentative paw.
Well, kittens will be playful and in front of my terrified eyes Balzac took his paw and batted one of the weight as hard as he could! The pain was awful and after hours of a dull pain, the sharp feeling it evoked only served to remind me of how utterly helpless I really was. This small playful kitten had the power to cause me enormous amounts of pain and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. As the weights went swinging back and forth Balzac continued playing with more and more excitement. The ultimate hurt came when one of the strings caught in his claws and his entire weight came down on my right nipple. The plastic clamp was no match for this kind of strain and it pulled off my tit, pinching the nipple. I screamed as loud as I could but the gag was tight and nothing but a low moan came out. The tears were streaming from my eyes as I saw Balzac run out of the garage to be replaced by the twin headlights of Mike's car.
Mike had seen Balzac run from the building and was laughing as he drove under me, into the garage. He jumped from the car carrying the door remote control in his hand and without saying a word climbed up and rubbed the tortured breast. He carefully removed the other nipple clamp and I winced at the sudden pain. He asked me if I was ready to come down yet and when I almost banged my head nodding yes, he hit the remote control button and down I came. After my tits had recovered a bit due to Mike's kind ministrations, I was ready for a little post-punishment carnali- ty.
Still helpless against the door, I watched as Mike peeled out of his clothes and came towards me. No casual fingering as he had done before! Now Mike used both hands and his tongue as he raised my already excited body to the fever pitch. With the gag still deep in my mouth, I communicated my needs by thrusting my hips towards him as far as my bonds would allow. This time he didn't deny me and with one thrust he sheathed his cock deep inside me and started fucking hard. I had orgasmed once and was well on my way to the next climax when all of a sudden Mike simply stopped thrusting.
Tied as I was there wasn't much in the way of humping I was able to do, I moaned my desperation out loud in the hope that my lover would take mercy on me. Mike reached back and took the garage door remote from the hood of the car and hit the button. I began to move upwards, still bound tightly to the door. I whimpered as I wondered what further tortures he had in mind, when he hit the button again and the door started back down. He held absolutely still as he punched the automatic control again and again and used the door to fuck me.
It gave the kind of long, slow, deep strokes that Mike knows I love, and after a few trips up and down I came as hard as I cam ever remember. Mike was right there with me and afterwards as I was hanging, exhausted, he reached behind me and undid the gag. After a few kisses and my promise to be a bit more careful about changing his plans for him, Mike started undoing the bonds which had held me so firmly.
Placing third in the tournament had put Mike in a great mood and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom where we cuddled, shared Hagen Daz for my dinner and continued with a night of gentle lovemaking. Like I said, for the most part our sex life is pretty "normal", I wouldn't trade these nights for anything.
It had been a wonderful day at the office. I'd finally finished a project I'd been working on for the last month or so, and for the first time I felt like I could really conquer the world. Normally Mike and I spend our nights together doing lots of home improvement on the place we'd just bought. But this was Wednes- day, the day of Mike's "night out with the boys" card game. Nothing so exciting as poker or anything, but these guys could sure get worked up over a game of Bridge!
Seeing that I was going to leave work early, I telephoned Mike at his office and promised I'd make dinner so he wouldn't have to grab a quickie at the local McDeath's. On the way home, a really wicked thought occurred to me. I was feeling really good and I wanted to celebrate finishing my project. I figured to hell with his bridge game, tonight we would do things my way. With the benefit of hindsight it was a great idea, but next time I'll ask what he feels like doing before I go changing any plans!
When I got home I forgot about making dinner and instead called our favourite local restaurant to make a reservation. I was just drying off from a shower when I heard the garage door close after Mike's car pulled in. Quickly throwing on a night gown and slippers, I bounced downstairs hoping for the beginning of a fantastic night. Wrong! It seemed today was as bad for him as it was good for me. When I got a perfunctory kiss at the door, I realized my plans for the night didn't match what Mike had in mind.
He was a little early and asked if we could just unwind a bit and chat while we ate. Tonight was a Bridge tournament and he wanted to be sure to get there on time. I guess I was being pretty bitchy when I told him there was no dinner ready and I wanted to go out tonight! He immediately caught my mood and decided to- night wasn't the night to play around with my whims.
Grabbing me by the wrist he yanked off my night gown and pulled me into the garage. I'd been there before. We'd sunk some heavy duty eyebolts into the four corners and center of the garage door. I'd already had some wonderful whippings while tied spread-eagled to the four bolts. This time however, Mike wasn't fooling around for fun. He was pissed and wanted to let me know it.
Grabbing some rope from the top shelf he spread my arms and tied my right arm to the top left bolt. He was using many more turns of rope than he normally did but I didn't find out why until later. After my right arm was secure he proceeded to do the same with my left, fastening it to the other side of the door. I was stretched pretty tightly and complained about it --- well whined about it is probably more appropriate. Mike had heard enough and told me that he wanted silence until told otherwise. I closed my mouth pretty quickly because Mike has come up with some awful punishments and I didn't want to provoke him into making things worse that they already were.
Meanwhile, Mike was working on my legs, one to each side, and again used lots of rope. But this time he didn't stop with the ankles. He wound the ropes up around each leg to my knees and tied the two ends together. My legs were held very tightly and I struggled but couldn't pull very far away from the door. Mike told me that I had one punishment coming already and that if I didn't stand still I'd get another. Standing there spread out, unable to move with my chest sticking out demanding attention, I figured that now wasn't the time for bravado.
Mike went off into the house, closing the door behind him. I couldn't see what he was doing, but judging from the sounds from the house, I guessed he was whipping up some dinner for himself. After awhile I began to realize my situation. I was tied tight- ly, arms spread as far as I could stretch, my legs and knees were pinioned tightly to the door and to top it all off, I hadn't eaten anything all day. The only consolation was that I'd found a way to get Mike to stay home for the evening!
Mike came back after a few minutes with a sandwich and looked at me from the door. Walking over he started rubbing my breasts with his free hand. My nipples enlarged under his hand and I strained my body towards him in the hope that he'd stop eating the sandwich and starting eating something else. His hand moved down my body and found it's way into the folds of my pussy. I was already so excited that just the light touch of his hand was almost enough to send me over the brink, but Mike knew my body completely and always stopped before I'd reached a climax. I squirmed towards him as far as I could, but he wasn't in the mood to co-operate.
Finished with his sandwich, he continued a job I thought was already done. He took some thick leather straps we bought for our bondage play and fastened one to the bolt behind my back. The other went over the tops of my breasts under my armpits, forcing my tits to bulge a little under the strap. Mike tight- ened the straps and when he was done I couldn't pull my chest or hips away from the door at all. I was readying myself for the whipping I was sure was going to follow when Mike went back into the house again and returned a moment later with his coat.
He reached down and took the slippers from my feet saying "Good night honey, I'll see you when I get back from Bridge."
"What!" I said, "You're actually going! What are you gonna do, just leave me here?"
He just looked at me and then I realized he was only joking. After all, the car was here inside the garage with me! "Sorry love, I can't miss the game, and in case you didn't realize it, you just broke silence."
Ignoring my protestations he told me that I wouldn't have to worry about speaking out of turn again and proceeded to gag me with a black leather pad gag we bought. As he strapped the leather band tightly onto my head and tied it to one of the hinges, he casually mentioned that he had figured out a way to take the car from the garage despite my bound body. I looked up in fear as he walked to the door and looked at me with an odd smile on his face.
Well, nobody ever accused Mike of being dumb! He first turned off the garage light, and then to my horror, he flipped the switch on the automatic garage door opener! For a moment my bonds loosened as the door made the ninety degree turn at the ceiling but they were immediately tighter than before and I found myself hanging from the door, face down into the room! Mike had planned it perfectly, my head, arms and neck were all supported by the many turns of rope he had tied tightly around my limbs, while the bulk of my weight was supported by the heavy leather straps around my middle and chest.
He was pleased with the view! Walking under me he fingered me a little more, and then gave each of my hanging tits a good hard smack. I was hurting a little, but with the gag held deep in my mouth by the strap and the weight of my head I couldn't utter a word. Mike explained to me that the gag was merely because I had broken silence, my real punishment was still to come! He pointed out how unnecessary the slippers were in my current predicament and gave each of my bare soles a slap to drive home the point.
Climbing onto the hood of the care, he proceeded to give my left nipple a good licking. It quickly became erect with to the combination of his talented tongue and hands. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out something and held it up to my eyes. I quickly recognized one of the clips which we use with a weight to hold down tablecloths when picnicking outdoors. He had removed the weight and replaced it with a long string. He showed me that the end of the string was fastened to one of those five ounce lead weights used by fishermen to weight down their lines.
What could I do! I was helpless as he caressed my left breast and clipped the plastic devil into my helpless nip. The little moans and squirming brought on by the sudden pain failed to extract any sympathy from Mike as he performed the same operation on my right nipple. I was already having a hard time dealing with the pain when I realized that he hadn't let the weights down yet!
He gently placed the weights onto the front hood of the car and after tugging on the strings a little to test that the clips were firmly planted he gave me a kiss goodbye. Climbing into the car he called out that he hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he pulled out and the weights fell to the floor. He said that he'd be back in a few hours and that he'd be sure to back out quickly so that the weights would swing like a pendulum for awhile. "Thanks" I thought to myself, "What a guy!" As promised, he started the engine, hit reverse and was gone.
I could barely stand the burning in my breasts when the weights reached the end of the strings and yanked at my already pained tits. As promised, the weights swung back and forth close to the floor of the garage. The pain was incredible and as the weights swung I could see my distended nipples swaying underneath my body. It's a terrible thing to have to watch, feel, and be unable to control. My only hope was that they would stop swing- ing soon and that the pain would settle down to a sharp ache instead of the agony I now felt.
Other than coping with the pain, I didn't really have much to worry about, Mike had thought carefully about this one! The weather was warm enough so I wasn't going to freeze, and our house is in the country with the garage facing a hill so I didn't have to worry about casual passerbys. He had turned off the garage light so I wasn't going to be moth'ed to death, and the swinging weights had left me something to think about. Pretty considerate all in all. There where a few things I was thinking about however. It was still early in the evening and the neigh- bours children were playing in the neighbourhood. I could hear them running around and could only hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the garage door was open.
Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from my aching breasts, and the strain of hanging from my limbs and middle, I was having a hard time at the beginning. But, as the night wore onwards and the local kids went home, I began to look forward to my tormentor's return. He's always nice to me after a severe punishment and I began to get excited as the minutes crawled by. As near as I could guess several hours had gone by and I was wet with the anticipation of the good, hard fucking I would get when Mike came home.
There was one thing Mike hadn't anticipated and I let out an involuntary moan of horror when I saw him come into the garage. It was Balzac, the neighbours friendly, playful kitten! I jumped a bit from the surprise of seeing something come into the garage, and the kitten's attention was immediately drawn to the weights hanging down in the center of the room. Praying that I could scare him away, I began to make as much noise and squirm around as much as I could. Not only did this fail to scare the crea- ture, but he immediately ran to the swinging weights and reached out a tentative paw.
Well, kittens will be playful and in front of my terrified eyes Balzac took his paw and batted one of the weight as hard as he could! The pain was awful and after hours of a dull pain, the sharp feeling it evoked only served to remind me of how utterly helpless I really was. This small playful kitten had the power to cause me enormous amounts of pain and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. As the weights went swinging back and forth Balzac continued playing with more and more excitement. The ultimate hurt came when one of the strings caught in his claws and his entire weight came down on my right nipple. The plastic clamp was no match for this kind of strain and it pulled off my tit, pinching the nipple. I screamed as loud as I could but the gag was tight and nothing but a low moan came out. The tears were streaming from my eyes as I saw Balzac run out of the garage to be replaced by the twin headlights of Mike's car.
Mike had seen Balzac run from the building and was laughing as he drove under me, into the garage. He jumped from the car carrying the door remote control in his hand and without saying a word climbed up and rubbed the tortured breast. He carefully removed the other nipple clamp and I winced at the sudden pain. He asked me if I was ready to come down yet and when I almost banged my head nodding yes, he hit the remote control button and down I came. After my tits had recovered a bit due to Mike's kind ministrations, I was ready for a little post-punishment carnali- ty.
Still helpless against the door, I watched as Mike peeled out of his clothes and came towards me. No casual fingering as he had done before! Now Mike used both hands and his tongue as he raised my already excited body to the fever pitch. With the gag still deep in my mouth, I communicated my needs by thrusting my hips towards him as far as my bonds would allow. This time he didn't deny me and with one thrust he sheathed his cock deep inside me and started fucking hard. I had orgasmed once and was well on my way to the next climax when all of a sudden Mike simply stopped thrusting.
Tied as I was there wasn't much in the way of humping I was able to do, I moaned my desperation out loud in the hope that my lover would take mercy on me. Mike reached back and took the garage door remote from the hood of the car and hit the button. I began to move upwards, still bound tightly to the door. I whimpered as I wondered what further tortures he had in mind, when he hit the button again and the door started back down. He held absolutely still as he punched the automatic control again and again and used the door to fuck me.
It gave the kind of long, slow, deep strokes that Mike knows I love, and after a few trips up and down I came as hard as I cam ever remember. Mike was right there with me and afterwards as I was hanging, exhausted, he reached behind me and undid the gag. After a few kisses and my promise to be a bit more careful about changing his plans for him, Mike started undoing the bonds which had held me so firmly.
Placing third in the tournament had put Mike in a great mood and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom where we cuddled, shared Hagen Daz for my dinner and continued with a night of gentle lovemaking. Like I said, for the most part our sex life is pretty "normal", I wouldn't trade these nights for anything.
It was hot in the feast room. Sweat beaded on the slavegirl's forehead and thin rivulets trickled between her gleaming breasts. The glow of many torches flickered across her near-naked body, reflecting on her glistening skin. Her body heaved and panted as she moved rapidly to the beat of the drums. Only a single veil remained, shielding her body from the lustful eyes of the men sprawled idly on thick cushions around the room. Soon the time to drop this last veil would come, and she'd be fully revealed. With that thought, a surge of fear and desire swept through her. Soon there would be no barriers to their probing gazes, and then the pleasure would begin . . .
Her name was Loreena. She was slave-girl and concubine to the ruler of Klitoria. She had grown up a fisherman's daughter, among the sea-faring folk of the Numbrian coast. As a young girl, she'd been wild and free, roaming the woods and shore. She had a special bond with living things and knew the plants and animals for miles in every direction.
One day, as she was swimming in a quiet pool near where she'd been collecting burdock and coltsfoot for her grandmother, a Klitoran war-party appeared out of the woods. Although the naked girl scrambled to shore and began running through the trees, within a few steps one of the burly warriors grabbed her by the waist and roughly hauled her off her feet. She struggled, but the warrior slung her over his shoulder like a sack of meal, and her kicking, screaming, and clawing was in vain. He dumped her to the ground amidst his laughing companions. Another of the warriors hauled her to her feet, draped a rough animal skin around her body, and tied a rag over her mouth. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back and, again, she was hoisted over a shoulder as the armed band began marching to the shore.
Although Loreena didn't realize it, she'd been incredibly fortunate. It was standard practice for Klitoran raiders to rape then kill women and girls they encountered. Already in a state of undress, she had been a perfect target. This group of raiders, however, was specifically looking for slaves. The warlord, who happened to be with the men that stumbled upon Loreena, had ordered that saleable females were not to be molested. Some of the women were made available to the warriors after they set sail, but as a young virgin, Loreena's sale price would be significantly higher if she were untouched, and the warlord declared her off limits.
A long sea-voyage followed. Loreena spent most of it hopelessly seasick, as much from being locked into a dark hold crowded with sick and frightened women (captive men were kept in a separate hold), as from the motion of the ship. After what seemed an eternity in hell, the ship reached port. The captives were unloaded, and taken to a warehouse where they were ordered to bathe in a large tub, given rough but clean clothing, and fed. They were then marched a short distance under heavy guard to the king's palace.
The law in Klitoria permitted the king an inspection of all newly captured slaves, with the right to choose one in ten for his household. For this purpose, a special room in the palace had been constructed, with holding pens for slaves and a raised platform on which the slaves were inspected by the king one-at-a-time.
The slaves were crowded into a holding pen, men and women together. The slaveMaster picked them out one-at-a-time, ordered them to strip and then sent each through the door to the adjoining room, where a small armed guard escorted them to the king. No resistance was permitted. The first of the young men to be selected had refused to step forward; a nearby guard had drawn his sword and severed the man's hand as thoughtlessly as he would have swatted a fly. After that, obedience was swift and unquestioning.
Loreena's turn soon arrived. Slaves went naked to their inspection by the king, and the slaveMaster commanded her to remove her gown. Loreena had never been unclothed before an adult male, and she was being ordered to strip before a crowd of male prisoners, a dozen guards, and the slaveMaster. Realizing that the penalty for hesitation would be harsh, she loosened the drawstring of her shift and let it fall to the floor. A tear rolled down her cheek. Her eyes lowered, lips trembling, the now-naked girl stepped through the door into the king's chamber.
The guard escorted her across the large room and up the steps onto the dais where the king awaited. Her eyes were still focused on the floor. Gently, but firmly the king grasped her cheeks and chin in a single hand and forced her head upwards until she was staring into his face. His calm dark eyes had the look of one used to command, but something in them seemed kindly as well. With the fingers of his other hand, he parted her lips and began to examine her teeth and gums as if she were a horse for sale. With this, a wave of anger swept through her. Her eyes flashed her hatred, and she lunged forward, snapping her teeth at his hand. With long experience at handling untamed slaves, the king had his hand well out of her way.
He laughed, "she's a wild one!"
He continued to examine her, turning her head first one way then the other as she glared at him. He saw a girl of 13, well developed for her age. Her complexion was olive-colored and clear. Thick dark hair framed a lovely face, with full lips, a small but well-formed nose and large wide-set dark eyes.
Now he began to explore her body. He ran his hands firmly over each part of her. Carefully he examined her hands and arms. As he began to run his hands over her torso, her anger turned to shame, and she dropped her eyes. This was the most humiliating experience she'd ever endured, but something about it excited her as well. As the king continued his exploration, the flush that spread over her body was only partly from embarrassment.
The king ran his hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts. They had just begun to develop within the last few months, and although they were not yet large, her breasts were shapely and firm. The king lingered, watching her carefully, as he caressed them. His face lit up as her newly- developed nipples stiffed, her eyes closed, and a small gasp escaped her lips. His hands traveled on, exploring the gentle curve of her smooth but tight belly and then moving down to the outward flare of her hips. He circled her and began to examine her from behind. He stroked her neck, her shoulders, and then down the long curve of her well-formed back, scrutinizing her carefully. When he got to her ass, he had her step up onto a tall stool that put her waist at eye-level. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly, and after giving them a couple of squeezes, forced them apart. He probed into her crack with his forefinger, gently insinuating the tip into her tight hole. He moved on, exploring the backs of her thighs and her legs. He lifted each foot in turn and examined it closely, noting the slim graceful arch. He moved back to her front and ran his hands up her legs to her thighs. He was pleased at how smooth and lovely they were. He concluded his inspection with her pussy. It was lightly clothed in a fine covering of maiden-floss. He told her to spread her legs and then gently probed between her lips. Using one hand to spread them apart, he licked the forefinger of the other and softly placed the tip on her nubbin. As he slowly but firmly circled the knob of flesh, it hardened and her pussy moistened. He watched her face as he continued his caresses, noting her flushed skin, her parted lips, half- closed eyes, and ragged breathing. He moved his forefinger back between her lips into her slippery folds. As he reached her opening, he pushed slowly, and inserted his finger to the first joint before the growing resistance and a small yelp told him to go no farther.
His examination complete, the king delivered his judgement.
"She's young, not yet ready for the bed, but spirited and undamaged; I think she has promise. Take her to the slave's quarters and teach her her duties."
As Loreena was led from the examination chamber, her mind was in a daze. She'd been frightened, shamed, humiliated, violated. On the other hand, she had experienced sensations that she'd never imagined. Her skin still tingled where the king had fondled her. The memory of his touch, particularly the gentle probing of her privates send a shiver through her body.
She didn't see the king again for over two years. She was given a pallet in the harem and assigned light kitchen duties. She was chaperoned at all times, although her contact with males was infrequent; mostly she was in the company of women slaves in the kitchen and sleeping quarters or the eunechs who guarded the harem. In addition to her work in the kitchen, she spent an hour or two each day with one of the older harem women being instructed in the arts of pleasuring a man. She learned to dance. Dances to amuse, dances to entertain, dances to excite. She was taught the 98 movements of arousal, the 46 positions of joining, the 18 methods of satisfaction. She excelled at these lessons, seldom requiring a repetition of what she was told or shown. She was well-liked by the king's women, and often these lessons became a source of lively amusement. During one session, both Loreena and her teacher, a young women who was a favorite of the king's, dissolved into gales of laughter as they licked and sucked on garden vegetables.
One day, a slavewoman that Loreena hadn't met before, Vana, was waiting in the usual place of instruction. The gauzy fabric that covered Vana's beautiful young body was extremely suggestive of the smooth, firm shapes beneath it. Taking her by the hand, Vana led Loreena to a small, dimly lit chamber, richly draped in tapestries and furs. She motioned Loreena to sit on a pile of soft pillows.
"In order to excite the Master," she said, "you must know what excites. I can tell you, but it is best if you experience for yourself. I'll dance for you, the most sensuous and arousing of the dances, the dance of the seven veils. You must try to see me through the eyes of the Master. Imagine that you are he, and feel the arousal that he would feel as I dance. Let yourself be tantalized, stimulated. Let yourself be a man, swept with excitement and desire."
A woman with a small drum entered the room and, seating herself by the wall, began a slow, insistent rhythm. Vana moved to the drumbeats. Her hips swayed and her hands described graceful arcs drawing attention to various parts of her body. Her eyes were closed and the briefest hint of a smile played over her lips. The drumbeat increased in tempo and intensity, and Vana's motions gradually became more vigorous without losing any of their grace.
Vana twirled and undulated with the sensuous movements of the dance, and Loreena caught tantalizing glimpses of legs, thighs, buttocks, and breasts through momentary gaps in the layer of veils. As she danced, Vana began to slowly and erotically remove the veils, one-at-a-time, and with each, more and more of her body was exposed to Loreena's eager gaze.
Loreena was totally caught up in the dance now. The glimpses she'd seen of Vana's body had caused a pleasant, tingling warmth to spread through her. Imagining herself as a man excited her, and she was, indeed, becoming aroused. As Vana's body was increasingly revealed to her, she noticed a pleasurable wetness spreading between her thighs. Reaching beneath her robe, she gently began to rub herself. The room was warm, and the growing heat in her body caused her skin to flush. Her breathing became rapid, and she was soon gasping for breath.
Vana continued the dance, wilder and more erotic with the removal of each veil. As she removed the last veil, she danced behind it, using the semitransparent gauze to hide her body. The light shining through the veil fully revealed her form while leaving her features hidden. She repeatedly made motions as if to drop it, but each time the fabric swirled around her nude body, leaving Loreena's sight unsatisfied. The anticipation was driving Loreena wild. Her fingers moved steadily/s stroking her moist warmth. As Vana suddenly dropped the final veil, finally revealing her naked perfection, the tension in Loreena's body peaked and she was racked by a gasping, shuddering release.
In the months to come, Vana continued her lessons.
"Many men think only of their own pleasure," Vana told her. "Our Master is not fully satisfied unless his woman reponds with enjoyment. You must learn to experience pleasure. Your body must become a harp from which his gentle strokes will bring forth sweet music. But his enjoyment must always come first. You must be so well trained to your own pleasure that it is automatic, so that, with no will or effort on your part, you experience ecstasy, allowing you to focus all your attention on him."
Vana began to teach Loreena's body. Loreena already had a natural aptitude for pleasure and Vana's training deepened and strengthened her responses. The lessons started with Loreena stretched out naked on a large bed. Vana gently stroked her hands over Loreena's body. She kissed and licked each part of her. In later sessions, Vana would focus on individual parts of Loreena's body; a full two hours might be spent in fondling, caressing, and kissing a single finger, until attentions to any part of her body brought immediate arousal. Vana paid particular attention to Loreena's breasts and cunt. She spent many hours kissing and massaging her nipples and tender breasts until blowing lightly on one of her nipples was sufficient to bring it to erection and start her moaning. She spent a series of sessions on different parts of Loreena's pussy, teaching her to respond to fingers or lips on her mound, her outer lips, her inner lips, her clitoris, and the outer passage of her vagina. When she got to the vagina, she handled it with great care, inserting her smallest finger only a short distance. Vana didn't chance broaching her; stimulation of her inner depths would have to wait for the king.
Loreena's next task was to learn to receive pleasure while devoting all of her attention to stimulating another. Vana removed her clothing and stretched out on the bed next to the already-naked girl.
"Touch my body in the ways that you like best. As you do, I'll be arousing you. You're to allow yourself to be aroused and to respond to my caresses, but all your attention is to be on my pleasure."
Loreena began to suck on one of Vana's large, full breasts. As she did, Vana gently inserted a finger between her lips and began slowly massaging her clitoris. Loreena began to squirm, but continued her sucking and kissing. As Loreena kissed and rubbed Vana's breasts, neck, stomach, and finally her pussy, Vana continued to fondle her student. Loreena was writhing and moaning, her breath coming in gasps. Vana "punished" any lapse in Loreena's attention by stopping her ministrations, continuing only when Loreena was again fully focused on her teacher's body.
"Remember," Vana said, "it is HIS pleasure that comes first. It is HIS pleasure that is important."
After several months of training, Loreena was able to reach a powerful climax with no interruption to her pleasuring of Vana.
During her training period, Loreena's body had filled and matured. By the time that her 16th birthday approached, she was a fully developed, beautiful woman. Her breasts had become rounded, heavy yet firm, each crowned with a large rosy nipple. Her hips were full and her buttocks smooth and tight. Her stomach was well-muscled and gently domed. Her arms and legs were long and graceful, and she had beautifully sensitive hands and feet.
Finally, Loreena's training drew to a close, and she was ready to appear before the king.
"You've been in my harem for two years now," he said when she was brought before him. "Have you learned well?"
"I hope so, Master," she replied quietly, her eyes downcast.
The king was pleased with her submissive manner and, as always with new ones, was aroused by her fresh innocence.
"You've been learning to please me," he said, "and I'm sure that you will. But for this, your first time, you must forget everything that you've learned about how to give pleasure. The first time is for you."
The king motioned for her to sit on the bed beside him.
"Have you ever touched a man before?" he asked.
"No, Master."
"Have you ever wanted to?"
"Yes, Master" she responded shyly.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes, Master, a little."
"Look at me."
He placed the back of his hand under her chin and very gently lifted it until her eyes were level. Her mind went back to her first encounter with the king. He'd forced her to look at him then, but how different things were now! That time she'd been treated like an animal and had been consumed with rage and shame. This time she'd come here as a woman, and was prepared to give herself to him. She looked into his eyes. The strength and kindness she remembered were there. They were a deep brown, almost black, and she felt as if they were reaching inside her, tenderly touching deep places. His wide, full mouth smiled at her gently. His face was framed with dark hair and a dark, full beard. As she hesitantly stretched out a hand to touch it, finding it soft, he smiled even wider.
"My body is not very different from yours. Its really not frightening. Would you like to see my chest?"
"Yes, Master" she replied, lowering her eyes.
Realizing that this untried girl would be shy about baring her body to him, he hoped to ease her fears by undressing for her at an unhurried pace. Slowly, giving her time to adjust, he loosed the thongs at his throat.
"Would you help me off with this, please," he requested.
Being given a task, even the simple one of removing the king's tunic, helped to calm Loreena. The silky garment felt good against her skin, and she lingered before pulling it over his head and helping him remove his arms from it. He stood before her bared to the waist.
"Look as long as you like," he said.
His chest and shoulders were smooth and firmly muscled. His arms were powerful and led to large hands with long, graceful fingers. His tight stomach was lightly covered in fine, dark hair. He slowly turned away to give her an opportunity to examine his long, well-muscled back. After a while, he turned again until he was facing her.
"Would you like to touch me?"
In reply, she slowly placed a hand on his stomach. Hesitantly, she rubbed the palm over his skin, delighting in the tickling sensation of his silky hair against her skin. Giggling, she pressed her hand tighter against him and slid it up to his chest. His nipples were dark, and much smaller than hers. To her surprise, when her fingers brushed over one of them, she felt it stiffen. As she continued to stroke it with a finger, his nipple became hard and she noticed little bumps appearing at its edge. His breathing became audible.
"It feels good when you touch me there."
She moved her hand to his other nipple and it quickly became erect as his breathing deepened.
"That feels very good. Why don't you kiss me there?"
She rose from her seat on the bed and, ducking her head slightly, pressed her lips to a nipple. His skin was slightly salty, and gave off a pleasant musky smell. She rubbed her tongue and over his now-erect nipple and he gasped. His taste, smell, and the sensation of his firm flesh against her lips began to arouse her. He was rubbing the nape of her neck, gently but firmly holding her head against his chest. After a few moments he gently pulled her away from him.
"We're here to give you pleasure, and make a woman of you. Let me see if I can please you as much as you just pleased me. Will you let me take off your shirt?"
Suddenly shy, she dropped her eyes, and began to fumble with the laces that fastened her top. Normally, she wore a simple gown with no undercloth- ing. From long experience, the king knew that being unclothed in a single step was too great a shock for many virgin girls. He'd instructed his slaveMaster in the proper clothing for a female slave's first time: an undergarment that wrapped the loins, soft, loosely fitting trousers, a shirt with laces at the top and two large buttons down the front, and under that a short open vest that left the stomach revealed, but covered the breasts. This clothing, though it didn't have the erotic appeal of the clothing normally worn by slavegirls that attended him, allowed the young girl a feeling of modesty, and was easily removed one piece at a time, allowing her to slowly become accustomed to his touch and gaze.
The king gently took her hands in his and removed them from her throat. He returned to the top of her garment and slowly loosened and removed the laces. Dropping his hands to her hips, he pulled her close to him. Slowly he lowered his head until his lips were touching hers. He gave her a slow, lingering kiss, but as yet didn't part his lips. Loreena had received a great deal of training in the art of giving and receiving kisses, but the moment she felt the king's lips, all knowledge fled from her mind and she was immobilized. He broke the kiss and, unbuttoning the bottom button of her shirt, moved his hands back to her waist. He slipped them beneath her garment and slowly began rubbing the sides and back of her waist. His touch against Loreena's bare skin opened a new world of sensation to her. Vana's touch had never felt like this. His hands were firm and strong against her. His caresses were gentle, but she could feel the power behind them. His hands were slightly rough, but that only added to her sensations of pleasure. Her breathing deepened, and she began an unconscious swaying of her hips. He moved his hands up under her vest and began to stroke the long, smooth muscles of her back. With this, he lowered his head again and this time, her lips parted beneath his. He insinuated his tongue between them and she reponded by sucking it deep into her mouth. Removing his hands from beneath her clothing, he unbuttoned the final button of her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her vest in place. He caressed her smooth shoulders, then the fine hairs on the nape of her neck. He continued to probe her with his tongue, gently but insistently sucking at her lush, full lips. Her breathing became ragged, and she was moving against him, causing a hardness to arise where her now-naked stomach was pressed against his trousers.
He moved his hands to her stomach and began to trail the backs of them up under her vest. He stopped at the bottom of her ribcage with his fingers lightly resting against the tender undersides of her maiden breasts. Gently he began to stroke her soft flesh, with each caress moving higher, until he was a hair-breadth from the edge of her nipples. This attention to her sensitive skin was driving her crazy, and she longed for him to proceed, but he lingered, teasing her to distraction.
At last, she could stand it no longer, and tearing her mouth away from him, she whimpered, "Please, touch me, Master. Please"
With that, he moved his thumbs up to her nipples and began to massage them with a circular motion. He felt an immediate response; each became rigid, the nipple extending out from the surrounding puckered flesh. He gentled grabbed each nipple between a pair of fingers and began to stroke them outward, pulling gently. As he did, he felt them become longer and harder, and her breathing quickened.
He reached for the edges of her vest and drew the garment up over her shoulders and then back down her arms. It dropped to the floor, baring her upper body to his gaze.
"Your breasts are magnificent. You've become a woman; a beautiful one."
As he praised her body, she lowered her eyes, her face and chest blushing deeply. He dropped to one knee before her and gently took a nipple between his lips. As he did, a tremble ran through her body and a moan escaped from her slightly parted lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body swayed toward him. He placed one hand on her back, pressing her body against his mouth and with the other squeezed and rubbed her other breast. Shy no longer, she pushed her body hard against his mouth and hand. The many months that Vana had spent in training her responses now rushed to the fore. Sensations raced through Loreena's body from her sensitive nipple to her warm, moist pussy. With each instant, the throbbing between her legs was becoming more and more insistent. When the king sucked her other nipple into his mouth and gently bit the tip, she was overwhelmed. Her body shuddered in climax, leaving her gasping and trembling.
The king was overawed. Never before had he seen a woman so responsive, and this was her first time! He lowered her gently to the bed, allowing her time to recover from the intensity of her orgasm.
As she lay watching him through half-closed eyes, a smile on her lips, he said, "I'd like to show you more of my body."
With this, he untied the fastening of his trousers, slowly lowered them to mid-thigh, and then allowed them to drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, he was clothed only in a small loin cloth. He turned slowly, allowing her to drink in the sight of his muscular thighs, tight calves, and well- formed feet. The loincloth left uncovered his firm ass cheeks, slightly concave on the sides where the tight muscles pulled in. A prominent bulge at his crotch was still hidden from her view. As she stared at this wonderful specimen of manhood, the first she'd seen, she felt warm and liquid sensations passing through her body.
The king took her hand and helped her to her feet.
"Now you must let me see more of you," he said.
With this, he deftly untied the drawstring that cinched her trousers in against her waist and with a swift tug, widened the opening. Keeping hold of the fabric, he rested his hands on her hips, and then very slowly and sensuously he stroked his hands down her sides, the trousers peeling off her body as he did. As he unclothed her, he stared into her eyes, with not a glimpse downward. When the trouser were below her thighs, he loosed the fabric and it pooled at her feet. He stroked upward along the outsides of her thighs and then gently squeezed her ass cheeks through the thin cloth of her undergarment. They were so soft yet firm! She let out a deep sigh and began to rub her crotch against him.
Normally, when initiating a maiden, he would pause at this point, allowing her to become accustomed to this new stage of undress before continuing. This girl was so aroused, however, that he decided to proceed, and began to unbind her loin covering. Freeing the end of the long strip of fabric, he unwound it from around her hips and between her thighs. When only a single length of the cloth remained between her legs, he grasped it both from behind and in front and, pulling it gently upward, see-sawed the tightened, silky fabric against her moistening slit. The sensations in her pussy were driving her wild - her hips undulated and she was moaning loudly.
Finally, releasing his front hand, the king eased the cloth from between her legs, replacing it with his fingers. As he stroked between her juicy lips, he slowly lowered his body until he was on his knees before her. At last he allowed his eyes to feast on her treasures. Her firm mound was densely clothed with sable fur. Her pussy lips were large and full, and the tender flesh between them was a tantalizing shade of reddish-pink. A pearly liquid coated her insides and a rich, delicious smell met his nostrils. Removing his hand from her, he inhaled the essence and then licked at the tasty fluid.
With fingers of both hands he now parted her outer lips to reveal her erect and throbbing button. Farther back, he could see the flesh within her opening pulsating in response to the sensations of his touch. Moving closer, he extended his tongue and placed the tip on her knob. It was as if she'd been struck by lightening. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her quivering body. As he moved inward, sucking her tender lips into his mouth, she came again. His tongue, probing into the tight opening of her vagina, brought on yet another climax. He briefly withdrew his mouth to wet a fore- finger and then, as he continued his oral exploration of her depths, he gently worked the moistened digit into her back passage. With this, a rapid series of orgasms shook the girl. The king, realizing that she was on the verge of losing consciousness, arose and gently eased her onto the bed.
The time to take her had come.
He quickly unwound his loin cloth and lowered his naked body next to the writhing girl. He began to suck on her right nipple and caress her left breast. With the other hand he stroked the slippery flesh of her pussy. Loreena was gasping and moaning. Her body was shuddering continuously. Quickly the king positioned himself between her trembling thighs, taking care to keep his weight well-supported. With one hand he grasped his cock and carefully positioned it so that the tip of the head was nestled against her opening. Moving his hand up, he began fondling her clitoris. Her cries increased in intensity, and she began to thrust upward. Moving his hips with hers, he avoided penetrating her, letting only the head of his penis slip inside her well-lubricated sheath. As he continued to caress her, her orgasms became more frequent and stronger. When he judged that she was totally lost in the pleasure, he drove himself into her with a single, swift, well-directed thrust. He felt the resistance within her vagina giving way before his powerful penetration. Loreena let out a scream, as much from the pleasure of the additional stimulation as from the pain of her now- sundered maidenhead. The king paused; his penis buried to the hilt in her warm cunt. He allowed her to adjust to the new sensations. She was lying still now, her breast heaving as she gasped for breath, a few tears leaking from beneath her closed eyelids.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She nodded her head.
Slowly the king began to arouse her again. He suckled her breasts and with one hand stroked her sides, her stomach, her neck, occasionally reaching down to lightly rub her furry mound and her hard little clit. He kept his cock firmly pressed into her and took care not to move within her. He kissed her continually, sliding his tongue into her, caressing the sensitive flesh inside her warm mouth. As her excitement rose, she began to wiggle her hips, at first slowly, and then gradually faster and more vigorously. As she moved beneath him, he began to thrust. He kept his movements well- controlled, small, slow back-and-forth movements, taking great care not to hurt her. As her motions increased, he kept pace with her, and within a few minutes, he was sliding in and out of her smoothly; only the tip of his cock remaining inside her as he withdrew and then pressing into her until the padding of his groin was tightly pressed against her mound. Her cunt was extremely tight and warm around his thick cock. Faster and faster they rocked against each other. Loreena was making a continual high-pitched wailing sound; the king gave a lower-pitched gasping moan with each thrust.
Although Loreena's newly-penetrated passage was a bit raw and sore, sensations of pleasure mixed with the pain. She was filled in a way that she had never imagined. As the king's swollen shaft moved in and out, places inside of her that had never been touched were being stroked over and over again, causing the most intense delight that she'd ever experienced. Her body convulsed as one orgasm after another swept through her. The muscles of her vagina rippled, contracting rhythmically around the king's hardness. The sensations quickly overwhelmed him, and he shot spurt after spurt of his hot juice into her body. The additional stimulation of his cream splashing against the walls of her vagina brought on an overpowering climax, causing Loreena to collapse in a swoon.
As she began to revive, the kings powerful body was slackly draped over hers. His breathing was beginning to slow, his eyes closed and his features relaxed. Soon, he roused himself, and rolling off of her, he gathered her sated body in his arms. He gently caressed her face with his lips while murmuring endearments. They both quickly fell asleep, relaxed smiles on their faces.
The king did not request Loreena's presence again for several days, allowing her time to heal. When she came to his chambers again, she was dressed in gauzy, revealing fabrics which he gently but quickly stripped from her body. This time, he allowed her to put her training to use. The first time her lips touched his member, she was stunned at the difference between practicing and engaging in the real thing. Licking and sucking on the king's penis turned out to be incredibly enjoyable! She loved the feel of his warm smooth skin on her lips, and the sensation of his shaft sliding down her throat caused her thighs to dampen with excitement. His musky smell was very pleasing to her. When at last she felt his balls tighten and he began to pump his cum down her throat, she had a hard time swallowing fast enough to keep up, but found the taste not at all unpleasant.
When he'd caught his breath, he laid her back on the bed and parting her legs, lowered his head between them. When she protested that he didn't need to do that, that she was here for his pleasure, he replied, "My dear, you'll enjoy this almost as much as I will."
Again, the difference between the sessions with Vana and those with the king was almost overwhelming. The sensation of the king's lush beard against her tender thighs drove her wild. His lips and tongue, while not as soft as Vana's, had a power and intensity that drove her to heights of ecstasy that she'd never experienced with her former teacher. After a long series of almost continual climaxes, the king stopped his ministrations and, lying back on the bed, pulled her on top and onto him. As she straddled him, rocking back and forth on his rock-hard shaft, her orgasms resumed and when finally he came, spasming over and over again inside her tightly gripping cunt, she collapsed in a heap against him.
This was the start of a long series of passionate encounters. Three, four, or even five times a week the king would send for her. They explored the full range of Loreena's erotic training and then pushed beyond that as each stimulated the other's imagination. The fit of their bodies and passions was perfect. They would have sexual encounters lasting several hours in which one position would flow into another, with almost no thought or effort. If the concept had been part of her vocabulary, Loreena would have said that she'd fallen in love with the king. Certainly, she'd become the king's favorite. He sent for her far more than any of his other women, and when he was away from the capital on one of his frequent journeys, his thoughts often turned to the young beauty. He was not only taken with her sexual prowess, but had come to appreciate her clever mind, and often found himself discussing the events of the day with her. He found her insightful, possessed of a clear and probing intelligence, and more and more he came to value her advice.
For two years, Loreena was the king's companion and had no contact with other men. Although it was standard practice for the king to make slavewomen available to visiting dignitaries, he was oddly reluctant to share Loreena with other men. For some reason that he couldn't explain, he wanted this beautiful creature to be his alone. She noted this unusual circumstance and finally questioned him.
"All the other slavewomen service ambassadors and other visitors. I'm the only one that is never sent to the outlander's bedchambers. Why is that?"
"I don't want to share you," he replied. "I want to keep you for myself. Besides, I'm worried that some foreign barbarian might hurt you. You're too young and tender to deal with some of the rough men that must be entertained."
"I'm sure that you could pick only gentle men for me, Master."
"Are you unhappy with me, little one?"
"No, no, no! You are all I live for, Master. All I care about is you and making you happy. But," and on that word she paused, "I hear the other slavewomen talking about the foreign men. They compare their bodies and what they do in bed. They all sound so different. I'm very curious. You're the only man I've ever known, and I wonder what other men are like. Beside," she said, glancing at him coyly through lowered lashes, "I might learn some new things that would please you."
Although the king was reluctant, he knew that keeping this beautiful butterfly caged against her will would cause her colors to fade. He bowed to the inevitable.
"Alright, I'll let you try a visitor or two. I'll grant you a favor that I've never permitted before. You may choose the men that you wish to be with. But you must remember that I am your lord and Master. I care for you very much, and you must reserve your loyalty and deepest passion for me."
"Oh yes, Master. My heart is yours."
The next day, a party of nobles from a bordering land entered the king's city. Soon after their arrival, the king sent for Loreena.
"Tonight we'll have a banquet for our guests. I'll arrange for you to observe them from a hidden spot. If one of them pleases you, I'll send you to his bed after the feasting. If he desires you, you may spend the night with him."
Loreena threw her arms around the king and kissing him wildly, murmured, "Thank you, Master. You won't be sorry; I promise."
As the banquet began, Loreena was hidden behind heavy drapery; a small opening in the curtain gave her a good view of the room. She looked around eagerly, carefully scrutinizing each of the visitors. Toward the end of the evening, the king slipped away from the festivities and joined her.
"Well, do any of them suit your fancy?"
Loreena indicated a red-haired man of medium height and build.
"That's Lorcan, the Duke of Eluria. He's a good man; I think you've made a fine choice, little one. I'll have you taken to his chamber; the feasting should be ending soon."
When Loreena reached Lorcan's room, she removed her clothing and settled into his bed. She pulled the covers up half-way, leaving her upper body bare. Propping herself up against a pile of pillows, she carefully arrayed her flowing waist-length hair. She'd spent a long time preparing for this encounter. Her face was scrubbed, eyebrows darkened, and just the faintest hint of rouge colored her cheeks and nipples. Her body was immaculately clean. She was wearing a trace of a dark, musky perfume, and as she thought of the handsome stranger, her own tantalizing aroma mingled with it.
After a few minutes, the Duke entered the room. His look of surprise at seeing the naked slavegirl in his bed quickly turned to a wide smile.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? It must be a succulent sweetmeat to end the feasting. And who might you be, my delicious little treat?"
"My name's Loreena m'lord. I'm here for your pleasure."
"And pleasure I'm sure it will be. Let's see what you've brought me."
With that, he pealed back the bedcovers to reveal her naked body. She began to move her body slowly and seductively, enticing the red-headed stranger. The movements of her legs caused her thighs to rhythmically close and separate, affording him brief but lewd glimpses of her already- soaked pussy. Her ass described slow, sensuous circles over the sheets, demonstrating the muscular control that would soon have the Duke in ecstasy. With one hand she slowly stroked her breasts, teasing the nipples into stiff little knobs. With the forefinger of the other, she played with her lips and tongue, occasionally inserting a finger into her mouth and then very slowly withdrawing it. All during this erotic performance, her sultry gaze was fixed on the handsome noble.
As she continued her display, she became more and more aroused. After a time, she moved the hand at her lips down to her pussy. She spread her outer lips giving the Duke a full view of her throbbing cunt. She began to slide a finger up and down the juicy folds, moving deeper and deeper into her depths with each stroke. Her breathing became ragged and heavy, and her eyes closed as she submerged in her pleasure. Her original intent, to arouse the Duke, was forgotten as her own needs took over. Her movements increased steadily, her slow undulations becoming wildly energetic gyrations. Her hips bucked upward toward her probing finger. Soon she inserted a second finger and then a third into her steaming pussy. With her other hand, she was vigorously kneading her breasts, massaging the nipples with her thumb. Soon, she moved that hand downward, and with two fingers began rapidly rubbing her engorged clitoris.
She was on the edge now, moaning loudly, her whole body trembling. With a rush, she crested. Tremors racked her, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her.
When she'd regained her breath, she opened her eyes and in a low voice edged with passion she said, "Don't you want to touch me?"
"You've been doing so well without any help; I enjoyed watching immensely. I'd better take my pants off though, before I split them."
With this, he removed his clothing. His penis was stiffly erect. It was not as long as the king's, but seemed thicker. Loreena stared at it in fascination. The Duke laid a hand on one of her tits and began to gently rub it.
This time, a few brief caresses over her breasts and stomach had her bucking and shaking, and the instant his fingers touched her clitoris, she exploded into another orgasm.
The Duke lowered himself onto the bed and, gathering the naked girl into his arms, began to kiss and stroke her. She eagerly returned his kisses, lightly running her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders and back, and down to softly squeeze his muscular ass. She broke the kiss and moved her lips to his right ear. She breathed hotly into it as she caressed him with her warm and vibrant tongue. The Duke's eyes were closed and he was sighing with pleasure as he slid a hand between her moist thighs. He slipped a finger into her juicy pussy, causing Loreena to squirm against him. She moved down from his ear to suck on the slightly salty skin of his neck and then trailed kisses down to his chest. As she licked and sucked his nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other, he gave a low moan and increased the rhythm of his finger inside her. She swung a leg up and over him so that she was straddling his waist. He fitted a second finger into her and then a third. Her juices were flowing freely and she was keening with delight as he pushed up into her and then withdrew slightly over and over again. She reached under him to stroke his ass and worked a finger towards his tight opening. Slowly, she pushed her finger into him, at the same time reaching behind to grab his stiffly erect cock. She matched her soft silky strokes up and down his shaft with small movements in and out of his behind. He was moaning loudly now as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her slick cavity.
Loreena knew that the Duke was close to coming. Quickly and gracefully, she lifted herself off of his hand and swung her body around to position her mouth against his cock and her pussy over his face. She slid her lips down his shaft until they were pressed against his pubic hair, her nose nuzzled against his balls. As she engulfed him, she pushed the finger in his ass up to the knuckle. In the meantime, the Duke, delighted to find Loreena's warm and tangy womanhood at his mouth, began to caress her tender inner flesh with his lips and tongue. The pleasure they were giving each other had them both bucking and moaning. The Duke licked his right fore- finger and worked it gently into her tight anus, causing her to squeal with delight. Within minutes they were both on the edge of orgasm, and with a rush they came, crying and shaking in the throes of exquisite sensation.
The Duke gently turned her body until she was facing him. He put his arms around her, pulling her close against him. His semi-erect cock was nestled against her pussy and, cupping her ass in both hands, he pushed it tightly against her. He began slowly sliding his shaft back and forth along her juicy slit. She moaned with delight and rocked her hips against him. He sucked on her right ear, repaying the pleasure that she had given him earlier. Soon her need for stimulation became overpowering. She reached down and gently grasping his shaft, guided it into her opening. He was once again fully erect, and the sensation of her clenched pussy massaging his shaft was intense. He rolled her over onto her back and, keeping hold of her ass cheeks, pulled himself into her over and over again. He varied the rhythm of his strokes, sometimes pulling almost completely out and lingering teasingly for several moments, only to plunge deeply into her. Each stroke was a bit different; sometime he stroked the top of her passage, sometimes the bottom, sometimes moving with a circular motion. Each part of her interior was being stimulated, and she responded with climax after climax. The throbbing of her pussy around his cock drove him to new heights. As his orgasm began to build, Loreena reinserted a finger into his rectum, at the same time gently raking the nails of her other hand down his back. He began spewing hot juice deep inside her. She pumped her finger in and out of him, in rhythm with the powerful contractions of her vagina, milking the sperm from him. His body had become rigid and he was rocking in and out of her with small, rapid movements. His orgasm seemed to go on and on. Finally, with a last powerful thrust, he buried himself deeply inside her. His cock jerked a few last times, and then his body went limp. Loreena and the Duke drifted off to sleep, his cock still nestled in her warm embrace.
Her name was Loreena. She was slave-girl and concubine to the ruler of Klitoria. She had grown up a fisherman's daughter, among the sea-faring folk of the Numbrian coast. As a young girl, she'd been wild and free, roaming the woods and shore. She had a special bond with living things and knew the plants and animals for miles in every direction.
One day, as she was swimming in a quiet pool near where she'd been collecting burdock and coltsfoot for her grandmother, a Klitoran war-party appeared out of the woods. Although the naked girl scrambled to shore and began running through the trees, within a few steps one of the burly warriors grabbed her by the waist and roughly hauled her off her feet. She struggled, but the warrior slung her over his shoulder like a sack of meal, and her kicking, screaming, and clawing was in vain. He dumped her to the ground amidst his laughing companions. Another of the warriors hauled her to her feet, draped a rough animal skin around her body, and tied a rag over her mouth. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back and, again, she was hoisted over a shoulder as the armed band began marching to the shore.
Although Loreena didn't realize it, she'd been incredibly fortunate. It was standard practice for Klitoran raiders to rape then kill women and girls they encountered. Already in a state of undress, she had been a perfect target. This group of raiders, however, was specifically looking for slaves. The warlord, who happened to be with the men that stumbled upon Loreena, had ordered that saleable females were not to be molested. Some of the women were made available to the warriors after they set sail, but as a young virgin, Loreena's sale price would be significantly higher if she were untouched, and the warlord declared her off limits.
A long sea-voyage followed. Loreena spent most of it hopelessly seasick, as much from being locked into a dark hold crowded with sick and frightened women (captive men were kept in a separate hold), as from the motion of the ship. After what seemed an eternity in hell, the ship reached port. The captives were unloaded, and taken to a warehouse where they were ordered to bathe in a large tub, given rough but clean clothing, and fed. They were then marched a short distance under heavy guard to the king's palace.
The law in Klitoria permitted the king an inspection of all newly captured slaves, with the right to choose one in ten for his household. For this purpose, a special room in the palace had been constructed, with holding pens for slaves and a raised platform on which the slaves were inspected by the king one-at-a-time.
The slaves were crowded into a holding pen, men and women together. The slaveMaster picked them out one-at-a-time, ordered them to strip and then sent each through the door to the adjoining room, where a small armed guard escorted them to the king. No resistance was permitted. The first of the young men to be selected had refused to step forward; a nearby guard had drawn his sword and severed the man's hand as thoughtlessly as he would have swatted a fly. After that, obedience was swift and unquestioning.
Loreena's turn soon arrived. Slaves went naked to their inspection by the king, and the slaveMaster commanded her to remove her gown. Loreena had never been unclothed before an adult male, and she was being ordered to strip before a crowd of male prisoners, a dozen guards, and the slaveMaster. Realizing that the penalty for hesitation would be harsh, she loosened the drawstring of her shift and let it fall to the floor. A tear rolled down her cheek. Her eyes lowered, lips trembling, the now-naked girl stepped through the door into the king's chamber.
The guard escorted her across the large room and up the steps onto the dais where the king awaited. Her eyes were still focused on the floor. Gently, but firmly the king grasped her cheeks and chin in a single hand and forced her head upwards until she was staring into his face. His calm dark eyes had the look of one used to command, but something in them seemed kindly as well. With the fingers of his other hand, he parted her lips and began to examine her teeth and gums as if she were a horse for sale. With this, a wave of anger swept through her. Her eyes flashed her hatred, and she lunged forward, snapping her teeth at his hand. With long experience at handling untamed slaves, the king had his hand well out of her way.
He laughed, "she's a wild one!"
He continued to examine her, turning her head first one way then the other as she glared at him. He saw a girl of 13, well developed for her age. Her complexion was olive-colored and clear. Thick dark hair framed a lovely face, with full lips, a small but well-formed nose and large wide-set dark eyes.
Now he began to explore her body. He ran his hands firmly over each part of her. Carefully he examined her hands and arms. As he began to run his hands over her torso, her anger turned to shame, and she dropped her eyes. This was the most humiliating experience she'd ever endured, but something about it excited her as well. As the king continued his exploration, the flush that spread over her body was only partly from embarrassment.
The king ran his hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts. They had just begun to develop within the last few months, and although they were not yet large, her breasts were shapely and firm. The king lingered, watching her carefully, as he caressed them. His face lit up as her newly- developed nipples stiffed, her eyes closed, and a small gasp escaped her lips. His hands traveled on, exploring the gentle curve of her smooth but tight belly and then moving down to the outward flare of her hips. He circled her and began to examine her from behind. He stroked her neck, her shoulders, and then down the long curve of her well-formed back, scrutinizing her carefully. When he got to her ass, he had her step up onto a tall stool that put her waist at eye-level. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly, and after giving them a couple of squeezes, forced them apart. He probed into her crack with his forefinger, gently insinuating the tip into her tight hole. He moved on, exploring the backs of her thighs and her legs. He lifted each foot in turn and examined it closely, noting the slim graceful arch. He moved back to her front and ran his hands up her legs to her thighs. He was pleased at how smooth and lovely they were. He concluded his inspection with her pussy. It was lightly clothed in a fine covering of maiden-floss. He told her to spread her legs and then gently probed between her lips. Using one hand to spread them apart, he licked the forefinger of the other and softly placed the tip on her nubbin. As he slowly but firmly circled the knob of flesh, it hardened and her pussy moistened. He watched her face as he continued his caresses, noting her flushed skin, her parted lips, half- closed eyes, and ragged breathing. He moved his forefinger back between her lips into her slippery folds. As he reached her opening, he pushed slowly, and inserted his finger to the first joint before the growing resistance and a small yelp told him to go no farther.
His examination complete, the king delivered his judgement.
"She's young, not yet ready for the bed, but spirited and undamaged; I think she has promise. Take her to the slave's quarters and teach her her duties."
As Loreena was led from the examination chamber, her mind was in a daze. She'd been frightened, shamed, humiliated, violated. On the other hand, she had experienced sensations that she'd never imagined. Her skin still tingled where the king had fondled her. The memory of his touch, particularly the gentle probing of her privates send a shiver through her body.
She didn't see the king again for over two years. She was given a pallet in the harem and assigned light kitchen duties. She was chaperoned at all times, although her contact with males was infrequent; mostly she was in the company of women slaves in the kitchen and sleeping quarters or the eunechs who guarded the harem. In addition to her work in the kitchen, she spent an hour or two each day with one of the older harem women being instructed in the arts of pleasuring a man. She learned to dance. Dances to amuse, dances to entertain, dances to excite. She was taught the 98 movements of arousal, the 46 positions of joining, the 18 methods of satisfaction. She excelled at these lessons, seldom requiring a repetition of what she was told or shown. She was well-liked by the king's women, and often these lessons became a source of lively amusement. During one session, both Loreena and her teacher, a young women who was a favorite of the king's, dissolved into gales of laughter as they licked and sucked on garden vegetables.
One day, a slavewoman that Loreena hadn't met before, Vana, was waiting in the usual place of instruction. The gauzy fabric that covered Vana's beautiful young body was extremely suggestive of the smooth, firm shapes beneath it. Taking her by the hand, Vana led Loreena to a small, dimly lit chamber, richly draped in tapestries and furs. She motioned Loreena to sit on a pile of soft pillows.
"In order to excite the Master," she said, "you must know what excites. I can tell you, but it is best if you experience for yourself. I'll dance for you, the most sensuous and arousing of the dances, the dance of the seven veils. You must try to see me through the eyes of the Master. Imagine that you are he, and feel the arousal that he would feel as I dance. Let yourself be tantalized, stimulated. Let yourself be a man, swept with excitement and desire."
A woman with a small drum entered the room and, seating herself by the wall, began a slow, insistent rhythm. Vana moved to the drumbeats. Her hips swayed and her hands described graceful arcs drawing attention to various parts of her body. Her eyes were closed and the briefest hint of a smile played over her lips. The drumbeat increased in tempo and intensity, and Vana's motions gradually became more vigorous without losing any of their grace.
Vana twirled and undulated with the sensuous movements of the dance, and Loreena caught tantalizing glimpses of legs, thighs, buttocks, and breasts through momentary gaps in the layer of veils. As she danced, Vana began to slowly and erotically remove the veils, one-at-a-time, and with each, more and more of her body was exposed to Loreena's eager gaze.
Loreena was totally caught up in the dance now. The glimpses she'd seen of Vana's body had caused a pleasant, tingling warmth to spread through her. Imagining herself as a man excited her, and she was, indeed, becoming aroused. As Vana's body was increasingly revealed to her, she noticed a pleasurable wetness spreading between her thighs. Reaching beneath her robe, she gently began to rub herself. The room was warm, and the growing heat in her body caused her skin to flush. Her breathing became rapid, and she was soon gasping for breath.
Vana continued the dance, wilder and more erotic with the removal of each veil. As she removed the last veil, she danced behind it, using the semitransparent gauze to hide her body. The light shining through the veil fully revealed her form while leaving her features hidden. She repeatedly made motions as if to drop it, but each time the fabric swirled around her nude body, leaving Loreena's sight unsatisfied. The anticipation was driving Loreena wild. Her fingers moved steadily/s stroking her moist warmth. As Vana suddenly dropped the final veil, finally revealing her naked perfection, the tension in Loreena's body peaked and she was racked by a gasping, shuddering release.
In the months to come, Vana continued her lessons.
"Many men think only of their own pleasure," Vana told her. "Our Master is not fully satisfied unless his woman reponds with enjoyment. You must learn to experience pleasure. Your body must become a harp from which his gentle strokes will bring forth sweet music. But his enjoyment must always come first. You must be so well trained to your own pleasure that it is automatic, so that, with no will or effort on your part, you experience ecstasy, allowing you to focus all your attention on him."
Vana began to teach Loreena's body. Loreena already had a natural aptitude for pleasure and Vana's training deepened and strengthened her responses. The lessons started with Loreena stretched out naked on a large bed. Vana gently stroked her hands over Loreena's body. She kissed and licked each part of her. In later sessions, Vana would focus on individual parts of Loreena's body; a full two hours might be spent in fondling, caressing, and kissing a single finger, until attentions to any part of her body brought immediate arousal. Vana paid particular attention to Loreena's breasts and cunt. She spent many hours kissing and massaging her nipples and tender breasts until blowing lightly on one of her nipples was sufficient to bring it to erection and start her moaning. She spent a series of sessions on different parts of Loreena's pussy, teaching her to respond to fingers or lips on her mound, her outer lips, her inner lips, her clitoris, and the outer passage of her vagina. When she got to the vagina, she handled it with great care, inserting her smallest finger only a short distance. Vana didn't chance broaching her; stimulation of her inner depths would have to wait for the king.
Loreena's next task was to learn to receive pleasure while devoting all of her attention to stimulating another. Vana removed her clothing and stretched out on the bed next to the already-naked girl.
"Touch my body in the ways that you like best. As you do, I'll be arousing you. You're to allow yourself to be aroused and to respond to my caresses, but all your attention is to be on my pleasure."
Loreena began to suck on one of Vana's large, full breasts. As she did, Vana gently inserted a finger between her lips and began slowly massaging her clitoris. Loreena began to squirm, but continued her sucking and kissing. As Loreena kissed and rubbed Vana's breasts, neck, stomach, and finally her pussy, Vana continued to fondle her student. Loreena was writhing and moaning, her breath coming in gasps. Vana "punished" any lapse in Loreena's attention by stopping her ministrations, continuing only when Loreena was again fully focused on her teacher's body.
"Remember," Vana said, "it is HIS pleasure that comes first. It is HIS pleasure that is important."
After several months of training, Loreena was able to reach a powerful climax with no interruption to her pleasuring of Vana.
During her training period, Loreena's body had filled and matured. By the time that her 16th birthday approached, she was a fully developed, beautiful woman. Her breasts had become rounded, heavy yet firm, each crowned with a large rosy nipple. Her hips were full and her buttocks smooth and tight. Her stomach was well-muscled and gently domed. Her arms and legs were long and graceful, and she had beautifully sensitive hands and feet.
Finally, Loreena's training drew to a close, and she was ready to appear before the king.
"You've been in my harem for two years now," he said when she was brought before him. "Have you learned well?"
"I hope so, Master," she replied quietly, her eyes downcast.
The king was pleased with her submissive manner and, as always with new ones, was aroused by her fresh innocence.
"You've been learning to please me," he said, "and I'm sure that you will. But for this, your first time, you must forget everything that you've learned about how to give pleasure. The first time is for you."
The king motioned for her to sit on the bed beside him.
"Have you ever touched a man before?" he asked.
"No, Master."
"Have you ever wanted to?"
"Yes, Master" she responded shyly.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes, Master, a little."
"Look at me."
He placed the back of his hand under her chin and very gently lifted it until her eyes were level. Her mind went back to her first encounter with the king. He'd forced her to look at him then, but how different things were now! That time she'd been treated like an animal and had been consumed with rage and shame. This time she'd come here as a woman, and was prepared to give herself to him. She looked into his eyes. The strength and kindness she remembered were there. They were a deep brown, almost black, and she felt as if they were reaching inside her, tenderly touching deep places. His wide, full mouth smiled at her gently. His face was framed with dark hair and a dark, full beard. As she hesitantly stretched out a hand to touch it, finding it soft, he smiled even wider.
"My body is not very different from yours. Its really not frightening. Would you like to see my chest?"
"Yes, Master" she replied, lowering her eyes.
Realizing that this untried girl would be shy about baring her body to him, he hoped to ease her fears by undressing for her at an unhurried pace. Slowly, giving her time to adjust, he loosed the thongs at his throat.
"Would you help me off with this, please," he requested.
Being given a task, even the simple one of removing the king's tunic, helped to calm Loreena. The silky garment felt good against her skin, and she lingered before pulling it over his head and helping him remove his arms from it. He stood before her bared to the waist.
"Look as long as you like," he said.
His chest and shoulders were smooth and firmly muscled. His arms were powerful and led to large hands with long, graceful fingers. His tight stomach was lightly covered in fine, dark hair. He slowly turned away to give her an opportunity to examine his long, well-muscled back. After a while, he turned again until he was facing her.
"Would you like to touch me?"
In reply, she slowly placed a hand on his stomach. Hesitantly, she rubbed the palm over his skin, delighting in the tickling sensation of his silky hair against her skin. Giggling, she pressed her hand tighter against him and slid it up to his chest. His nipples were dark, and much smaller than hers. To her surprise, when her fingers brushed over one of them, she felt it stiffen. As she continued to stroke it with a finger, his nipple became hard and she noticed little bumps appearing at its edge. His breathing became audible.
"It feels good when you touch me there."
She moved her hand to his other nipple and it quickly became erect as his breathing deepened.
"That feels very good. Why don't you kiss me there?"
She rose from her seat on the bed and, ducking her head slightly, pressed her lips to a nipple. His skin was slightly salty, and gave off a pleasant musky smell. She rubbed her tongue and over his now-erect nipple and he gasped. His taste, smell, and the sensation of his firm flesh against her lips began to arouse her. He was rubbing the nape of her neck, gently but firmly holding her head against his chest. After a few moments he gently pulled her away from him.
"We're here to give you pleasure, and make a woman of you. Let me see if I can please you as much as you just pleased me. Will you let me take off your shirt?"
Suddenly shy, she dropped her eyes, and began to fumble with the laces that fastened her top. Normally, she wore a simple gown with no undercloth- ing. From long experience, the king knew that being unclothed in a single step was too great a shock for many virgin girls. He'd instructed his slaveMaster in the proper clothing for a female slave's first time: an undergarment that wrapped the loins, soft, loosely fitting trousers, a shirt with laces at the top and two large buttons down the front, and under that a short open vest that left the stomach revealed, but covered the breasts. This clothing, though it didn't have the erotic appeal of the clothing normally worn by slavegirls that attended him, allowed the young girl a feeling of modesty, and was easily removed one piece at a time, allowing her to slowly become accustomed to his touch and gaze.
The king gently took her hands in his and removed them from her throat. He returned to the top of her garment and slowly loosened and removed the laces. Dropping his hands to her hips, he pulled her close to him. Slowly he lowered his head until his lips were touching hers. He gave her a slow, lingering kiss, but as yet didn't part his lips. Loreena had received a great deal of training in the art of giving and receiving kisses, but the moment she felt the king's lips, all knowledge fled from her mind and she was immobilized. He broke the kiss and, unbuttoning the bottom button of her shirt, moved his hands back to her waist. He slipped them beneath her garment and slowly began rubbing the sides and back of her waist. His touch against Loreena's bare skin opened a new world of sensation to her. Vana's touch had never felt like this. His hands were firm and strong against her. His caresses were gentle, but she could feel the power behind them. His hands were slightly rough, but that only added to her sensations of pleasure. Her breathing deepened, and she began an unconscious swaying of her hips. He moved his hands up under her vest and began to stroke the long, smooth muscles of her back. With this, he lowered his head again and this time, her lips parted beneath his. He insinuated his tongue between them and she reponded by sucking it deep into her mouth. Removing his hands from beneath her clothing, he unbuttoned the final button of her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her vest in place. He caressed her smooth shoulders, then the fine hairs on the nape of her neck. He continued to probe her with his tongue, gently but insistently sucking at her lush, full lips. Her breathing became ragged, and she was moving against him, causing a hardness to arise where her now-naked stomach was pressed against his trousers.
He moved his hands to her stomach and began to trail the backs of them up under her vest. He stopped at the bottom of her ribcage with his fingers lightly resting against the tender undersides of her maiden breasts. Gently he began to stroke her soft flesh, with each caress moving higher, until he was a hair-breadth from the edge of her nipples. This attention to her sensitive skin was driving her crazy, and she longed for him to proceed, but he lingered, teasing her to distraction.
At last, she could stand it no longer, and tearing her mouth away from him, she whimpered, "Please, touch me, Master. Please"
With that, he moved his thumbs up to her nipples and began to massage them with a circular motion. He felt an immediate response; each became rigid, the nipple extending out from the surrounding puckered flesh. He gentled grabbed each nipple between a pair of fingers and began to stroke them outward, pulling gently. As he did, he felt them become longer and harder, and her breathing quickened.
He reached for the edges of her vest and drew the garment up over her shoulders and then back down her arms. It dropped to the floor, baring her upper body to his gaze.
"Your breasts are magnificent. You've become a woman; a beautiful one."
As he praised her body, she lowered her eyes, her face and chest blushing deeply. He dropped to one knee before her and gently took a nipple between his lips. As he did, a tremble ran through her body and a moan escaped from her slightly parted lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body swayed toward him. He placed one hand on her back, pressing her body against his mouth and with the other squeezed and rubbed her other breast. Shy no longer, she pushed her body hard against his mouth and hand. The many months that Vana had spent in training her responses now rushed to the fore. Sensations raced through Loreena's body from her sensitive nipple to her warm, moist pussy. With each instant, the throbbing between her legs was becoming more and more insistent. When the king sucked her other nipple into his mouth and gently bit the tip, she was overwhelmed. Her body shuddered in climax, leaving her gasping and trembling.
The king was overawed. Never before had he seen a woman so responsive, and this was her first time! He lowered her gently to the bed, allowing her time to recover from the intensity of her orgasm.
As she lay watching him through half-closed eyes, a smile on her lips, he said, "I'd like to show you more of my body."
With this, he untied the fastening of his trousers, slowly lowered them to mid-thigh, and then allowed them to drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, he was clothed only in a small loin cloth. He turned slowly, allowing her to drink in the sight of his muscular thighs, tight calves, and well- formed feet. The loincloth left uncovered his firm ass cheeks, slightly concave on the sides where the tight muscles pulled in. A prominent bulge at his crotch was still hidden from her view. As she stared at this wonderful specimen of manhood, the first she'd seen, she felt warm and liquid sensations passing through her body.
The king took her hand and helped her to her feet.
"Now you must let me see more of you," he said.
With this, he deftly untied the drawstring that cinched her trousers in against her waist and with a swift tug, widened the opening. Keeping hold of the fabric, he rested his hands on her hips, and then very slowly and sensuously he stroked his hands down her sides, the trousers peeling off her body as he did. As he unclothed her, he stared into her eyes, with not a glimpse downward. When the trouser were below her thighs, he loosed the fabric and it pooled at her feet. He stroked upward along the outsides of her thighs and then gently squeezed her ass cheeks through the thin cloth of her undergarment. They were so soft yet firm! She let out a deep sigh and began to rub her crotch against him.
Normally, when initiating a maiden, he would pause at this point, allowing her to become accustomed to this new stage of undress before continuing. This girl was so aroused, however, that he decided to proceed, and began to unbind her loin covering. Freeing the end of the long strip of fabric, he unwound it from around her hips and between her thighs. When only a single length of the cloth remained between her legs, he grasped it both from behind and in front and, pulling it gently upward, see-sawed the tightened, silky fabric against her moistening slit. The sensations in her pussy were driving her wild - her hips undulated and she was moaning loudly.
Finally, releasing his front hand, the king eased the cloth from between her legs, replacing it with his fingers. As he stroked between her juicy lips, he slowly lowered his body until he was on his knees before her. At last he allowed his eyes to feast on her treasures. Her firm mound was densely clothed with sable fur. Her pussy lips were large and full, and the tender flesh between them was a tantalizing shade of reddish-pink. A pearly liquid coated her insides and a rich, delicious smell met his nostrils. Removing his hand from her, he inhaled the essence and then licked at the tasty fluid.
With fingers of both hands he now parted her outer lips to reveal her erect and throbbing button. Farther back, he could see the flesh within her opening pulsating in response to the sensations of his touch. Moving closer, he extended his tongue and placed the tip on her knob. It was as if she'd been struck by lightening. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her quivering body. As he moved inward, sucking her tender lips into his mouth, she came again. His tongue, probing into the tight opening of her vagina, brought on yet another climax. He briefly withdrew his mouth to wet a fore- finger and then, as he continued his oral exploration of her depths, he gently worked the moistened digit into her back passage. With this, a rapid series of orgasms shook the girl. The king, realizing that she was on the verge of losing consciousness, arose and gently eased her onto the bed.
The time to take her had come.
He quickly unwound his loin cloth and lowered his naked body next to the writhing girl. He began to suck on her right nipple and caress her left breast. With the other hand he stroked the slippery flesh of her pussy. Loreena was gasping and moaning. Her body was shuddering continuously. Quickly the king positioned himself between her trembling thighs, taking care to keep his weight well-supported. With one hand he grasped his cock and carefully positioned it so that the tip of the head was nestled against her opening. Moving his hand up, he began fondling her clitoris. Her cries increased in intensity, and she began to thrust upward. Moving his hips with hers, he avoided penetrating her, letting only the head of his penis slip inside her well-lubricated sheath. As he continued to caress her, her orgasms became more frequent and stronger. When he judged that she was totally lost in the pleasure, he drove himself into her with a single, swift, well-directed thrust. He felt the resistance within her vagina giving way before his powerful penetration. Loreena let out a scream, as much from the pleasure of the additional stimulation as from the pain of her now- sundered maidenhead. The king paused; his penis buried to the hilt in her warm cunt. He allowed her to adjust to the new sensations. She was lying still now, her breast heaving as she gasped for breath, a few tears leaking from beneath her closed eyelids.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She nodded her head.
Slowly the king began to arouse her again. He suckled her breasts and with one hand stroked her sides, her stomach, her neck, occasionally reaching down to lightly rub her furry mound and her hard little clit. He kept his cock firmly pressed into her and took care not to move within her. He kissed her continually, sliding his tongue into her, caressing the sensitive flesh inside her warm mouth. As her excitement rose, she began to wiggle her hips, at first slowly, and then gradually faster and more vigorously. As she moved beneath him, he began to thrust. He kept his movements well- controlled, small, slow back-and-forth movements, taking great care not to hurt her. As her motions increased, he kept pace with her, and within a few minutes, he was sliding in and out of her smoothly; only the tip of his cock remaining inside her as he withdrew and then pressing into her until the padding of his groin was tightly pressed against her mound. Her cunt was extremely tight and warm around his thick cock. Faster and faster they rocked against each other. Loreena was making a continual high-pitched wailing sound; the king gave a lower-pitched gasping moan with each thrust.
Although Loreena's newly-penetrated passage was a bit raw and sore, sensations of pleasure mixed with the pain. She was filled in a way that she had never imagined. As the king's swollen shaft moved in and out, places inside of her that had never been touched were being stroked over and over again, causing the most intense delight that she'd ever experienced. Her body convulsed as one orgasm after another swept through her. The muscles of her vagina rippled, contracting rhythmically around the king's hardness. The sensations quickly overwhelmed him, and he shot spurt after spurt of his hot juice into her body. The additional stimulation of his cream splashing against the walls of her vagina brought on an overpowering climax, causing Loreena to collapse in a swoon.
As she began to revive, the kings powerful body was slackly draped over hers. His breathing was beginning to slow, his eyes closed and his features relaxed. Soon, he roused himself, and rolling off of her, he gathered her sated body in his arms. He gently caressed her face with his lips while murmuring endearments. They both quickly fell asleep, relaxed smiles on their faces.
The king did not request Loreena's presence again for several days, allowing her time to heal. When she came to his chambers again, she was dressed in gauzy, revealing fabrics which he gently but quickly stripped from her body. This time, he allowed her to put her training to use. The first time her lips touched his member, she was stunned at the difference between practicing and engaging in the real thing. Licking and sucking on the king's penis turned out to be incredibly enjoyable! She loved the feel of his warm smooth skin on her lips, and the sensation of his shaft sliding down her throat caused her thighs to dampen with excitement. His musky smell was very pleasing to her. When at last she felt his balls tighten and he began to pump his cum down her throat, she had a hard time swallowing fast enough to keep up, but found the taste not at all unpleasant.
When he'd caught his breath, he laid her back on the bed and parting her legs, lowered his head between them. When she protested that he didn't need to do that, that she was here for his pleasure, he replied, "My dear, you'll enjoy this almost as much as I will."
Again, the difference between the sessions with Vana and those with the king was almost overwhelming. The sensation of the king's lush beard against her tender thighs drove her wild. His lips and tongue, while not as soft as Vana's, had a power and intensity that drove her to heights of ecstasy that she'd never experienced with her former teacher. After a long series of almost continual climaxes, the king stopped his ministrations and, lying back on the bed, pulled her on top and onto him. As she straddled him, rocking back and forth on his rock-hard shaft, her orgasms resumed and when finally he came, spasming over and over again inside her tightly gripping cunt, she collapsed in a heap against him.
This was the start of a long series of passionate encounters. Three, four, or even five times a week the king would send for her. They explored the full range of Loreena's erotic training and then pushed beyond that as each stimulated the other's imagination. The fit of their bodies and passions was perfect. They would have sexual encounters lasting several hours in which one position would flow into another, with almost no thought or effort. If the concept had been part of her vocabulary, Loreena would have said that she'd fallen in love with the king. Certainly, she'd become the king's favorite. He sent for her far more than any of his other women, and when he was away from the capital on one of his frequent journeys, his thoughts often turned to the young beauty. He was not only taken with her sexual prowess, but had come to appreciate her clever mind, and often found himself discussing the events of the day with her. He found her insightful, possessed of a clear and probing intelligence, and more and more he came to value her advice.
For two years, Loreena was the king's companion and had no contact with other men. Although it was standard practice for the king to make slavewomen available to visiting dignitaries, he was oddly reluctant to share Loreena with other men. For some reason that he couldn't explain, he wanted this beautiful creature to be his alone. She noted this unusual circumstance and finally questioned him.
"All the other slavewomen service ambassadors and other visitors. I'm the only one that is never sent to the outlander's bedchambers. Why is that?"
"I don't want to share you," he replied. "I want to keep you for myself. Besides, I'm worried that some foreign barbarian might hurt you. You're too young and tender to deal with some of the rough men that must be entertained."
"I'm sure that you could pick only gentle men for me, Master."
"Are you unhappy with me, little one?"
"No, no, no! You are all I live for, Master. All I care about is you and making you happy. But," and on that word she paused, "I hear the other slavewomen talking about the foreign men. They compare their bodies and what they do in bed. They all sound so different. I'm very curious. You're the only man I've ever known, and I wonder what other men are like. Beside," she said, glancing at him coyly through lowered lashes, "I might learn some new things that would please you."
Although the king was reluctant, he knew that keeping this beautiful butterfly caged against her will would cause her colors to fade. He bowed to the inevitable.
"Alright, I'll let you try a visitor or two. I'll grant you a favor that I've never permitted before. You may choose the men that you wish to be with. But you must remember that I am your lord and Master. I care for you very much, and you must reserve your loyalty and deepest passion for me."
"Oh yes, Master. My heart is yours."
The next day, a party of nobles from a bordering land entered the king's city. Soon after their arrival, the king sent for Loreena.
"Tonight we'll have a banquet for our guests. I'll arrange for you to observe them from a hidden spot. If one of them pleases you, I'll send you to his bed after the feasting. If he desires you, you may spend the night with him."
Loreena threw her arms around the king and kissing him wildly, murmured, "Thank you, Master. You won't be sorry; I promise."
As the banquet began, Loreena was hidden behind heavy drapery; a small opening in the curtain gave her a good view of the room. She looked around eagerly, carefully scrutinizing each of the visitors. Toward the end of the evening, the king slipped away from the festivities and joined her.
"Well, do any of them suit your fancy?"
Loreena indicated a red-haired man of medium height and build.
"That's Lorcan, the Duke of Eluria. He's a good man; I think you've made a fine choice, little one. I'll have you taken to his chamber; the feasting should be ending soon."
When Loreena reached Lorcan's room, she removed her clothing and settled into his bed. She pulled the covers up half-way, leaving her upper body bare. Propping herself up against a pile of pillows, she carefully arrayed her flowing waist-length hair. She'd spent a long time preparing for this encounter. Her face was scrubbed, eyebrows darkened, and just the faintest hint of rouge colored her cheeks and nipples. Her body was immaculately clean. She was wearing a trace of a dark, musky perfume, and as she thought of the handsome stranger, her own tantalizing aroma mingled with it.
After a few minutes, the Duke entered the room. His look of surprise at seeing the naked slavegirl in his bed quickly turned to a wide smile.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? It must be a succulent sweetmeat to end the feasting. And who might you be, my delicious little treat?"
"My name's Loreena m'lord. I'm here for your pleasure."
"And pleasure I'm sure it will be. Let's see what you've brought me."
With that, he pealed back the bedcovers to reveal her naked body. She began to move her body slowly and seductively, enticing the red-headed stranger. The movements of her legs caused her thighs to rhythmically close and separate, affording him brief but lewd glimpses of her already- soaked pussy. Her ass described slow, sensuous circles over the sheets, demonstrating the muscular control that would soon have the Duke in ecstasy. With one hand she slowly stroked her breasts, teasing the nipples into stiff little knobs. With the forefinger of the other, she played with her lips and tongue, occasionally inserting a finger into her mouth and then very slowly withdrawing it. All during this erotic performance, her sultry gaze was fixed on the handsome noble.
As she continued her display, she became more and more aroused. After a time, she moved the hand at her lips down to her pussy. She spread her outer lips giving the Duke a full view of her throbbing cunt. She began to slide a finger up and down the juicy folds, moving deeper and deeper into her depths with each stroke. Her breathing became ragged and heavy, and her eyes closed as she submerged in her pleasure. Her original intent, to arouse the Duke, was forgotten as her own needs took over. Her movements increased steadily, her slow undulations becoming wildly energetic gyrations. Her hips bucked upward toward her probing finger. Soon she inserted a second finger and then a third into her steaming pussy. With her other hand, she was vigorously kneading her breasts, massaging the nipples with her thumb. Soon, she moved that hand downward, and with two fingers began rapidly rubbing her engorged clitoris.
She was on the edge now, moaning loudly, her whole body trembling. With a rush, she crested. Tremors racked her, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her.
When she'd regained her breath, she opened her eyes and in a low voice edged with passion she said, "Don't you want to touch me?"
"You've been doing so well without any help; I enjoyed watching immensely. I'd better take my pants off though, before I split them."
With this, he removed his clothing. His penis was stiffly erect. It was not as long as the king's, but seemed thicker. Loreena stared at it in fascination. The Duke laid a hand on one of her tits and began to gently rub it.
This time, a few brief caresses over her breasts and stomach had her bucking and shaking, and the instant his fingers touched her clitoris, she exploded into another orgasm.
The Duke lowered himself onto the bed and, gathering the naked girl into his arms, began to kiss and stroke her. She eagerly returned his kisses, lightly running her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders and back, and down to softly squeeze his muscular ass. She broke the kiss and moved her lips to his right ear. She breathed hotly into it as she caressed him with her warm and vibrant tongue. The Duke's eyes were closed and he was sighing with pleasure as he slid a hand between her moist thighs. He slipped a finger into her juicy pussy, causing Loreena to squirm against him. She moved down from his ear to suck on the slightly salty skin of his neck and then trailed kisses down to his chest. As she licked and sucked his nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other, he gave a low moan and increased the rhythm of his finger inside her. She swung a leg up and over him so that she was straddling his waist. He fitted a second finger into her and then a third. Her juices were flowing freely and she was keening with delight as he pushed up into her and then withdrew slightly over and over again. She reached under him to stroke his ass and worked a finger towards his tight opening. Slowly, she pushed her finger into him, at the same time reaching behind to grab his stiffly erect cock. She matched her soft silky strokes up and down his shaft with small movements in and out of his behind. He was moaning loudly now as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her slick cavity.
Loreena knew that the Duke was close to coming. Quickly and gracefully, she lifted herself off of his hand and swung her body around to position her mouth against his cock and her pussy over his face. She slid her lips down his shaft until they were pressed against his pubic hair, her nose nuzzled against his balls. As she engulfed him, she pushed the finger in his ass up to the knuckle. In the meantime, the Duke, delighted to find Loreena's warm and tangy womanhood at his mouth, began to caress her tender inner flesh with his lips and tongue. The pleasure they were giving each other had them both bucking and moaning. The Duke licked his right fore- finger and worked it gently into her tight anus, causing her to squeal with delight. Within minutes they were both on the edge of orgasm, and with a rush they came, crying and shaking in the throes of exquisite sensation.
The Duke gently turned her body until she was facing him. He put his arms around her, pulling her close against him. His semi-erect cock was nestled against her pussy and, cupping her ass in both hands, he pushed it tightly against her. He began slowly sliding his shaft back and forth along her juicy slit. She moaned with delight and rocked her hips against him. He sucked on her right ear, repaying the pleasure that she had given him earlier. Soon her need for stimulation became overpowering. She reached down and gently grasping his shaft, guided it into her opening. He was once again fully erect, and the sensation of her clenched pussy massaging his shaft was intense. He rolled her over onto her back and, keeping hold of her ass cheeks, pulled himself into her over and over again. He varied the rhythm of his strokes, sometimes pulling almost completely out and lingering teasingly for several moments, only to plunge deeply into her. Each stroke was a bit different; sometime he stroked the top of her passage, sometimes the bottom, sometimes moving with a circular motion. Each part of her interior was being stimulated, and she responded with climax after climax. The throbbing of her pussy around his cock drove him to new heights. As his orgasm began to build, Loreena reinserted a finger into his rectum, at the same time gently raking the nails of her other hand down his back. He began spewing hot juice deep inside her. She pumped her finger in and out of him, in rhythm with the powerful contractions of her vagina, milking the sperm from him. His body had become rigid and he was rocking in and out of her with small, rapid movements. His orgasm seemed to go on and on. Finally, with a last powerful thrust, he buried himself deeply inside her. His cock jerked a few last times, and then his body went limp. Loreena and the Duke drifted off to sleep, his cock still nestled in her warm embrace.
Hi all,
Again more excitement and fun is being added to KinkCulture.
The new group "Movie Bound" is all about pictures of celebrities in bondage and other BDSM-y situations. Vidcaps from movies and TV series and other fun.
The "Sadistic Hell" group now has various illustrated articles about medieval torture techniques.
As always: enjoy the ride.
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