Chapter 1 ACCIDENTAL DEATH
Pauline Bollington was driving back to Oxford from a visit to a friend in Banbury, and
she was driving far too fast in the wintry conditions. When she saw the cyclist in the
road she had to brake hard and swerve; she missed him by a hair’s breadth but lost
control on the icy road and the car slammed into a tree still doing forty miles an hour.
It took the emergency services two hours to cut her lifeless body out of the resulting
mess.
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“The only consolation I can offer,” said the policewoman who broke the news to
Pauline’s only daughter, Elinor, “is that she died instantaneously. She never felt a
thing.”
Elinor just looked at her as though not understanding.
“Is there anyone who can stay with you? A relative, or a neighbour?” asked the
policewoman.
“No. Dad died years ago and we don’t really mix with the neighbours. I could go to
Louise’s perhaps.”
“Who’s Louise?”
“She’s my best friend. I’ll ring her,” Elinor said as she fumbled for her mobile
and speed-dialled her friend.
The policewoman gently took the ‘phone from her hand and said, “Louise?”
Evidently it was Louise who had answered.
“Louise, I am Police Constable Glass and I am with Miss Pauline Bollington. We need
someone to look after her for tonight. Her mother died in a road accident earlier today,
and I don’t think it a good idea for her to be alone.”
She listened for a moment and then said, “Thank you,” and rang off.
To Pauline she said, “She’ll be here in a few minutes, and we won’t leave you until she
arrives.”
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The funeral took place a week later. During that time Louise had stayed at the
Bollingtons’ house and had been a tower of strength in dealing with people like the
undertakers and other officials.
After the few friends of Pauline’s had come back to the house and expressed their
sympathy over sherry and sandwiches, the last of them was leaving as Louise said, “I’ll
help you to wash up.”
“Thanks,” said Elinor and went through to the kitchen.
When Louise came into the kitchen Elinor was sobbing mournfully.
“Here,” said Louise and reached out to give her a hug.
Neither of them really knew what happened next, but suddenly they were kissing, not
like the friends they had been until this moment, but fully as lovers, with their tongues
scouring each other’s mouths, and their hands racing over breasts and buttocks in a series
of wild caresses.
“Stay with me tonight, please,” begged Elinor.
“What about Kevin?” asked Louise, as he had attended the funeral and was, even then,
in the sitting room.
“Fuck Kevin,” said Elinor.
“I rather think that’s what he expects tonight,” said Louise gently, “I’ve been here
constantly ever since Sunday you know, and he hasn’t had it for days.”
“Well, stay until I’m asleep and then you two can stay together in the guest room?”
Elinor was pleading.
“OK,” said Louise, wondering why she wanted Elinor so very much and why she suddenly
didn’t care what Kevin thought.
Later, just after Elinor had gone up to bed, Kevin took Louise in his arms and
kissed her, mauling one breast a little.
She pushed him away and said, “Not yet. I promised to go and sit with Elinor until
she’s asleep, then I’ll come to you in the guest room.”
Kevin muttered something and went off to his bedroom in a bad mood, reconciled to
waiting for hours for his chance between Louise’s thighs. After he had gone, Louise
tidied round a little and made sure the doors were locked securely before going up the
Elinor’s room. Slipping quietly in to the dim moonlit room, she saw that her friend was
still lying on the bed fully dressed.
“Come on,” she said quietly, “Little girl you’ve had a busy day. Let’s get you to
bed.”
As she started to undress her friend another kiss developed and suddenly they were
tearing at each other’s clothes giving no heed to popping buttons as they fought to be
naked together. Louise knew Elinor had a reputation as a bi-sexual, but all her own
experiences had been strictly with men. Even though Louise had never been with another
woman, she would be lying to herself if she said she had never thought about it. When
Elinor approached her with overtly sexual caresses, she began to feel an exciting arousal
from her first touch. As they sank on to the bed and Elinor swivelled to kiss between her
legs, Louise wondered what she was supposed to do and why she had never done this before.
Louise felt so at ease with her best friend that she had no inhibitions whatsoever.
As she lay there on her back Elinor kissed every inch of her body. The moans and noises
coming from Louise’s mouth told Elinor unmistakably that she was enjoying the experience;
for Louise it was as though she was finding a new person inside her.
With the thought of Louise’s fiancé waiting for her just down the hall Elinor
began to lick Louise’s coral core. As she felt her clit beginning to swell and her juices
started flowing, Louise began to be turned on and started to grind herself against the
bed. Then Louise thought it would be the perfect time to return the favour.
They soon were locked into a sixty-nine position and as Louise took the first taste
of a woman in her mouth, she felt her own juices begin to drip down her thighs. Elinor’s
tongue followed the river of passion, licking and sucking the juice as it ran down
Louise’s leg. They tried many positions while kissing and touching each other, and
brought each other to orgasm time after time.
“Darling, I must go. Kevin will be frantic for his fuck by now,” said Louise after
about an hour of the most delightful pleasures.
“Don’t go,” pleaded Elinor.
“I promised, darling. We can be together again tomorrow.”
“Stay here and I’ll fetch him. I really don’t want to be alone tonight. It’s a big
bed and I won’t mind you doing it here,” muttered Elinor, much to Louise’s amazement.
Chapter 27 PARTY TIME
The Admiral had reluctantly made a general announcement that the Princess was holding a
party, and that all officers were invited; however he made it crystal clear that only
officers who were not on duty should attend, and that anyone leaving his post while
scheduled to be on duty would return to Kobekistan in disgrace for punishment.
The night started for Elaheh with a three hour stint as the gracious hostess,
wearing a sophisticated cocktail dress and heels. The party was going well; all were
happy and the drink was flowing. There was much speculation about the blindfolded naked
Western female in the glass box, but strict orders had been given to leave her untouched.
Kalyn, Mi Lee, and Amina were doing as instructed and dancing for the guests’ enjoyment;
watching them stripping for groups of horny sailors seemed to be just the right thing to
get Elaheh in the mood for what she had planned.
Kate’s removal from her glass cage was ordered and she was wheeled to the centre of
the room, dripping with sweat, into the midst of the party with yelps of joy from the male
crew members. Removed from her muscle cramping confinement, Kate was quickly moved into a
foetal position, and then into a tight coil with hands bound to ankles. A dildo with a
lamp on the handle was pushed into her sore and sensitive arse hole before she was hoisted
high above the guest heads like a human chandelier.
After an hour hanging above the party, she was lowered and in this cramped position
she was caned by a eunuch with sweeping upward movements to strike the arse, which was the
lowest hanging part of her body.
CRACK! went the birch cane across the lovely buttocks.
At the first stroke, the hapless woman screamed like a child, and then sobbed, with
the tears running out from beneath her blindfold.
CRACK! a second stroke redoubled her screaming.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
By the sixth stroke her screams had subsided completely, leaving her sobbing and
moaning continuously. Her arse was red by now, but with each stroke of the cane a sense
of enjoyment began to creep through her body. The Princess ordered her to be stimulated,
and a vibrator was inserted into her cunt to bring her to the very brink of orgasm, but
the Princess refused to let her have her satisfaction. Time and again she was brought to
the edge, and occasionally another stripe was added to her striated arse cheeks with the
cane.
When the Princess tired of this amusement, Kate was strapped down prone on a metal
chair. The Princess began an interrogation as she tried to investigate the intimate
details of Kate’s sordid past. Her guests in turn administered electric shocks to her
nipples and pussy to assure that she told all. This soon became boring for the party
goers as it became clear that Kate had had a very sheltered life. The only confession of
any interest was that she had feelings of desire for a college room mate, and although
nothing ever happened, she had always wondered what sex with another woman would really be
like. She had only found out with Elaheh’s slaves in the last few days. Her life had
been so sheltered and innocent that she couldn’t even make up any interesting fantasies
for the audience.
After Kate’s disappointing interview, she was seated upright and secured in stocks
for her troubles. A leather strap pushed her nose up into a pig snout and held her mouth
wide open. Elaheh first cropped her red locks with scissors, mockingly shoving some into
her gaping mouth as she tried to struggle, but her bindings were too tight. A straight
razor was used to scrape the remaining stubble off her head and to remove her eyebrows so
she was completely bald; then the attention moved to her pubic region and as her legs
were spread all her hair was removed by a bath girl plucking them, one at a time.
She was then released and a steel collar clamped around her neck, and she was
paraded around the room for all to see. The final phase of her torture and humiliation
started when she was impaled on a dildo, and was at last rewarded with an orgasm. Locked
back in the stocks, with her arse high in the air, she basked in the afterglow, the steel
collar hugging her slender neck and her pale shining head and body smoothly shorn.
At the Princess’s invitation, man after man fucked her and implanted their seed deep
into her cunt or arse hole, according to choice.
When she came, which was often, she cried out her bridegroom’s name, “Jeremy, oh fuck,
Jeremy.”
Elaheh lay back on her bed and watched man after man fuck her new sex toy. The
Admiral had seen many such scenes before and was not that impressed. He even remembered
some twenty years ago he had witnessed another, virtually identical scene, but then it was
the Emir in charge and Kate’s mother who had been so humiliated. He tried to leave
unobtrusively, but Elaheh saw his retreat and followed him, catching the proud man in a
corridor that led to his quarters.
“Did the scene offend you?”
“No Princess, as I said I have seen most things in my years.”
“Do you like me? Do you want me?” the Princess asked, pushing her body up against
his.
Without answering, the Admiral grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the
bulkhead. His mouth clasped against hers, his hand began to pull at the gown that covered
her body, lifting it above her waist. Elaheh in return went for his pants and soon was
massaging his prick and guided it into the hole for which it was made. He thrust at her
hard and fast like a piston, true and straight, without any thought for his wife, and with
each thrust he bashed her body against the bulk head of the ship, adding to the slapping
noise of his balls against her arse. It took only a few moments for him to come, but with
all his years of practice he was not done, and he continued to smack in and out of the
Princess until he spent a second wad of come into her inviting body. Exhausted and spent
he withdrew and helped Elaheh to regain herself before straightening his uniform.
“Forgive me, Princess, I could not hold myself any longer. Your beauty is exquisite
and makes me feel young again. Please forgive your humble servant.”
“There is no forgiveness necessary. You did as I wanted, and I said we needed to
celebrate your birthday,” she replied, walking off to rejoin the party and leaving the
Admiral to dwell on his pleasure.
When she returned to the party it was to find various crew members taking third and
fourth turns on a now exhausted and inert Kate.
“Out, all of you,” she ordered, and the eunuchs and officers cleared the room in
less than thirty seconds, leaving Elaheh alone with her new toy.
Stripping the blindfold off the young woman, and releasing her from her bonds,
Princess Elaheh watched as two bath girls massaged Kate’s aching limbs and soothed her
weals with ointment. Gently they sponged all the dried sweat and semen from her abused
body.
“Did you enjoy my party?” asked the Princess.
Kate stared at the Princess in horror as she realised that the whole torturing
experience, from Hameez’s first fucking her to the gang bang at the end, including the
caning, had given her more pleasure than pain, and that she would go through it all again
if she had the chance.
Finally she summoned enough courage to whisper, “Yes, I did.”
“Yes, what?” snapped Elaheh.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” answered Kate, submissively.
“Yes, Mistress will do. I am not a Majesty,” responded the Princess, adding under
her breath, “At least not yet.”
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