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

slowly licked the golden rim. The fingers underneath Niri withdrew. She was encouraged up on to her toes. Then the strap was lifted down. Travix put the cup down and carefully moulded the cloth into the hollow of her palm.
     
    'Open your legs,' she murmured. Anya's belly sank; there was a buzzing in her ears. The velvet slowly gathered the thick warm fleshy droplet and very softly moved. Across the room, Niri began to whimper as Kasger stepped to the other side. The strap swung back, licked forward, smacked; the buttocks bounced; the tears flowed freely. Throughout the smacking, as the cheeks, already red, turned even redder, Travix's fingertips milked Anya's fleshpot gently and precisely through the velvet. Anya's belly slowly arched, her legs bowed outwards and she tried to place her flesh more fully into this velvet milking cup. 'Keep still,' Travix whispered. The squeezing stopped and the lips of the sex were simply held while the back of Travix's fingers brushed the tight curve of Anya's belly. Kasger changed sides again. Anya felt as if her belly was melting. At the first smack, the velvet moved, brushing against the smooth bare skin where her flesh lips joined her body. Then each subsequent smack was accompanied by a slowly sucking pull. Anya's body delivered up its honeydew, which seeped into the velvet.
     
    Once again, the smacking stopped. The sobbing gradually abated. The cheeks, striped with bright red horizontal bars, were parted and held wide while Kasger touched the tender flesh about the small dark eye within. He stroked the eye until the legs began to move and the belly tried to thrust against the mast.
     
    'Smack it.' For the first time, Travix's breathing was uneven. 'Smack it, quickly!' Travix's fingers, through the velvet, found the bone of Anya's nubbin.
     
    At the mast, the buttocks moved to try to escape; the small slim ankles even tried to lift out from the rings. But the cheeks were held firmly open with one hand, the strap was held in the middle to make it shorter - easier to direct - and smacked down, as instructed, quickly. The dark eye pulsed. 'Again!' Niri tried to squeeze her buttocks shut. Kasger held her open. The small smack sounded, against the tender eye. 'Lift her!' Kasger's hand thrust up between Niri's legs and spread under her belly. He grunted. Niri's ankles slipped out from the rings and her legs dangled down about his forearm; the cheeks lay widely separated. 'Now!' Kasger lifted the belly even higher and smacked the strap repeatedly against the tender funnel. The back arched down, the legs shook, the small mouth palpitated and the belly wriggled in his hand until Travix cried, 'Enough!' She released Anya's pulsing sex, folded the wetted velvet, placed it in her pocket and pushed Anya carelessly aside. 'Now bring her here.'
     
    The young girl's face was tearstained. Her eyes were puffy. Travix moved her chair a little away from the table. 'Here, my darling ... On my knee,' she said softly. Kasger, leaning against the wall, his cockstem now subsiding, watched with interest. Anya had no option but to stand there. The girl, being shorter than Anya, was quite small compared to Travix, who made her lie face up across her knee. She began playing with her nipples, lifting and turning them, rubbing them between two fingers and a thumb. Gradually, Niri's thighs relaxed. Suddenly, Anya realised that between those thighs, Niri was bare - not partly shaved, as she had thought, but totally bare: the fine spray of black-brown lines above the smooth pouch was not hair at all but threads and tiny dots of colour somehow painted into Niri's naked skin and patterned to look like hair.
     
    'Did it hurt, my darling?' Travix whispered. 'Let me look. Lift. Bend your knees. Oh ...' The bright red bands glowed across the uplifted bottom. Travix touched it tentatively and Niri murmured. The murmur became a sigh as Travix fully parted the knees to open out the cheeks. She touched the matt, pale