Free THE PRIZE by Sean O'Kane

to a stimulus. The prince watched as Peter picked up one of the long, cone shapes. The slave's breathing stopped for a moment as she felt the weight removed, in her darkness she would be waiting for what she knew must come next - but when would it come? She had been positioned so that her painfully arched body could offer its sex at the end of the bench and Peter took up his place there as he picked up a second weight and began to stroke her breasts with them. The hooded head immediately began to thrash from side to side and a faint whine of protest could be heard. Peter lodged his tool at her entrance and pushed forward at the same time as he hung the weights on the chains and increased the strain on the nipples and breasts. The slave contrived to raise her head slightly before sinking back in defeat.
    "She's plenty juicy," Peter commented. "That's good progress in so short a time. She's already beginning to associate pain with pleasure." The truth of his observations was confirmed by her body convulsing in blatant orgasm before Peter had climaxed. But then she had four weights on each nipple which meant that she had been fucked four times that evening.
    As he watched his trainer enjoying the new girl, the Prince slid forward on the sofa and availed himself of one of its cleverer features.
    The frame was simply constructed of wood covered in black leather. The cushions were formed from two slaves. Their hands were tied behind their backs and they were laid face up, making their torsos more pneumatic and comfortable to sit on. Their thighs formed the back cushions and their heads, again hooded, hung off the front. The hoods had velcro straps to hold them against the frame of the sofa but the slaves' mouths were left free. Inevitably, where the slaves' legs bent up to form the back cushions, the frame of the sofa carried two dildos which impaled them deeply. This meant that as a master made himself comfortable on them, his weight would certainly play havoc with their penetrated vaginas. Personally, the Prince found sitting well back the most comfortable position as the slave's pelvis made a good firm seat.
    Now he squirmed forward and heard the slave grunt as his weight squeezed her vagina around the dildo, she would pay for that later. He reached down between his legs and grabbed two handfuls of soft breastflesh and squeezed them together then pushed his cock between the two masses, feeling the silky smooth skin caress the sides of his hardening shaft. The tormented writhings of the breast-stretched slave that Peter was screwing were making him urgently erect and after only a few thrusts he abandoned the tit fuck, reached down to the slave's hood and undid the velcro straps, then he hauled on them, pulling her head up and refastened the straps to the frame, either side of her shoulders. This meant that she didn't have to worry about keeping her head up while she fellated her master. The Prince slid forward until he was sitting comfortably on her breasts, then he bent his shaft down and the anonymous mouth below the hood went to work. .
    As the Prince reached out sideways for a drink, he felt the slave's tongue begin to swirl and lap at him while she sucked hungrily. The drinks tray was on a bar tied between the knees of a slave attached to the side of the sofa. She was upside down, facing away from the Prince and in a frame which took her weight on her shoulders. Her arms were in a sheath to keep them straight up her back and her legs were wrenched wide apart with the shins tied back tight against the thighs. Her labia were ringed and these had been used to stretch and tie them to the thighs some inches below her crotch. With his drink the Prince took an olive and dipped it briefly into the cunt before savouring it on his tongue while below him the cushion slave slurped deliciously at his cock. The olive retained its stone and when he had extracted all the pleasure he could from it he took the stone out of his mouth and pushed