Playthings Of The Prince

An eBook By Alex Waldegger.

Michiko knelt too. She took Helene's head between her hands and stroked her hair gently, trying to comfort her. She kissed her on top of her head, then on her tear-wet cheeks. The fight was gone out of Helene now, and she did not try to resist as she was unnaturally caressed by another girl. Michiko bent her head to continue her previous work, mouthing the blonde's expansive chest, returning to the nipple to tease it gently. When the Prince ordered that her one remaining garment, her saucy briefs, be pulled down her legs and off, Helene's response was no more than a sniff of dismay. But when they pulled her down onto the floor and spread her wide, Helene's feelings of discomfiture grew stronger again. She was dragged open, arms and legs spread out, lying on her back. There was one girl on each of her hands and one on each foot, holding her limbs firmly in place. As Prince Ali stared down at her, Helene was horribly aware at how open the place between her legs was to his gaze. He admired the rich, dense field of darkly golden wheat and the shyly pouting pink lips below. Even though he did not touch her the helpless Helene felt as though his eyes alone were ravishing her body and stripping away her honor. As Michiko fondled and then kissed the insides of her legs, Helene started to moan and twist languidly. But when the Japanese girl's delicate fingers ran down the outside of her feminine opening, Helene could not help drawing in a long, ragged gasp. Her breathing was unsteady, making her chest heave, as Michiko touched her. She started to struggle again, though it did her no good against the four captresses who were obviously well-practiced in keeping girls held down. Her neck twisted, turning her head this way and that at random as Michiko's fingers gently explored her femininity.

'That is enough pleasure,' said Prince Ali, as Michiko was leaning forward to bring her face down between Helene's legs. Michiko looked up with a pleading look at the Prince, but then lowered her eyes when she saw his fierce glare of denial. 'Put her over the table,' commanded the Prince. Helene let out a low wail as the girls holding her arms pulled her up. She tried to get up on her feet, but before she had made it they had dragged her to the table where the cushion had received its heavy toll of whacks. Helene was in no doubt that her own rear was due to pay a similar price.

'Jessica will perform the act,' said the Prince. A tall, athletic girl with light brown hair went to one of the uniformed guards, who drew the cane from her belt and handed it over. Jessica bounded across the room with a spring in her step, face glowing with anticipation. She, the Prince, and everyone else in the room looked down on the smooth, generous contours of Helene's curvaceous rump. She was being held bent over the table with her rear toward the two remaining captives, so that they could witness the correction of disobedience and learn an unambiguous lesson from it. Her bottom made a beautiful target, one that clearly cried out for the fall of fiery strokes. Knowing that the first girl of the three to whom he gave orders would inevitably fail, Prince Ali had deliberately picked out Helene because her seat would provide the greatest pleasure to his eyes when visited with the stinging rod. Jessica stood to one side of the wrongdoer, squirming on the spot with excitement, looking to her master in expectation of the coming command.

'You have not obeyed my commands,' said Prince Ali. 'Now you will be punished. If you wish to minimise the number of strokes which you suffer, I suggest that you improve your attitude and show proper obedience.'

'Please!' cried out Helene in wild fear of the cane in Jessica's hand. 'Please, I'll do anything!'

'Disobedient wretch!' said the Prince. 'I told you quite clearly that you must address me as "my Prince", or similar terms of respect. One!' Grinning, Jessica raised the cane, going up on her toes, and then slammed it down hard across the very middle of Helene's two ample but still deliciously firm cheeks. Helene's head flew back, throwing her hair up like a spray of gold, and she howled in outraged anguish as a dreadful fire scorched her flesh. Her legs started to kick like mad and her body writhed on the table, pushing her burning nether region this way and that. As Jessica moved the rod away she saw an intensely pink line standing vividly out across the skin of her victim's succulent flesh.

'Please, my Prince, my lord, sir, monsieur le Prince, je vous prie, laissez-moi... oaah, please, please! Not again!'

'Not again? Are you trying to forbid me to do as I please, you wicked little harlot? That calls for further correction. Two!' Jessica vented a slight grunt of exertion as she raised the cane again. Helene's head was twisted round, looking over her shoulder to see her fate coming, seeing the merciless gleam of cruel pleasure in Jessica's eyes and the hard set of her mouth. Helene squealed as the cane began to fall, and her scream choked off and then started again as she suffered a second impact, a little higher up but still in the fleshy parts of her full seat. Her legs both kicked up wildly and she thrashed on the table, but there was no way out.

'Will you do as you are told?' shouted the Prince over her shrieks.

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