Pleasure Island [The Chronicles of Lidir] (24 page)
After passing one or two scenes of a similar disport, they came to a place where the punishment appeared to attract the Princess's interest again. She stood and watched, her right hand keeping her slave's chain taut while her left hand once more pinched and stroked the point of its attachment above the bag. His stem still stood hard - as it had remained since Anya had seen him first, on the bed with the Princess's attendants - but he was struggling to hold back the pleasure from the probings that the Princess's impish fingertips kept bestowing. Anya remembered the way the Princess had touched her there; even the single wetted fingertip had been stimulating - wicked. When the slave murmured, and Anya looked again at that fingertip and thumbtip now searching in the soft flesh of the bag, nipping at his tubes, she felt aroused. A quaver came in her belly and a tiny contraction pulsed between her legs where the gold ring, held by the cord, stood up, keeping her flesh hood back, exposing her distending nubbin as a signal, to anyone who might care to look, of the state of her excitement. And she was sure that very soon, somebody would look at her and touch her. Yet at that thought, the sweet pulse came again.
Anya stared around at the instances of pleasure that surrounded her - intimate tetherings, rapid fingertip movements, quiet hand clasps, silent penetrations - then she looked at Ikahiti. Ikahiti's hand came round and rested against Anya's thigh, rubbing it very gently, then it slipped round the cord and gently pulled, making Anya close her eyes. She could hardly breathe with the delicious pulling sensation there, coming so sharply on the fear and the sights that she was witnessing. Then Ikahiti stepped behind Anya. She put her arms around her, beneath her breasts, supporting them and pressing her belly against Anya's buttocks. The Princess saw but did not object - she threw her head back, then turned again to watch the punishment that so entranced her. Anya watched it too, of course, but she was far more interested in the feel of the thin skin belt against her, tickling the top of the out-swell of her bottom, and the smooth naked skin of Ikahiti's hips urging gently against her from behind. Anya opened her legs and slid her feet across the sand - it felt delicious, doing that. Ikahiti's hand dropped down over Anya's bare belly, rubbing its pushed-out roundness as Anya looked first at the crowd, then at the Princess and her slave, with his thin gold chain being wrapped around his bag, then stared again at the peculiar sight before them.
A young woman was kneeling before a blank expanse of animal skin stretched between two poles and she appeared to be pressing her lips against it near its middle. Looking up, Anya could see a pair of wrists fastened to the poles behind the skin; looking down, she could see the corresponding feet, also fastened; she noticed that the toes attached to them were writhing. She looked again at the girl, whose head was moving. It lifted to reveal a pair of ballocks, wet with spittle, and a stem which glistened as the lips withdrew to form a seal round the cap. She heard murmurs as the girl fed spittle through her lips and on to the stem, then the lips followed it, pushing the wetness ahead of them in a curtain to the base. Each dripping ballock was taken between finger and thumb and squeezed. The toes dug into the sand. The Princess copied this last action with her slave, who softly whimpered. The girl's mouth moved back up the stem. A cord was tied round the base of the cock and the tip was sucked while the fingers worked firmly up and down the intervening length. When the murmur came again, a very narrow, short smooth stick was inserted under the cord, so it pressed lengthwise near the base of the cock to separate the ballocks and to press against the soft thick tube lying just beneath the skin. At this point, the Princess showed very great interest, approaching closely and making some request or enquiry to the girl. The cord was tightened. The skin of the underside of the stem was pinched an inch below the tip and held. The girl sat back. Very slowly, the cock began to move, trying to push against the fingertips that held it by the scruff. The girl's other hand simply held the now separated ballocks cupped as the movements hastened and the murmurs became groans. On advice from the girl, the party then moved round to the back of the poles, when all became clear.
The man's body formed a cross, with his hips pushed against the leather skin. Every muscle of his legs and thighs was cramped. A second girl stood beside him, kneading the tight muscles of his back, but she used only one hand for this operation. Yet the hand was thorough, slowly massaging his sweat-soaked upper back and beneath his outspread arms before moving down towards the split cheeks of his buttocks, where the other hand, massaging from within, imparted so intimate an urgency that he was lifted on his toes. Then the upper hand pressed against his lower back while the deep hand was withdrawn. The slender fingers came out slick. The girl waited with one hand still pressed against his back while the other hung down, dripping. Yet the protestations of pleasure rose again. Now the girl leaned her weight against him. He gasped; she waited until his breathing had eased and the girl on the other side presumably had stopped whatever she was doing. Then she dipped her free hand into a bowl on the ground between the man's legs, lifted up a leaking handful of clear, gelatinous paste, spread the cheeks and began working it into him. She pressed her fingers together and formed her hand into a narrow pointed shape like a swan's head. The beak, then the head, wormed into him. He groaned when it reached the eye; but the girl pushed and the head slipped in until his body gripped the narrow swan-neck of her forearm, which gently twisted as the swan searched deeper, rubbing its beak inside him.
Once again, the Princess became completely absorbed in this scene. The bowl was brought to her. She ordered her slave to move his legs apart. The girl was brought round from the front. She knelt before the slave now, pulling his chain down but holding his cockstem up and flat against his belly while her pouted lips sucked at the point of attachment of the ring and the Princess wetted her fingers in the paste. While the girl continued to suck in that one place, the fingers were inserted. Anya wanted to get away. The Princess was intent only on cruelty. Why did these women not simply take their pleasure with the men? It seemed that they were really no better than the pirates they had taken. She tugged at Ikahiti's arm. Ikahiti smiled, glanced across at the Princess, whispered to one of her guards, then took Anya by the hand.
They ran up the slope, not stopping until they reached the top, where Anya pretended to trip and fell to the sand. She felt excited now, and safer away from the Princess. Ikahiti collapsed beside her and began to brush the tips of her fingers over Anya's knee. When Anya looked up, she saw two of the women, an older and a younger one, beneath a tree. They were stroking each other's skin and whispering, then embracing, kissing very deeply. Anya watched; the feeling she experienced was a mixture of warmth and envy. The girl was very young; her golden body was much smoother than the woman's and her breasts were small and rounded, not fully developed but dominated by the nipples, which the woman would roll between her fingers as they kissed. Gradually, the girl leaned back against the tree. One of the woman's hands moved downwards while the other played with the nipples alternately. The girl's thighs opened; between them, she was bare, not even painted, the lips forming a small double tight rounded ridge, which the woman opened to reveal a small white bone projection protruding from between them. The woman developed this projection with her finger and thumb while the girl, heavy lidded now, looked across at Anya. Anya felt the weighted feeling in her belly. Ikahiti's fingers, still brushing lightly, moved leisurely upwards from her knee. Very slowly the girl's body sank down the tree trunk as her knees bowed apart. The woman now knelt; her lips pouted out to take the small projection and to suck upon it gently while the girl, sighing softly, cradled the woman's head and gently ruffled her hair. And it was the open abandon which excited Anya - the way these people did these things so freely and unashamedly. The girl, breathing shallowly yet with her mouth wide open, gradually arched back until her shoulders pressed against the tree. Her feet moved crabwise over the sand until her toes pointed outwards. The woman sucked, then sat back on her heels and watched the girl's fingers stretch down over her bare belly, reach the small rounded lips and tease them open wider, so the small white bone pushed out again. The tip of the woman's tongue arched out to touch the underside of this small trembling bone while the girl's fingertips gently kneaded.
Ikahiti moved closer to Anya, who was shaking. Her whole body trembled. In the background she could hear the smacking. She watched the tongue begin to wash the bare lips and then the upper thighs, until the girl murmured, when the woman sat back again and gently pulled the bone with the tips of her fingers. Ikahiti's hand now rested on Anya's hips. When Ikahiti turned Anya and the smooth bronze skin of Ikahiti's belly touched Anya's and Ikahiti's soft brown eyes caressed her own, Anya knew that she would do anything that this woman wanted of her - she wished it were she and Ikahiti under that tree. Her belly shuddered at the deliciousness of that thought. Then Ikahiti moved aside and lay behind Anya, holding her as she watched.
The girl was now facing the tree. She was bent at the waist, so her back was horizontal. Her legs, stood bowed apart, trembled while the woman knelt between them holding a short pointed stick which she was using to prick the exposed flesh lips. The girl murmured and began to lift up on her toes as if to edge her flesh away from this pricking, but the woman continued, pressing one hand upwards underneath the belly while the other moved the stick over each lip with a rapid jabbing action. Then she plucked a large soft leaf from a twig of the tree, folded it, squeezed it, then rubbed the expressed blue juice against the lips that she had pricked.
Ikahiti lifted Anya until she was kneeling up, with Ikahiti still behind her, whispering in her ear, 'Tika ... Tika, shirula,' so very softly that Anya, looking down and seeing Ikahiti's hands, so smooth and brown upon her, cupping her breast, brushing her belly, again felt a wave of wanting for Ikahiti. It started from the pit of her belly; it shivered through her open thighs, her swollen sex, the lips so proud, and her nubbin, pushed against the ring. The hand moved round to her bottom and even before it touched, Anya fell forwards on to her hands, so her breasts hung down, their weight pulling to the teats. A cool drawing sensation came in her bottom - the premonition of a contraction that she withheld, for she kept the mouth of her bottom open for Ikahiti's fingertips now to examine. And it was to Anya so delicious, keeping her knees apart, her back arched down, her sex and bottom jutted out behind her while this woman touched her bottom's soft submissive mouth. 'Shi-shirula ...' Ikahiti murmured and Anya felt the velvet pleasure - like the after-pleasure of submission, when pleasure itself has been controlled and deliverance has been denied, but the attention is ever present, ever intimate, ever sweet. It was the prolongation of these tiny intimacies of pleasure which Anya found delicious.
She felt the finger against her again, and it was wet; it licked her like a tongue; it wetted the mouth of her bottom until it was cool and spittle-slick and suddenly, she collapsed to her elbows and her forehead touched the sand. Her thighs stayed tense and very open while the finger pushed deep into her bottom. She tried to turn her toes out to the sides to keep her buttocks open; she tried to push her bulging sex between her open legs. Ikahiti touched it very gently, pursing the moistened lips then, laying her hand against the belly beneath, pressing the cord which pulled against the nub and, as Anya gasped, drawing the finger out very slowly from the mouth that tried to keep relaxed. When Anya fell to the sand, Ikahiti turned her round and kissed her. 'Shirula,' she said again and when Anya, filled with the urgency of wanting, repeated that word very nervously to Ikahiti, Ikahiti smiled, turned her round, gently opened her buttocks again, and touched the warmth within her.
Across from them, the girl had stood up and turned. Her newly pricked sex lips now looked blue. Evidently prepared, she was given a whip and taken down into the throng. Ikahiti, still tickling Anya in the crease then slipping her finger up inside her, watched them disappear, then sighed and lifted her reluctant charge up, took her by the hand and led her after them.
As they descended, Anya could see the pale pink bodies writhing and she could hear the smacking. When they reached the edge of the clearing, she could smell the heat of their exertions - the sweat and the milt. There were men tied to upright poles while they were whipped; others were kneeling on the ground, bent over bars, or spread astride them with their legs forced apart; collared men were being driven back and forth on hands and knees by women astride their backs and there were men enmeshed in intricate devices of wooden beams and ropes. Others, more fortunate, lay on the ground, being toyed with by groups of girls, who kept them in a state of stiff excitement using whip-licks, finger-kisses and intimate penetrations.
Anya was moved on to where a man was kneeling across a tree stump about two feet high while the underside of his cock was smacked with a stick. The whole of the undersurface was red and the plum was angry purple. The woman lifted the ballocks out of the way while the thin stick swished down and smacked across the undertube very near its base, then these intermittent, very quick swipes worked down until the level of the plum was reached, where the smacking was continued until he milted. The welling liquid, caught in a cupped palm, was smeared back up the stem, to coat the bright red punished skin completely. Then the whipping began again to keep the cockstem hard.
Anya heard an anguished cry from behind her and above. She turned to see a man suspended high in the air lengthwise between two horizontal bars. A woman was above him. Thick white streaks of milt arced through the air and lay in elongate globules on the sand. She turned to the right. A young man stood as his buttocks were thrashed with a thick leather belt and a young girl rubbed his cock until he milted. Beyond him, there were others who were simply hanging from branches by their wrists while their cocks were tied with thong or bandaged completely with lengths of thin material.
