Of Pain and Delight by Heidi Stone

Normally she would have responded to her lover’s movements with wild thrusts of her own, but such behaviour was impossible, tethered as she was to the unyielding frame.
    He started to plunge in and out of her with urgent purpose. Sahria matched the rhythm of his thrusts with her laboured breathing, occasionally moaning loudly with the sheer delight of the moment. The searing heat between her legs was building fast. Her release was imminent. ‘Yes… yes… harder !’ she cried involuntarily. She was close, very close. ‘Yes… yes…’ she cried again. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming …’
    Rapite suddenly withdrew from her and laughed as she whimpered. Her moment had been cruelly snatched from her. ‘Please,’ she sobbed, ‘ please …’
    ‘Ah no, sweet princess,’ he sneered, ‘you seem to forget that you are here for punishment.’
    Sahria began to sob uncontrollably and her tears streamed down her soft cheeks. Her sex was on fire. She stiffened the muscles of her inner thighs in a desperate attempt to take herself over the edge, but it was too late. The urgency had passed. Suddenly she hated the man with venom that was unknown, even to her.
    Rapite stroked her bottom with an incongruous tenderness. She relaxed again. His touch, although insufficient for her rapacious needs, was at least soothing. His fingers felt rough and the nails snagged her skin, but the caress seemed strangely delicate. She stopped sobbing, took a deep breath, and glanced over her shoulder. He was staring at her bottom with the expression of a man possessed. His stalk was as erect as before and glistened in the flickering torchlight. She turned her face away again, sadly. How could a man taunt her so? How could he taunt himself so?
    Suddenly, and without warning, her bottom was once more seared with pain as he slapped her forcefully with the palm of a hand. Sahria yelped, and the sound of her cry echoed around the chamber. Another slap followed quickly, then another and another. Each one was delivered with such power that her breath was knocked from her body. The ache for release was rapidly building between her legs again. More slaps; five, ten, fifteen. His assault was unrelenting. He seemed to be possessed by some manic force as he rained blow after sweet blow against her quivering backside. Her pussy throbbed heavily and her juices flowed. The sounds of flesh striking stinging flesh reverberated against the damp stone walls of her prison.
    The heat within her loins rose sharply and she knew she was beyond the point of no return. Her sex lips felt as though unseen fingers were tugging them apart, and her tiny bud seemed to be on fire. With a stabbing thrust of sheer pleasurable release she came at last. It was probably the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, even more violent than the one she’d enjoyed whilst cruelly shackled in the dungeon that morning. She filled her lungs with the acrid air and then screamed as a thousand needles seemed to jab into her most intimate parts, over and over again.
    Rapite slapped her six more times as she shuddered and climaxed again and again, but she was oblivious to the pain in her bottom. Every feeling, every sensation emanated from between her legs.
    Slowly, she relaxed. Her breathing was heavy and her pussy was throbbing wildly. She peered wearily over her shoulder. Rapite was standing slightly to one side of her, masturbating openly. She watched as he massaged his thick stalk, until he grimaced and his cream jetted from the eye of the monster to streak across her glowing buttocks. His orgasm seemed endless. More and more of his juices gushed from him to soak her hot bottom, and she could feel the warmth of his release against the heat of her tortured skin.
    When he was done he smoothed the juices over her bottom and massaged the cream into her soft flesh. A finger once more strayed into the tightness of her virgin anus, lubricated by a combination of their juices, and Sahria began to