Free Of Pain and Delight by Heidi Stone Page A

was on fire as I climaxed with a violence I had never experienced before. I’d been fucked three or possibly four times earlier that day and had savoured three further orgasms when beaten by the guards, but this was something quite, quite different.
    ‘I cried out in sheer joy as the tawse stung my burning flesh again and again. My entire body was shaking and every stroke caused my desire to increase. I lost count of the number of times my poor bottom was lashed. And it didn’t matter; I wanted it to go on forever.
    ‘I heard Sarne toss the tawse to the floor and I sobbed with disappointment. I peered over my shoulder and looked at his face. I was crying, but I knew my eyes were filled with lust. The prince moved to kneel at my side and took hold of his enormous cock by the root. Leaning forward, he stroked my stinging buttocks with the long, thick shaft. Then suddenly he whipped me with it! He actually lashed me with his stiff cock! The pain was insignificant but the knowledge of what he was doing drove me once more to the brink of blissful release.
    ‘He whacked me again and again with it. I don’t know if it hurt him to do it, but he was plainly enjoying himself, by the look on his face. The sensation was strangely soothing, albeit highly erotic.
    ‘Presently, he rose and walked back to the cabinet. This time he took out a small silver jug. He poured some oil into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his thick cock. He moved back behind me and I felt him pour the oil into the cleft between my buttocks. It felt cool and soothing. I wanted him to massage the fluid over my stinging bottom, but instead I felt him once more ease his fingers into my tight little sphincter. His intentions were now all too clear.’
    ‘Oh, I don’t believe it,’ Sahria whispered excitedly, the breath catching in her throat. ‘He didn’t…’ She gripped herself between her legs and fingered her erect little bud. The very thought that her young friend could be impaled in such a way by Prince Sarne’s magnificent weapon was filling her with disbelief and seething jealousy.
    Calema laughed girlishly. She was clearly enjoying Sahria’s discomfort. ‘The oil eased and opened me more and more, although I was terrified at the thought of what was about to happen. The idea of his superb tool entering my pussy was frightening enough, but there , I would have thought it impossible. I turned my head to look back at him. “Please, my lord, I am a virgin in that place,” I lied. “You are too big. The pain will be too much.” Sarne just sneered at me contemptuously as he continued to push his fingers in and out of my bottom. He poured on some more oil and then eased all four fingers and his thumb into me. I groaned, this time with pleasure. He pushed forward until, incredibly, my tight sphincter gripped his wrist. He turned his fist inside me whilst pouring yet more oil onto my cleft. I remember thinking that it might not be so bad after all. I have always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock moving in and out of my backside although, of course, I had never experienced one of such magnificent proportions.
    ‘At last he removed his fist from within me, gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, and tugged them apart. I gritted my teeth. I felt the bulbous head of his cock touch my anus. I took a deep breath and held the air deep in my lungs. I sensed the head move inside me and I gasped. There was no pain – he had prepared me well. He moved forward and slipped about three or four inches into me, then held still. I could feel the monster throbbing within my tight sheath, and I prayed he hadn’t come. I wanted more – much more.
    ‘He withdrew slightly and I thought he’d finished, but then he pushed forward again. He forced at least twice the length inside me this time. The feeling of fullness was amazing. There was a slight pain but that soon subsided. He pushed again, and at last he was inside me completely. I could feel his thick