Excerpt from "Captive of Lilliput" by Adriana Arden

 

By the time she given her last ride just before dusk, Jenny was exhausted. At least she had managed to exercise her arms, although she had exchanged their stiffness for an aching back and thighs. But her labours were not over yet. Once again she received a command to go to the Palace. Wearily she let herself be re-harnessed so she could safely be escorted through the city streets.

Even more people are watching her from upper story windows and side streets, and there were even more enthusiastic cries. She heard a man shouting. 'I'll be riding on your back tomorrow, Jennypolo!'

At least they were learning her name. And the more popular she was the more they would think of her as a person and not a thing. Then perhaps the safer she would be...

This time, once she was in the inner Place courtyard and power over her was handed over to Reldrersal, he had her bend down so that he could undo her muffle gag.

'Do not speak unless the Emperor permits it, and if you do, keep your voice soft and low,' he warned her.

Then he led her over on her knees to another pile of straw and sacking at the base of a wall, forming a crude hassock, and above that a balcony window that had clearly recently undergone extensive alterations. A new oval wooden frame been built around it large enough for her to put her head through. On the inside of the frame, projecting into the room beyond, half a dozen metal bars had been bent to form a stack of horizontal hoops with large gaps between them. A screen of curtains divided them from the interior.

'Put your head into the recess,' Reldrersal told her.

Jenny obeyed, wondering what fresh perversion the Emperor had thought up for her.

Her face fitted closely into the array of hoops like a mask, with the top hoop going across her forehead, the next over the bridge of her nose, the third and just beneath it over her top lip, the fourth just below her bottom lip, and the fifth under her chin. The curtains twitched in front of her and a rod and hook reached out and latched onto her chain collar, holding her in place. Then she heard large screws being turned on other side of her head and she felt padded blocks of wood pressing against her temples. Now her head was immobilised and she could not pull it out of the hoop mask.

Then the curtains were pulled wide and she blinked in the lamplight of a richly appointed bedchamber.

The Emperor was standing in front of her, dressed in his night wrap once again, beaming at her in delight. Beside him, dangling from a large hook in the ceiling, was a horizontal wooden beam, and suspended from this by an array of cuffs and chains was a full breasted, naked slave girl. She was facing Jenny and her arms and legs were spread out wide and her thighs were parted as if in open invitation.

As the Emperor drew back the curtains so that he could look into Jenny's face, the slave girl's eyes widened in horror, and she moaned about the gag strap closing her lips. Hanging on either side of her from ropes tied to the ends of the suspension beam was a leather lash and a large wooden paddle with spikes on one side.

'Now I want to see you use that remarkable silver tongue of yours again,' the Emperor told Jenny. He stroked the naked front of the slave girl's body, rubbing his fingers through her bare cleft and pinching and stretching her nipples. 'You are to use it on this part of her and bring her to as many climaxes as she can sustain. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Your Majesty,' Jenny said softly.

'And don't worry if she faints from pleasure or exhaustion. She is only a Blefuscu slut and you know what they're like, don't you?'

'They break their eggs at the wrong end, Your Majesty,' the Jenny said.

'Yes, the perverse creatures! Well, with your help we'll break them of that habit soon, won't we?'

'Yes, Your Majesty,' Jenny agreed, not quite sure what he meant.

The Emperor slapped the slave girl again. 'Meanwhile I will be enjoying her from the rear in between using a lash on her posterior...'

He slipped off his robes. Once again he was naked beneath them and had a swelling erection.

He moved round by the slave girl. He took up the dangling lash and rubbed it across the girl's stretched buttocks. Then he swung it hard so that it cracked against her flesh. Her pretty eyes bulged in pain and she shrieked and jerked and swayed in her bonds.

Jenny felt sick at the sight of her suffering, but she knew she had no choice but to obey the Emperor's command. Perhaps she could at least distract the girl with a little pleasure.

'Whether I'm beating her or shafting her, you keep licking her until I tell you to stop,' the Emperor instructed. 'Now begin...'

Jenny extended her silver tongue. She saw the slave girl's tear-filled eyes widen further in horror, then they screwed up again as the Emperor resumed lashing her bottom. Quickly Jenny ran her silver tip up her body and the girl's expression of pain softened.

She lapped up full length of her body, feeling the hot cleft of her pussy the dimple of her navel and the full heavy mounds of her breasts with nipples that were standing out like pencil points. The Emperor beat her again and the girl's body flattened against Jenny's tongue.

And the Emperor let go of the lash and took hold of the girl's hips and rammed his stiff cock into her rectum. She gasped and then spluttered as Jenny's tongue slid across her face.

The Emperor drove hard into her bottom so his dangling testicles swayed between her splayed legs. The next lap of Jenny's tongue slid between the girl's spread thighs and across the Emperor's jiggling ball sack.

He gasped in surprise at the sensation, and then roared with delight. 'Yes... yes! Do that again!'

And so Jenny frantically licked and fondled the tiny, conjoined bodies with her silky soft sensuous silver tongue.

'Harder... harder! The Emperor cried. With one hand, he took up the wooden paddle and smacked it down on the flat of Jenny's tongue, making her yelp in pain. Instinctively she tried to jerk her head back but the screw clamps on her temples and the chain connected to her collar held her face imprisoned within the iron hooped frame. The tiny man was as much her master as he was the poor chained slave girl dangling before her. All she could do was distract cruelty and soften pain with pleasure.

And so with her eyes filling with tears, Jenny lapped harder, curling her tongue about the Emperor's hot heavy balls, the root of his shaft embedded in the slave girl's rectum and then her swollen pussy, receiving the sensation of sweet lustful despair trickling from it. Feeling suddenly dizzy, Jenny probed that tiny slot with her tongue, pushing its very tip deep into the girl, stretching her wider and exposing her clitoris to her silver touch, driving her body back onto the Emperor's impaling cock.

The heady taste and scent of raw lust was taking her over, and Jenny realized she was trying to penetrate the girl with her tongue, which would have been cruel and impossible. And yet as she was doing so the girl was bucking and twitching and grinding herself against her as if willing to be torn apart so long as she came.

And then the Emperor spurted inside the girl's bottom and Jenny tasted a squirt of his sperm squeezed back down the side of his shaft as the ring of the girl's anus travelled up and down it. Then the girl came over her tongue, and her juices were so sweet and exciting that Jenny shuddered as an orgasm tore through her body and burst in her mind.

For several minutes, the three of them formed the strangest of tableaus, with the slave girl dangling unconscious from her chains while the Emperor, still embedded in her rear, clung onto her for support. Jenny's tongue, still extended, lolled between their thighs, catching drips of their expended semen and juices, while her head rested against the bars of her face cage.

Then the Emperor sighed and straightened up, beaming happily. 'That was quite magnificent!' he told Jenny. I'll have a fresh girl sent in and we can do it again...'

It was a very long night.