Kinky Space Vixen (5 page)

"From now on you are no longer Wandoria
Tightsocket, Daughter of the Duke of Fastriver."
Whack.
"From
now on you are simply Wandoria the whore. Whore of the Supreme
Emperor."
Whack.
"The
Emperor gets to do whatever he likes to you."
Whack.
"The
Emperor can fuck you in the pussy."
Whack.
"The
Emperor can fuck you in the mouth."
Whack.
"The
Emperor can fuck you in the ass.
Whack.
"The
Emperor can even, if he so chooses, fuck you in the
armpit."
Whack. Whack. Whack.
 
Wandoria screamed and shook her
head frantically from side to side, smacked it on the bed, ripped
at her hair with her hands and churned up the sheets as the cane
did its work on her ass. Meanwhile Rhonda carried on like a woman
possessed, head thrown back, ejaculating a brief moan of pleasure
every time she brought the cane down. 'The bitch reddens up very
nicely,' she thought to herself. 'And she screams even better. Like
a good girl she tries to hold her ass in position but when I have
the cane and she has the ass there can only be one
winner!'
"I'm going to turn your ass to mush do you hear me
bitch? Fucking mush!" She aimed the cane at her upper legs and
brought the blow down as hard as she could, grunting with the
effort. A deep red line appeared across both of Wandoria's legs.
Wandoria screamed again and bit down on her clenched fist until the
blood came. With pinpoint accuracy derived from much practice
Rhonda caned her again in exactly the same place and waited whilst
the welt expanded. Wandoria bit down even harder on her fist and
started scratching on her face. 'One more should do it,' thought
Rhonda as she brought the cane down on the burning welt on
Wandoria's legs once more, so hard it made her wrist ache. For a
moment Rhonda imagined there was smoke coming from Wandoria's ass
and that it was about to catch fire altogether. Wandoria gave a
shriek of agony so loud and so high pitched it set the dogs barking
in the courtyard above, threw back her head and instinctively put
her hands behind her, reaching frantically for her ass and rubbing
it frantically in an effort to stem the pain.
"No!" Roared Rhonda in a fury. "You bad bitch, you
bad, bad, bad fucking bitch, you're going to fucking pay dearly for
that little slut, fucking dearly!" She grabbed hold of Wandoria's
hands and pinched them tightly together, twisting them round at a
45 degree angle. Wandoria yelped through her sobs and breathlessly
started begging for mercy. "Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress I'm sorry,
please don't hurt my village, I'll take my punishment like a good
bitch, I promise I'll take it like a good bitch!"
"Put your hands over your head and resume the
fucking position," ordered Rhonda sharply, "and if you move one
more time I'm going to ask the Emperor to send a troupe of men down
to your fucking shithole village and we'll force feed you your
daddy's brains for the rest of the week." Wandoria did as she was
told. Rhonda started caning her again, even harder than before. At
first Rhonda tried to count the blows but the cane filled her world
and pushed everything to one side of her mind. After a time
Wandoria stopped screaming, the pain drained her and she had no
more energy left. She lay there on the bed, face down, fists
clenching and unclenching as the cane drove into her ass. The crack
of the cane, followed by the pain, then again and the pain was
multiplied.
Finally Rhonda stopped caning her and rested the
cane on the table. Wandoria's frantic gestures ceased but she
continued to sob loudly, burying her face in the blankets of the
bed, her ass still raised, swollen, crimson, burned, lined with
deep welts.
"Now that," murmured Rhonda with a tone that
sounded as if she were approaching orgasm. "Is one well spanked
girl." Rhonda took a step back and regarded the stricken girl and
her stricken, swollen ass, still raised in the air before her. Then
she threw back her head and laughed hysterically. "Oh little
whore," she gasped. "Oh my poor little whore, the things you're
going to have done to you!" and with that she turned on her heel
and walked out of the alcove.

"Here, fucker." Rogerus turned just in time to receive the
crack of the cane right across his face as Rhonda drove it home. He
fell to the floor and cowered, nursing the newly formed mark.
Rhonda stood over him and laughed an evil laugh.
"Didn't see that coming did you, you dozy little
shit, didn't see that one coming at all? Stupid cunt!" She threw
the cane at him. "Here, dispose of that somewhere safe until some
other little slut or some other ugly little fucking freak has need
of it, then get in there and patch that bitch's ass up as best you
can. After that you'll be left to your sordid little masturbation
session for the rest of the night."
"Yes Rhonda," said Rogerus as Rhonda strode down
the corridor towards her luxurious private chambers. Rogerus picked
up the cane and examined it. The cane was hot to the touch and
Rogerus could see it had been bent slightly out of shape.
'Wandoria's spanking must have been a savage one,' he thought to
himself, then his mind was drawn to the burning sensation on his
face and how that one blow had hurt so much. 'Poor, poor Wandoria,
who must have taken a multitude of blows.' He made his way to the
curtain of Wandoria's alcove where he could hear the sound of loud
sobbing. He pushed back the curtain and entered in. Wandoria was
still lying face down on the bed with her pussy exposed and her ass
in the air, face buried in a pillow as she wept. She turned her
head as Rogerus walked in and her face reacted with horror as she
saw the cane in his hands.
"Oh please, in the name of all that is good, not
more punishment!" She begged. Rogerus saw the welts, some of which
were now turning purple - the poor girl's ass had been destroyed by
the cane, no wonder she didn't want to see it. He threw the
instrument to one side and it clattered to the floor, out of sight
under a table.
"Mistress," Rogerus began solemnly, "I am here to
make everything ok for you again."
"Ok?" asked Wandoria in wonderment. "How
can
 
you
 
make everything ok? Can you send me back home and make my
village's cob crop successful? I think not."
"Sorry mistress," replied Rogerus meekly. "You are
right I can do neither of these things. I can try, however, to heal
your physical problems, namely the wounds and the welts on your
swollen ass." Wandoria never took her eyes off him.
"May I... may I get out of the spanking position
now?"
"Of course you may Mistress," replied Rogerus
kindly. “You should not need to ask me, I am
 
your
 
servant, you can do what you
like around me." Wandoria got gingerly to her feet.
"So... I can put my clothes on as
well?"
"Of course you may Mistress, but first," Rogerus
reached into the pocket of his smock and produced a small tin. "I
have a balm to heal your ass."
"Can... can I ask you your name?"
"Of course you can Mistress, my name is
Rogerus."
"Hi... Rogerus. My name is..."
"Wandoria. I know." Rogerus's feet were rooted to
the spot as he starred at Wandoria's naked body, his cock stiffer
than a marble lighthouse and twice as shiny. Wandoria saw him
starring and made to put her arms and hands across her private
areas, then reconsidered and threw up her hands with a shrug. "What
is the point of trying to conceal myself now that I am forever a
whore?" She asked rhetorically. Rogerus started to move towards her
but she backed away towards the bed. "You're not.... you're not
going to be a nasty cunt to me are you Rogerus?" She asked, her
voice seeping with vulnerability.
"Of course not Mistress," replied Rogerus, his
cock so stiff it was starting to hurt. "I am going to try and help
you, this is my job. It is what I have been trained to
do."
"I see." Wandoria sat down on the bed - or rather
tried to sit down - her burning ass reacted badly with the sheets
and she leapt up again with a cry.
"Lay face down Mistress," advised Rogerus. "So I
can apply the balm to the welts."
"No," replied Wandoria firmly. "Face down on the
bed reminds me too much of my prior submission to the cane. I have
a better idea. Please, come over to me." She stood up straight in
front of Rogerus and beckoned him over. Rogerus started to walk
towards her, his throat was dry and his feet so heavy it was like
he was wading knee deep in half melted wax. When he was close
enough Wandoria reached out and rested her hands on his shoulders.
"There," she said, managing a smile for the first time in a long
while. "Now you can reach round my body and apply the balm to my
ass - if its ok with you that is."
"Of...of course Mistress." Rogerus unscrewed the
top of the tin and scooped out a large portion of the balm then
rubbed it on his hands, hands that were just centimetres away from
Wandoria's warm breasts and tight virgin pussy. His throbbing cock
felt as if it were about to explode. He reached slowly round, his
arms brushing past her hips, half intoxicated by the summery scent
of her hair mingling with her perfume. Wandoria flinched slightly
as his fingers touched her ass for the first time and slightly dug
her nails into his skin.
"It is alright," he whispered, trying to reassure
her. "The pain will all be gone soon."
"And the welts?" she asked of him.
"I'm afraid you will bear the welts for a while
longer yet Mistress," he replied, looking into those deep green
eyes which shimmered like the deepest of lakes reaching down to her
very soul. She looked back at him and suddenly they both laughed.
She put her arms more tightly around him and hugged his neck as he
started rubbing the balm into her ass, kneading the balm into her
ass, into the marks and the welts and after a few seconds she felt
a coolness in her behind and the pain started to subside. "That’s
nice," she murmured, closing her eyes and surrendering herself to
his hands. "Maybe you could rub the balm on my heart next, and then
my mind, for both are seriously anguished also."
"Alas Mistress," replied Rogerus, moving his hands
around her ass in circles, up and down and from side to side,
feeling the heat where the cane had done its work, hands against
her bare skin. He had to make an effort to control his breathing
which had become fast and shallow. His cock however, he could not
control and it stabbed into the skin of Wandoria's naked legs as
she hugged him tighter.
"This must be the best job in the whole world for
a man," she mused, rubbing her eyes on his tunic in an effort to
dry them of tears. "Being here with a bunch of whores, working with
a bunch of whores all day - you must see a lot of
action."
"I regret not mistress, my face has put paid to
that and I remain unchartered by man or woman."
"What... what is wrong with your face though?"
asked Wandoria innocently.
"What is wrong with it?" repeated Rogerus in
amazement, "Mistress, are those two beautiful emeralds either side
of your face blind though they dazzle my soul with much light? Look
at me, I am ugly and deformed, anyone can surely see that."
"No," said Wandoria gently, "you have a kind heart, I can feel it.
And a kind heart is always the most beautiful of attributes. I
think your face is distinctive."
"So does everyone else Mistress, although they are
not as kind as you are."
 
Wandoria smiled again and nuzzled her face against
Rogerus's neck, "it must drive you fucking mad," she said softly.
"Being surrounded by pussy all day and yet never getting a
slice."
"Some would say I am already fucking mad
Mistress," replied Rogerus. "I rarely go outside for I lack the
confidence and I have no real friends of my own." Wandoria's ass
had cooled considerably since Rogerus had started rubbing on the
balm and she was very grateful to him for it.
"There Mistress," said Rogerus. "I think that the
balm should have done its work by now." He stopped rubbing her ass
but then, instead of releasing his hands from her body he moved
them upwards and around her slender waist, curled his arms around
her and held her tightly, just held her.
"You know Rogerus, I've never known what
loneliness felt like until now,” she whispered into his ear. “I'd
always been surrounded by attendants, suitors, members of my
family. Now I suppose I'll never see them again. I hope the other
whores are friendly, but if not I'm glad I've met you, who is
friendly." They relaxed from their embrace and looked at each
other. Rogerus felt a strange light headed sensation coming over
him and almost lift him off his feet. Wandoria seemed to feel it
too. Her face became earnest and confused, she fought to remember
what she had been saying. "Pain too," she said again after a
moment. "I never knew until today what real physical pain felt
like. I was supervised every moment of the day back at the manor in
Fastriver.”
"I shall help you as best I can Mistress, it is
what I'm here for," breathed Rogerus, his throat was dry though he
felt as if he had half a jar of treacle in his mouth, so strange
was the sensation.
"And then intercourse." Wandoria looked down,
worried. "I have never known sexual intercourse before. But now it
looks as if I shall soon become experts in all three horrible areas
by the end of the week. Oh mercy!" Her eyes started to well up with
tears once more.
‘It is desire, that strange sensation,' Rogerus
decided, "desire like I've never felt before!' Then he looked at
Wandoria and said in a determined manner. "Oh sweet Mistress
Wandoria, I swear on my life and on the life of all that is good, I
shall protect and honour you as best I can." Wandoria stopped
sniffling and leaned forward, her breath warm on Rogerus's face. He
felt her lips touch his, then felt his tongue inside her mouth, his
hands gripped her naked body tighter as he prepared to surrender
himself to the lust. Wandoria started to paw at his tunic and
within a few seconds he had struggled out of it and they stood
together as one. Wandoria pulled him backwards and together they
fell on to the bed, he was on top of her and prepared to drive his
cock into her pussy when Wandoria gently pulled her face away from
his and looked at him with earnest eyes. He understood perfectly.
"You are a virgin," he said gently. "Which means this is going to
hurt you. For me, I am also a virgin, which means I am afraid
of..... not giving you the satisfaction you deserve."
"Oh sweet Rogerus," breathed Wandoria. "There also
exists the chance that I might not give you the
satisfaction
 
you
 
deserve - by being too tight to fit your cock
inside."
"I think we must both stop worrying, for whatever
happens is bound to happen and I want you more than I have ever
wanted any human being before."
"And I feel the same Rogerus."
"Ok then, take my hand and squeeze it as hard as
you like as I enter you," said Rogerus gently. "And also," he
gently turned over and pulled her on top of him. "Ease yourself in
as gently as you like."
"Oh sweet, sweet Rogerus," murmured Wandoria and
she took his hand as she rose up and straddled him, took his cock
in her other hand and held it below her pussy, breathing heavily
with anticipation. She didn't want any more pain but at the same
time she wanted his cock inside her so badly. 'It's now or never,'
she thought to herself as she lowered herself on to him. Wandoria
gripped Rogerus's hand tightly as she felt a brief stab of pain as
she was breached and his cock was certainly a tight fit but she
managed to fit it all inside her and in a moment she was swaying
and twisting gently as Rogerus's hands gripped her thighs and moved
upwards to cup her breasts. Rogerus looked up at her, Goddess of
love that she was, his cock gripped so tightly within her moist
pussy, her hair swaying gently over her face as she rocked to and
fro like a radiant wild flower in the desert breeze, moaning and
whimpering with pleasure, her eyes opening and closing with the
ecstasy of the moment. He moved down and held on to her hips,
letting them rock back and forth with the rhythm and the passion.
'I never thought this moment would come,' thought Rogerus as he lay
back, closed his eyes and let Wandoria's svelte body take control
of his cock. 'Together with a woman like this is the most beautiful
sensation in the world and I do not know how a fool like the
Emperor could cheapen the moment and be so ungrateful that he needs
to keep a harem full of women. But then no, I see now, I am a
luckier man than the Emperor, because none of this harem wants to
fuck the Emperor, they are all slaves like me. Whereas this girl,
this ray of light in my dark life that has shattered the pre
conceptions of my own hideousness, she wants to be with me and only
me, she has kissed me and consented to be with me and for these
moments it is as if we are one body and this is all her free will.
This is the greatest moment of my life.' Wandoria in turn, kneeling
above him, was aware of every single movement of her body, her
knees rubbing against the soft bed sheets, her smooth, soft inner
thighs, gripping Rogerus’s legs, her hair shimmering like a
waterfall over her face, her breasts bouncing freely up and down
and her pussy - her pussy above all, filled with the pleasure of
his cock. 'How is it possible,' she thought to herself as her moans
grew louder and her movements became faster, 'how is it possible,
that I am so imprisoned here in this evil palace as a slave, and
yet at the same time I feel so free?' Wandoria took Rogerus's hands
in hers and squeezed them tighter, looked at him with eyes of
complete adoration, a look Rogerus returned tenfold. He felt his
cock tighten. She felt a tight sensation in her stomach. Then a
wave seemed to take over and sweep her away from the shoreline of
reality, blinding and choking her in an almost drowning pleasure as
she cried out, tossed her head and spurted hard upon his raging
shaft. A moment later a warm spurt of pleasure shot through
Rogerus's cock and into Wandoria as he came with a jarring climax
of his own.