Of Pain and Delight by Heidi Stone Read Free Book Online Page A

an odd physical reaction to intense pain, and it had amused her. Now she understood.
    After a few more minutes Rapite rose to his feet and moved behind her. Sahria felt him stroke her stinging bottom with his callused hands, and once more sensed the fluids of her arousal slipping from her pouting sex lips to dampen her inner thighs.
    ‘You are well marked,’ he said proudly. ‘The prince will be most pleased.’
    ‘May I speak, my lord?’ she asked weakly.
    ‘You may.’
    Sahria took a deep breath. ‘Is this my lot, to remain shackled here for the rest of my life?’
    Rapite laughed as he continued to fondle her aching buttocks. ‘No, dear princess, this is merely a beginning. Prince Sarne is most inventive when it comes to the pleasures of humiliation. I am certain that he has many far more bizarre delights in store for you.’
    ‘And if I do not submit?’
    ‘You will be sent to me for punishment and, believe me, it will not always be so pleasurable.’
    ‘Do you take pleasure in your work?’ she asked. ‘You seem so exhausted after punishing me.’
    ‘There are no greater delights in life than the sight of a plump bottom quivering under the cane, and the sounds of anguished screams as the scourge cuts into unbroken flesh.’
    Sahria had to admit to herself that the evil torturer spoke the truth. ‘What if I were to offer to assist the prince?’ she said. ‘Do you think he would allow it?’
    ‘The prince is always keen to learn of new diversions, and your reputation goes before you, princess. Firstly, however, he must be convinced that your submission to him is complete.’ As he spoke he began to worm a finger inside her tight little anus.
    ‘Must you abuse me so?’ she implored.
    ‘Silence!’ he roared. ‘You are in no position to deny me anything!’
    ‘Yes, my lord,’ she sighed.
    ‘In fact, I think I may fuck you,’ her tormentor said as he slipped his finger from within its tight sheath.
    ‘Not there,’ she said firmly. ‘I would not even allow a prince to enter that forbidden place.’
    Rapite laughed. ‘As I said, you are in no position to refuse me anything.’
    Sahria looked round at him and caught his eye with a steely glare. ‘That may be true while you have me shackled here like a slave, but if you dare do that to me then I swear one day I will kill you.’
    The grin disappeared from Rapite’s face. Sahria knew it would have been clear from her stony expression that she had meant every word. There was a long and uncomfortable silence.
    Presently he shrugged. ‘It is not my desire to impale you in such a way,’ he said, his voice sounding like that of a small child who had been denied a childish pleasure. ‘But be warned, the prince has a penchant for the pleasures of Sodom, and he will not be so readily denied.’
    ‘I will deal with that when necessary,’ replied Sahria. Her mind was immediately filled with pictures of Prince Sarne thrusting his huge weapon into her virginal orifice. She breathed deeply, convinced that such a thing would not be possible.
    ‘And now I will take my payment,’ breathed Rapite. Sahria glanced down and saw his grubby loincloth fall to the floor. She turned her head in order to see his nakedness, but he moved quickly behind her and gripped her hips tightly with both hands. She could feel the swollen end of his erection touching her bottom. The difference in their heights and the way her legs were spread wide apart made the position ideal for penetration.
    ‘I warn you…’ she cautioned.
    ‘Fear not, dear princess. It is your other, soft and soaked entrance that I most desire.’
    Sahria was in neither the position nor the mood to refuse him. He was ugly, small in stature and reeked of the dungeon, but she needed sex badly, and she needed it now.
    She felt him move his penis against her. He rolled the plum-shaped end around her outer lips without entering her. He was teasing her again, as he had with the cane. She wanted to cry out to him