Continues from Slave Tales: The Hunt (IX)
Gustav Klimpt – Water Serpents
The slave girl lay between the two lovers under the branches of a tall oak tree. The evening sun was sinking through crimson flecked skies and, unperturbed by the forest’s tangled ceiling of branches and leaves, its soft light sought out their naked bodies and gifted them its warm caresses.
The lovers were motionless, inert, their cruel desires sated. They lay on each side of the girl embracing her; their arms tightly wrapped around her precious naked body – the same naked body which, only minutes before, and purely for the cruel pleasure of it, they had flogged and abused without even a shred of mercy.
Blearily aware, thoughts fragmented and confused, consciousness returned to her emerging slowly and tentatively like a weak sun through heavy clouds of grey.
Everything ached, especially my arms. They had hung me by my wrists from the branch to flog me and now my muscles and joints throbbed with hot stabbing jabs of pain. My back and ass were still raw and burning red. I was tired and weak and my skin felt scorched and tight.
I wanted to cry out but my mouth was still gagged. My tongue felt huge and leathery and I was parched. I hadn’t drunk anything in hours and I could only think of water.
But despite the pain and thirst, I still felt full of desire. Life and lust – they surged through me inextricably connected and overpowering anything that stood in their way.
In the slave seminary they had taught us that anything that makes us more fully experience the life-force within us is good – love, sex, pleasure, even pain, even a terrible whipping. Always submit to it. It is all life. And I was a true seminary slave. I was joyously chained to my sex. It was magic. Bright magic. Sex magic. Beautiful and divine, it took my pain and turned it to pleasure.
Desire was surging so powerfully through me now. I wanted more. My sex demanded it. My life depended on it.
More life. More pain. More pleasure. More. More. Always more…
The girl was sleeping, her face very close to mine. She was breathing so softly and I could see her nostrils twitching at each breath. I guessed she was a year or two younger than me. Her cheeks were so soft and silky smooth and her pale skin contrasted with her lips which were rosy and luscious. Her hair flowed long and was the color of the red sky at sunset. She was beautiful and seemed so at peace. I suddenly felt a strong desire for her. I wanted her to wake up and possess me, right there and then.
She opened her eyes and for a moment we seemed to be staring into each other’s thoughts. I immediately averted my eyes and assumed a look of submission.
She yawned, looked around her, and then over at the boy who was still sleeping. She stretched, got up slowly and walked over to the horses to get some water. She drank a little and then looked at me again.
I moaned. I pleaded as best I could through the gag and tried to get her to understand.
Water. Please Mistress.
She considered me a moment and then approached me. She knelt down and removed the gag from my mouth and lifted my head – my hands were still tied behind my back – and held the flask to my mouth. I gulped it down. Gods I was so thirsty. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough and it splashed down my chin and onto my breasts. The water was so cool and fresh. The sensation was glorious and I felt my nipples harden and tingle.
At last I stopped drinking and whilst I was still gasping, she splashed some water on my face. “You’ve got cum on you,” she laughed and then emptied the rest of the flask over my head and shoulders.
“Look, I’m cleansing you. Shall I anoint you too?” She sprinkled some of the water over me. “My saintly slave.”
When she’d finished she placed my head on her lap and softly stroked my hair and cheek.
“Poor little thing. Does it hurt?”
Just as I was about to speak, she put her finger to my lips and said, “No. Don’t talk. Not with your voice. Speak to me with your eyes. You have very expressive eyes. And very beautiful.”
Then she laughed, “Especially when you beg.”
Suddenly she turned very serious again. “Only with your eyes. Understand? You may cry out if we whip you but you’re not to talk or say anything.”
I nodded and lowered my gaze.
She leaned down and kissed my forehead, “Good girl.” Her hand reached for my pussy and patted it, “Be good and you shall have your reward.”
Then she licked her middle finger, sought my inflamed rosy bud and, watching me intently, slowly stroked it. My cunt was so sensitive and the slightest of touches sent it into a quiver. When her fingers pushed deeper inside I cried out loud.
She stopped immediately. “No. Shhh. Up now. Kneel before me.”
The boy was still sleeping and she gave him a kick. He grunted and stirred briefly. She looked at me and shrugged. “Men, never there when you need them eh?”
I looked down too scared to smile. She touched my cheek, “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you now. Just obey.”
She licked her thumb and wiped the rest of the boy’s cum away from my face.
“You’re a beauty aren’t you? I hope your Master appreciates you. Or is it a Mistress?”
“A Mistress! How I envy her owning a pretty thing like you. But you’re not a normal slave are you? There’s something about you. Are you a seminary slave?”
I nodded again and looked down.
“From here? I knew it! Your submission was so total and true. I sensed the power of it. I’ve read so much about the seminaries and the good work they do. My gods! You must be worth a fortune to your Mistress.”
I kept my eyes down.
“Was the life there very tough? They flog you every day, don’t they? Is that how you learned to take the whip so well? Everything we did to you… You were so beautiful, so graceful when I whipped you. It was like an erotic ballet. I loved it. There was so much desire in the way you yielded to me. It was so arousing. Gods it really made me so wet.”
I continued to look down but she put her hand under my jaw and lifted my head. “Look at me.” She gazed into my eyes as if searching for something. She smiled, “Those eyes. Deep. Vivid. Like jewels. You are very precious too. I want you to know… your submission…”
She paused. She seemed temporarily lost for words, as if it was the first time she’d tried to formulate what she felt. “Your submission meant so much to me… To us.” She looked over at the still sleeping boy. ”I know I… we have received something from you. Something true… something beautiful and profound… I just want you to know I… I’m grateful.”
She went to kneel behind me. Her fingertips floated gently over my shoulders and the tops of my arms. She softly kissed my neck and I closed my eyes. She had shown great strength. Brutal strength. But now it seemed she wanted to show me the strength of her gentleness.
And yet again my desire rose and my pussy itched for fulfillment. She put her arms around me and gently pulled me by my shoulders so I was leaning back against her. I could feel the soft warmth of her naked breasts pressing against my shoulders. She pressed her cheek to mine and I turned to kiss her.
Our lips met and I became totally immersed in her. Her fingers were so gentle, so soft; they fluttered like butterflies over my skin. Her hand returned to my tingling sex and the pleasure was so overwhelming I couldn’t help but cry out.
“Yes! Sing! Sing for me now. Sing the song of your sex. Sing the song of your sweet gentle cunt. Sing it for me now.”
The butterflies landed at my breasts and fed at my nipples. She was my moon and the tides of my sex rose and swelled at her command and my head fell back and I called out to her.
“Yes. Sing for me, sweet one, sing. Louder.”
She played me, her fingertips moving gracefully all over my belly and my breasts. She plucked at my nipples and my voice soared in harmony to the tune she played upon me. I swayed, danced and quivered at her command. I begged her, please… oh please…
She stopped and I cried out again, this time in frustration, I felt something break inside me. I looked up at her shocked, confused.
She looked over at the boy.
Cock in hand, he was watching us. His was a hungry monster, engorged and drooling it reared up at me, scenting the heat of my sex.
“Ah. Awake now, aren’t we? Come here, you’re needed.”
Grinning mischievously, he got up and faced me. The upraised trunk of his ravenous sex was only inches from my lips and I leaned forward to kiss it.
“No! Wait a minute. Gods, she’s so keen. Go and get a flask of water and pour it all over her. I want her soaking wet.”
“Gods, make up your mind. I’m ready to shoot here.”
“She’s beautiful, Tonnaius. We’ve been so lucky. I think we should give her a reward and then let her go. She doesn’t really belong to us.”
“What? But we could still use her to trade. There’s still time…”
“This one’s not for trading, my love. We can go on and look for a male if you want but I’m happy now. It’s been a wonderful day. It’s getting late and it’ll be dark soon. I’d like to go back to our rooms and spend a little time together just the two of us.”
He smiled, “Fine, if that’s what you want.”
“Yes it is, my love.” There was a look between them. I could see how happy they were together and I was moved by the obvious love they felt for each other.
And I think there might have been something new they’d just discovered too. But I couldn’t be sure.
After soaking my head and breasts with the water, she said to him, “Now come here with that big long gorgeous cock of yours.”
She kissed my shoulders and licked the wet skin at my neck. Her hands once more resumed their gentle ministration of my breasts and nipples. I relaxed once more into her body and lifted my head up bathing in the warmth and softness of her fingertips.
Softly, she spoke, almost a murmur, “Now. Taste it.”
Then she lifted up my head. “Open your mouth. Take the cock. Slowly now.”
I rose to meet it. The tip was dark and succulent. I opened my mouth to savor it.
“Slowly!” She was playing with us both. “Kiss it. Tease him a little. Lick the tip. Don’t give him too much.” She gripped the shaft and gently teased it. He wants my little pet so bad, doesn’t he? Look. It’s so hot and big. Will it be too big for her? Mmmm. Just a little lick now for the thirsty slave…”
She laughed, “Slowly. Make him wait for it. When they’re hungry enough they’ll beg.”
I watched as she repeatedly worked her fingers up and down the full length of the gleaming wet shaft. Then she put her finger under the dripping tip and held it there.
“Are you begging for it, Tonaius?”
“Are you sure? I can’t hear you. Beg me. Say it.”
“I’m begging you, please, Alena.” There was a definite tone of urgency as she started to pinch underneath the tip.
“I think you should beg the slave too.”
“… Please slave…” He was gasping.
“Her voice suddenly became very stern, “Don’t either of you dare come till I say.”
The cock was really massive now. She wiped some juice from the dripping tip and told me to hold out my tongue. “Here. Lick. Hmmm… You’re still thirsty aren’t you?”
She looked up at the boy. “She’s thirsty Tonaius. She needs to drink. Are you going to be able to quench her thirst?”
Finally, she pushed my head gently but firmly toward the cock. My mouth enclosed around the rim and tightened. I started to suck on it greedily, squeezing it and flicking the tip with my tongue.
Suddenly she jerked my head back sharply. “Wait!”
Her hand reached out and she felt it it again, as if if to test it. It was absolutely rock hard now. It was bulging and throbbing and the veins stood out purple and I thought he was going to explode there and then.
She stopped and whispered to me, “Again. But slower.” Once more my lips clasped the rim and sealed it.
Gods I love cock. I love the feel of it against my tongue and I love the taste of it in my mouth. I love sucking the juices and holding it gently between my teeth, pressing against the rim, gently massaging it with my tongue, feeling it engorge and burn hot and gush hard for me.
Inside me, he comes for me…
I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and I knew where he was and I wanted to keep him there forever.
Then I felt her hands probing at my pussy. Tentative fingers poking and playing at my own sweet bud to bloom for her. Oh how softly she played me. Teasing me. Fingertips so gentle, the softest of breaths, feathers, hundreds of them, brushing over me and within me.
“Good girl. What a fine pair you make. Aren’t you a thirsty girl! Drink now! Drink all you want.”
Her fingers led me down into the first waves. It was as if we were her puppets. She pulled the strings. Her fingers. My pussy. My mouth. His cock. All playing her tune. I started to moan in pleasure and his cock pushed ever deeper down into my throat and the more I took of him the more her fingers rewarded me. A reward that was so sweet, so intense, so unbearable I could hardly stand it and I knew I had to come now and I welcomed him inside me. More. I needed him inside me now. More. My mouth teased him, sucked him. More. Claimed him as my own. More. I wanted us to come together. More. I would drink him dry, drain him, devour him whole. More. I would bring him life. More. And scream. More. Joy. More. Inside me. Yes. More… More… More…
I felt the brutal waves beating and whipping me and I was drowning and I couldn’t breathe and he pulled out his cock and she grabbed my hair and yanked me back as he rammed it into my cunt and it rose inside me and I was screaming oh gods the hard unbearable relentless pounding and I was sucked down lost in spasms tight tight so tight and then my wings unfurled and I stretched up to the skies and took flight and singing as the gods intended me I flew past the sun and the stars and the heavens and I sang my song my sweet sweet song oh god oh god oh god none sweeter.
Continues The Hunt (XI)