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Runaway
The slave-Princess ran on and on. Her lungs were burning and She could feel
the fatigue building in Her thighs and calves as She approached a large meadow.
This was Her third escape attempt and the farthest She had ever gone, well over
a mile from the Castle. Fifty more meters and She would enter the thick, dark
woods. Her hands were still laced together tightly at the back of Her neck and
She stumbled from time to time on the uneven grass. But even as Her body ached
through the ordeal Her spirit soared at the notion of freedom.
Ten meters into the woods Her feet tripped a snare that exploded with a loud
crack, and a rough hemp net encircled Her and sprung Her off the ground hanging
from a whippy birch tree. She bobbed on the tether like a caged animal
completely up side down with Her tiny feet caught between the net and Her thighs
spread wide open.
A siren sounded awakening the guards stationed in small huts around the
perimeter of the Queendom.
"Damn it," Chloe muttered, "we have to go to work.” She gave Annie a playful
pinch on the rump and a small kiss. The two shared the hut and were part of a
group of over twenty Amazons that had been hired by the Queen to form a security
force. They were rumored to be descendent of Wonder Woman's Island and were
noted for their size, beauty, and sexual prowess. Each was over six feet tall
and one hundred sixty pounds with thickly braided wheat colored hair that hung
down their backs.
Both washed their faces in ice cold water to shock the sleep out of their
systems, then stepped into high rawhide boots. The summer night was hot and
muggy so they decided against wearing their tunics, and just buckled wide belts
around their waists that supported long holsters. They tied the holsters to
their massive thighs and placed the long wooden paddles in place.
"Grab the lantern," Annie said. "This shouldn't take too long. We just have
to collect the Runaway and make the return. With any luck we'll be back in bed
in an hour, and ready to play.”
The Princess saw the lantern light from her trap, then the huge silhouettes
of the Amazons. Other guards had come to fetch Her during the last two escape
attempts, but this pair appeared even bigger. She expected they would be harsh
disciplinarians, but for the moment could only dwell on their beauty.
Annie bent the birch tree down so Chloe could release the net. They reached
down to untangle the Princess then lifted Her to Her feet. Their hands roamed
over Her breasts, bottom, and thighs, then explored the moist secret places
between Her legs and buttocks. The Princess could feel Her pulse quicken and Her
heartbeat rise. She gasped for air, and felt a warm flush of blood rush from Her
toes to Her face. The Queen had denied Her release for months and always kept
Her hands tied to prevent then from creeping between Her legs. Just the touch of
the Amazon's hands was awakening Her erotic impulses.
The Amazons stood at Her side so closely their thighs were all entwined.
Though the Princess was 5'7" tall, Her face just reached the level of their
full, high breasts. She turned Her head from side to side marveling at the thick
pink nipples that appeared as big and ripe as summer strawberries. Her mouth
opened and Her lips puckered. "What have I got to loose," She thought, and
lowered Her face to the first breast licking and sucking the sweet fruit. The
Amazons moaned with pleasure as their nipples swelled to the dancing tongue and
demanding lips.
Annie's firm hands cupped Her buttocks gently squeezing, then tenderly pried
them apart and probed. Chloe pinched Her nipples scrumptiously hard with one
hand and used the other to split the soft folds between Her legs and polish Her
clit softly. Louise forgot Her fear and fatigue and moved Her hips lewdly as
little bursts of pleasure popped liked firecrackers between Her legs.
Both Amazons squatted down, one in front and one behind. Annie's tongue
probed Her anus and Chloe licked Her swollen clitoris till She began riding
their faces like a spirited animal. She was suspended in air on their tongues;
Her pretty toes barely scrapping the forest floor. As they pushed passed warm
yielding muscle She came quickly with electric jolts of pleasure in an orgasmic
ballet.
They all dropped to the soft forest floor. Chloe and Annie lay on their
backs with their pussies and buttocks smashed together. Each raised a hand to
Louise's head and tugged at the curly locks. With Her hands tethered She had to
spread Her legs very wide to keep Her balance, then lean slowly forward.
Louise teasingly rubbed Her cheeks into the soft moist yellow hairs till She
heard them moan. They smelled musky like French sandalwood and tasted sweet and
sour and mouth-watering. Each root felt as big as a finger and throbbed between
Her lips.
She had been denied for so long, She ached. She ached for the joy of a
beautiful woman and now that that She had two She would enjoy herself as long as
She could. Louise ran Her tongue up and down the warm walls moving from Annie
to Chloe then back again. She drew little wet circles around each bud, then
sucked them hard. When one big round bottom began to rotate She moved to the
other Amazon, enjoying the throaty frustrating pleas as She left. The sucked
hard again at the other temple.
When their hips and buttocks began to shake their strong hands grabbed Her
head tightly while the Princess licked like a hungry kitten. As their climax
began Annie stuck a finger into Louise and She too began to buck. And when the
pleasure had reached its zenith, Chloe sunk a wet finger deep into her yawning
ass. Their mouths opened wide but not a sound was produced as though they were
mute. Every ounce of energy was expended with violent contractions and jerking
hips and bottoms.
They comforted each other with soft strokes. Little Louise felt wonderful
smashed between the giant's muscular thighs and soft breasts. When they all
regained their composure they rose and Chloe began to speak. "Listen carefully
dear, we have a job to do. All runaways are spanked back to the Castle, nothing
personal, it's only business."
"It's the law,” Annie said removing her paddle from its holster and pressing the
smooth hard blade against the Princesses bottom and gently lifted the soft round
cheeks.
"The faster You run, the fewer times the paddle will catch Your rump. But if
You stumble and if You fall, we will not stop. We're very good at our job. Even
if You run very fast, You'll be blistered for a week.”
"If it were our decision," Annie added, "we would take You back to our bed
for more pleasant activities and keep You there forever.”
The Princess recognized their strength and knew it would be the longest
hardest spanking of Her life. But the Amazons were good kind people, just doing
their job. She understood and accepted Her sentence.
She raised up on Her toes and kissed their sugary mouths. Her tongue played
and She nibbled their lips with Her sparkling white teeth. "I'll pretend the
paddles are your lips on My bottom," She said, "please kiss Me softly.” Then
She quickly turned and bolted covering twenty meters before the Amazons could
move into action.
The Amazons caught Her easily but stayed behind for another twenty meters
enjoying the sight of Her little heart-shaped posterior bouncing with each long
stride. Then their arms moved together in a wide high arc and the paddles
cracked against Her bottom lifting Louise fully off of the ground. She let out a
scream that rang throughout the forest and carried all the way back to the
Castle.
Queen Jacqueline was reclining in her bed waiting for a signal, and when the
scream echoed through the night air, a wide smile spread over her face. " Yes my
Pretty, the Amazons are very good at their job. Soon You'll be home You naughty
Girl," she thought. Her hand dropped between her legs and for the second time
that day she came with her eyes closed, dreaming about Louise squatting over her
face.
"If You only knew,” she thought. Her love for the Princess had grown from an
infatuation to an obsession. "I'd share my kingdom with You. I'd wait on You
like a slave. I'd even offer my buttocks to Your whip. Hurry home to make Your
decision darling.”
"OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWW," Louise cried as the paddles kept up a steady beat.
She wished with all Her might that Her hands were free to Her rub the sting away
from Her swollen bottom. She moved Her head from Annie to Chloe, "Their not even
sweating," She thought. Her curly hair was matted to Her head and rivers of
sweat ran down from Her neck to bounce off Her nipples. Her bottom ached like
never before. And yet the swollen bud between Her legs continued to moan with
pleasure, She had become captivated to this life of sumptuous discipline.
Someday She would be a Queen with an Empire and servants to care for Her and
naughty slaves with pretty bottoms to spank. And She would punish them and
expect them to beg to kiss Her feet. It was a wonderful life!
She saw the lights from the Castle flicker through the dense trees and She
thought about being back in captivity for the first time that night. Her months
in slavery had been an odd mixture of pain and pleasure. She found the Queen
beautiful and tempting and often came close to surrendering, but something in
Her spirit wouldn't allow the groveling servitude She witnessed in other slaves.
As the cruelty increased Her will seemed to soar in complete defiance of the
Queen.
She served at all the gala parties thrown in the Castle. The drunken Lords
and Ladies abused Her with slaps to the buttocks and humiliated Her with probing
hands that violated Her most intimate areas. And when She thought She could
stand no more, the Queen would intensify the degradation.
"You're such a lazy spoiled Brat," She'd scold. The Queen had a small
platform erected in the center of the banquet hall and she'd pull Louise up its
stairs by the ear and throw Her over her lap. Her hand would slap hard at the
tender inner thighs of the Princess till Her legs were spread wide open in a
most unladylike fashion. The guests would leer at Her private parts and shout
demands.
"Give Her a good spanking.”
"Nonsense, a stout paddle will bring the best out of Her.”
The Ladies were always the fiercest. "Stripe Her with a cane or a whippy
birch, then let us ride Her pretty face.”
No matter what implement was chosen it was always a long painful discipline.
But Louise found it strangely exciting and couldn't control the fire in Her
groin. When Her bottom was red and scalded the Queen's hand would probe between
Her legs till Her thighs were wet and shining. Then the Ladies would offer a
penny or two to kneel between Her legs and suck Her till She quivered and
trembled and shuddered to the applause of the guests. Queen Jacqueline always
stood at Her side for just the exact moment. And when She was ready to burst
the Queen would pull Her back from the eager mouths. "Pleasures like that are
only for very good Girls," She would say. Poor Louise would let out a
frustrating scream while Her passions died. It was divine degrading treatment
and even now Louise felt Her nipples harden at the very thought of the Queen's
cruelty. They past a campfire where three soldiers rested with slave boys
straddling their legs, bobbing up and down firmly skewered on stiff cocks. Looks
of joy covered the faces. "There are benefits to being a well-behaved slave,"
She thought. Only a quarter mile remained before She would be back in captivity
and She could see the courtyard fire burning brightly.
"Let the Queen know you're coming home" Annie said, and delivered a loud
SWAT full across both cheeks. OWWWW! Chloe added two more. OWWWW! OWWWW! The
Amazons intensified the speed and the force of the SWATS over the final 100
meters. The last clap was just like the first, both blades caught Her tiny
buttocks at the same time and She was again lifted off the ground. She stumbled
and fell at the feet of Her Queen.
Her bottom lip was quivering and thick tears rolling down the cheeks of Her
beautiful face.
Queen Jacqueline stood above Her wearing only high leather boots. Louise let
Her eyes drift up to the white satiny thighs and the shaven V between her legs.
Then higher to nipples longer and pinker than She had ever seen, nipples that
Her lips begged for. Her long black hair cascaded around her beautiful face that
glowed in the firelight.
"Welcome home Pretty, I've missed You terribly. Shall I have some slave
girl's bathe You in perfumed water and rub away the sting from Your buttocks? Or
would You prefer the blacksmith to lock You in the stocks and brand Your
impudent naughty Behind. The decision is Yours my Sweet, make it quickly.”
Louise's eyes darted from the Queen to the fire. A huge swarthy blacksmith
stood holding two glowing red branding irons; an L and a J. She looked back at
the Queen's smiling red lips and sparkling white teeth. Her eyes feasted on her
round breasts and tasty nipples, then lowered again to the sparkling V.
The Princess looked one more time at the evil Blacksmith and the glowing
irons. "I may be willful, stubborn, and naughty," She said to Herself. "And
disobedient and spoiled. But I'm not stupid!”
She rose to Her knees with Her face only inches from Jacqueline and breathed
in deeply through Her nose pulling in the heady pungent scent of the Queen that
made Her head spin like a glass of potent wine. Her cheeks rubbed against the
Queen's satin thighs. She took the full wet flesh into Her mouth. Her salty
tears and sweat mixed with the Queen's thick syrup on Her tongue becoming a new
powerfully distilled lubricant. Jacqueline's scent and taste sent shivers
through Louise.
The Queen reached down and untied Her hands and Louise immediately cupped
Her little bottom. But instead of rubbing away the sting She just delighted to
the fire in the scalded swollen cheeks and the way it was spreading through Her
whole body. She raised each breast in offering to the Queen, who nodded in
acceptance. When Louise moved Her hands to Her nipples She found they were
longer and thicker than they'd ever been before, engorged with blood and sweetly
sore. She pinched them hard and a wave of electricity shot through Her groin
causing Her clit to vibrate and Her anus to pucker and contract.
"Why have I resisted this sweet submissive," Louise questioned. Her hands
dropped between Her legs and Her fingers traced small circles that mimicked Her
tongue. Louise would make sure they shared this glorious first release together.
"Good Girl," Jacqueline said, as she felt the first long lick of the slave's
tongue. "Oh You're such a good Girl.”
Mistress Louise awoke with a startle. Her head ached. The satin sheets on
Her bed were soaked with perspiration. Her nipples were sore and stiff, and She
was painfully aware of how wet Her thighs were.
She quickly glanced to the corner of the room where the kitten Jacqueline
always slept. Her rhinestone collar was chained to the wall and her wrists were
pulled back between her legs and laced to her ankles. Nothing had changed,
except the angry red hand prints on her plump little buttocks had faded with the
night.
Louise walked to the bathroom and washed Her face for a long time, then
faced the stern critic in the mirror. The face that peered back at Her was cold
and scolding. "Louise, these nightmares have got to stop. One more four
Martini night and I'll see that You're taken to Public Square for a
bare-bottomed spanking.”
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