Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I stood my ground. Not out of defiance per se, but because I really couldn’t muster the strength to do as he asked. Bending over the bed would take…submission. Something that, though I seemed to enjoy the pain caused by Troylus’ hand, was not something I possessed. Sigmun said he was not a patient man…well, I was not a submissive woman.
With a loud sigh, Sigmun approached me. “Very well. I see this mare before me is in need of my whip.”
Swooping me off my feet, he effortlessly flung me over his shoulder, carried me to the bed, and tossed me onto the mattress. Before I could resist in any way, he flipped me onto my stomach and pinned me by pressing his hand down on the middle of my back. I heard the familiar sound of Sigmun removing his leather belt from his pants as Troylus had done. But unlike the lashing to my front half, I was shocked to feel the sting of leather on my bare behind. There was more force, and more pain, as Sigmun began whipping me with rapid cracks of his belt against my ass.
I involuntarily cried out and kicked my legs back in a feeble attempt to stop the assault. Sigmun simply countered my moves by using his muscled leg to trap my flailing ones.
“Has no one ever punished this bare arse of yours before?” he asked as he licked my fiery skin again and again with the awful leather.
“No! No!” I screamed. I had never felt such torment before.
Such deliciously sinful torment.
My body had been starved.
Though my ass and the backs of my thighs throbbed from the whipping, it did not match the throbbing in my pussy that had been ignited once again. The cadence of his discipline nearly matched the beating of my heart, and the only thing I could do was cling to the fabric of the bed, bury my face in the mattress, and mewl in agony. Agony that awoke something so deep, dark and demanding. I wanted more, even though my poor punished backside did not.
“Now the color of your arse matches the color of your tits. A pretty sight indeed,” Sigmun said, pausing in his whipping. “The question I have for you is, have you learned your lesson? Will you obey the next time I, or any of the kingsmen, tell you to do something?”
I nodded my head. “Yes,” though I doubted the truth of my statement.
He laughed loudly. “I do not believe you, Queen. But I won’t whip you again for your dishonesty. I suppose I would lie as well if I had a tanned backside like you have now. Self-preservation is a powerful motivator.”
I heard the heavy thud of the belt falling to the floor and released a sigh of relief.
“But we still have to stretch this arsehole of yours. I won’t leave before I have completed my task.” He spread my legs wide, which I didn’t resist. I remained perfectly still. I wanted to see what was next. I wanted to see exactly what he meant when he said he would stretch me.
It was then that I realized the kingsmen had the greatest weapon of all. My own masochistic desires.
“Suck my finger,” Sigmun said as he leaned over and forced his index finger past my lips. “Get it nice and wet.”
I did as he asked, uncertain what he planned next, but his command seemed simple and easy enough.
He then pulled it out of my mouth with as much force as he had used to put it in. Moving his hand to the juncture between my legs, he dipped his wet finger to the folds of my pussy and began caressing.
With a snicker, he said, “Oh, Zell, it appears that I didn’t need to have you lick my finger at all. Your pussy is plenty wet. It seems that you actually enjoyed that whipping.”
His continued laughing filled me with shame. I didn’t like revealing my true feelings to him. I did not want my captors to know that my body was responding in ways that still mystified me.
“Well, this will make my job, and your situation, so much easier.” He moved his finger to my tiny pussy hole and pressed in.
I gasped as renewed pleasure erupted. My gasp turned to a moan when he pumped his finger in and out of me a few times. Although the pleasure was short-lived, because Sigmun pulled his finger from my pussy and placed it on my anus.
“Time we open this little hole of yours a bit.”
I tensed and tried to buck up and off the bed, which was useless since Sigmun’s other hand held my back down like it had done during the whipping. “You will not! No!”
“I’m doing you a favor, my queen. A favor indeed. Because one of the kingsmen will most certainly claim this tight arse of yours, and you don’t want your first opening of this hole to be with a cock. Trust me.”