Free Pleasure Island [The Chronicles of Lidir] by Aran Ashe

Anya's teeth began to chatter. The cooler fingers took hold of the flesh very close to the small puckered mouth. 'But have you forgotten, Kasger? She is a prince's lady ...' And now the fingers nipped her more wickedly than ever, in that very tender place. 'Keep open, Princess. There ...' said Travix and she just kept nipping in that one place until the screams had shattered to gasping sobs of supplication and the belly had tried to push itself through the mast in a vain attempt to get away. Both sets of fingers then moved unwaveringly below, between Anya's legs.
     
    'Oh, please. Pp-please ...' she whimpered, 'Ooooh ...' The grip, dispassionate, came so firmly that the short nails of the finger and thumb seemed to touch each other through the lips. Anya's fingernails clawed the wood, but the grip was not released. Yet a soft whisper came into Anya's ear. 'I will teach you pleasure, Princess, and I will teach you pain.' The sex lips were now twisted. Anya screamed continuously as she rose up on her toes; the tears rolled down her cheeks, but Travix was unmoved. The grip was held, the twist increased; the soft wrist ruffle brushed between the shuddering thighs. 'Is that understood, my sweet?' Travix whispered, softer than before.
     
    'Yes ... Yeeesss.' Suddenly the fingers sprang apart. And now the pain was excruciating, as if her sex lips had been bathed in burning oil. Travix moved away to address Kasger.
     
    'And now, the spanking. Lift her from the mast. Bring her over here.' Then Travix held up Anya's tearstained chin and laughed: 'Do not look so downcast, Princess.' Her eyes sparkled; her single earring glinted as she wiped the tears away and watched the deepening frown on Anya's face. 'We have a proxy for this pleasure. A whipping girl to take your punishment - for though we may perhaps be permitted a little nip, we can hardly spank a princess on her first day, can we?' Travix bowed and held her arm out. 'Step forward, little one.'
     
    Anya's jaw fell. 'No, please. You cannot ...' But Travix had already taken Niri's hand and led her into the middle of the room. She began stroking the girl's dark shining hair. Niri seemed very afraid of Travix and cowered away whenever Travix made any sudden move, as if she expected to be hit. She was small and very beautiful, and also very young - too young and tender to be treated in this way. Her long hair hung straight down between her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and uniformly bronze and her breasts had large brown conical nipples. 'A fair substitute for a Princess, do you feel?' Anya's heart sank even further, for it was certain now what Travix meant to do to this innocent girl. It was clear that Niri knew too, whether she understood the words or not. Her eyes were pleading as Travix turned her to the side, then ran her palm over the rounded surface of her buttocks, then made her turn fully and spread. Travix's hand slipped underneath and the girl lifted slightly. Anya's cheeks coloured. Travix noticed this, for she was looking at Anya while she continued to touch the girl. 'We must dispel her fears, prepare her ...' she explained as Niri's ankles lifted higher. The smooth thighs moved apart a little, then together, about the hand that held her, making the small round buttocks tighten. Niri murmured softly. At a nod from Travix, Kasger moved Anya's feet apart. Her elbows were pinned behind her back, but otherwise, he did not touch her. Yet Anya felt it - the tightness in her belly, the warmth in her bottom and the slow swelling pressure in that flesh which Travix had nipped. But as she watched what Travix was doing to Niri, the ache within Anya's sex lips was no longer the ache of pain.
     
    Travix next edged Niri to the mast and slipped the brass rings over her wrists. She stood back. Niri's hair hung straight down her back and brushed against the swell of her bottom. Not content with this arrangement, Travix lifted the hair, gently eased it over Niri's shoulder and under her