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

right arm so it lay against her breast. It made Niri's head turn to the left. It emphasised the smooth curve of her back. And it left her bottom completely exposed. Travix lifted each small slim ankle through a ring. Once the feet were placed, the knees had to remain very slightly bent to accommodate the angle and the spread and the bottom formed two quite separate globes. Travix stroked each globe. She stood to the side while she did this, that Anya might witness her fingers test the separation. Travix looked thoughtful; the fingers gently moved and Niri murmured. When the fingers entered and the legs began to tremble, Travix looked straight at Anya and Anya turned bright red. The fingers then withdrew and gently patted the bottom.
     
    Travix left the girl, came over and sat on the seat beside the table. She bade Kasger release Anya and had Anya stand to her right. 'You would not wish to miss this, I am sure,' she said to Anya, as she poured herself a cup of wine. She wetted her middle finger in the wine, then, watching it circle slowly round the rim of the cup, she said in a low voice, weighing every phrase: 'Use the strap, Kasger. Use it only on her bottom. Then play with her a little. But -' the circling finger stopped; she looked directly at Kasger now - 'do not bring her on. That pleasure is for me.' Niri whimpered, as if she had understood.
     
    Anya looked at the woman beside her, so calm, so cruel. She felt a hard lump rising in her throat. Travix glanced up at Anya and when the cold blue eyes touched hers, Anya shivered. Travix's wine-wet middle finger reached. It stroked slowly down over Anya's trembling belly, then lifted and slipped into Travix's mouth. At intervals, this gesture was repeated. Anya stood with legs apart while the wine trickled down her skin.
     
    The strap was taken from the hook above the girl. Kasger's leather sheathed cock stood brazenly hard. Anya could not take her eyes from it - until the strap swung back on its pivot ring through the wood. At the sound, the buttocks tensed to two hard balls pressed tight together. The leather swept forward. Crack! Anya jumped; the buttocks shook; the girl went rigid. From the corner of her eye, Anya saw Travix remove something from her pocket. It was the brushed velvet cloth. The feeling of fear, of delicious anticipation, came between Anya's parted thighs. 'Spread your legs wider, my Princess ...' At the second smack, Travix gathered Anya's pulsing sex lips in the soft cool velvet; at the mast, Niri burst into tears. 'Smack her harder,' said Travix. 'I want to see her buttocks jump.' This time the strap swung down and back, then it was delivered in an upward cut that lifted the cheeks and made Niri, in an effort to escape the pain, force her belly against the mast. 'Good,' said Travix. And against this torture, as the smacks kept coming, all Anya could feel was the delicious stroke of velvet pleasure between her open thighs. Kasger changed hands and moved round. Niri's belly was pinned to the mast for this second smacking, but her buttocks remained free to move. Anya felt her sex lips gently nested, softly squeezed, each time the strap smacked home. The stripes of cherry red grew plump upon the pale bronze struggling cheeks.
     
    The smacking stopped. Travix sat back and spread the cloth upon her thigh. There was a small dark patch in the centre. Her fingertips now lay against this dampness, tasting it, as she took a draught of wine. Kasger hung up the strap and began to rub the cheeks that he had punished. His hand moved beneath, searching. Niri's sobs gradually turned to murmurs of uncertainty then, finally, assent. Her knees bent a little more; her body moved fractionally down the mast and her fingers gripped the rings. One of Kasger's hands pressed against the small of Niri's back whilst the other worked beneath. Travix took another drink.
     
    Niri began to gasp and the cup hesitated a fraction of an inch from Travix's lip. Her tongue slipped out and