A Tale of Two Kingdoms

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Back in Blackthorn, the royal castle of Parvania, Yolande’s twin sister Thalyssa laughed as Gudrun pulled the boy round the room on his hands and knees. They had stripped him naked and used his leather belt as a combination of collar and leash, looping it round his neck. Gudrun kept tugging on the belt, making him crawl faster and faster. At last the boy sprawled full length on the floor, gasping for air.

Thalyssa picked up the thin, whippy cane, which was one of her favourite implements. “Bend over, boy,” she said. “You deserve to be punished.”

“No, please,” the boy whimpered. Thalyssa found that when they pleaded and begged, it aroused her more. She could feel a tingling in her cunt.

“Hold him,” Thalyssa said to Gudrun. Both of them were strong girls; the poor boy was no match for them. In a moment Gudrun had thrown him over the arm of the couch and pinned him down, with his bottom upraised. Thalyssa raised her cane and brought it down with a sharp crack right across the centre of his rump. A red welt appeared, livid against the white skin. Now that she had a target, Thalyssa plied the cane with vigour. The boy yelled and kicked his legs, but he could not evade the slashing cane, which rained down blows until his behind was criss-crossed with bright red marks.

Thalyssa had been in a good mood all morning, ever since the messenger had arrived with the news that her sister, Yolande, had been kidnapped by Prince Igor. At first, her mother, the queen, had had hysterics as usual, lying on the floor screaming, tearing out her hair. Thalyssa found such displays of emotion irritating. When the queen had calmed down, Thalyssa asked the messenger how much the ransom would be. She thought it best to set a limit of how much they would be willing to pay. Not very much, if she had her choice. But the messenger had replied that Prince Igor did not want money. He intended to marry the girl, once she had agreed. The queen started her hysterics again, but Thalyssa began to see possibilities. She calculated one of two things could happen. Either Igor forced her sister to marry him and she would eventually become his queen, and thus be permanently removed from the kingdom of her birth. Alternately, some harm would come to Yolande. Either way, Thalyssa’s route to the succession would be cleared. She was the younger of the two twins by half an hour, so Yolande had been pronounced heir. But with only her mother in the way, Thalyssa was confident that her dream of becoming queen might at last be realised, and quickly. Not that her mother was old or infirm, but accidents did happen.

Thalyssa paused in beating the boy, breathing hard from her exertion. “Here,” she said to Gudrun, “you have a go.”

“Are you going to hold him for me?”

“No. Hold him with one hand and beat him with the other.”

Gudrun took the belt off the boy’s neck and used it to bind his arms behind his back. She sat down on a chair, dragging the boy across her lap, easily holding him down with one hand. She raised the cane in her other hand and brought it down as hard as she could. The boy let out a cry of pain. His bottom was turning from red to purple now. His bruises would be severe.

“Don’t kill him,” Thalyssa said. “He hasn’t f****d me yet.”

“If he dies, I’ll f**k you all you want, dear,” Gudrun said. There was a strap-on wooden c**k in the cupboard.

“I’m in the mood for real c**k today,” Thalyssa said. “In my ass. Maybe with your strap-on in my cunt too.”

“Greedy,” said Gudrun, continuing to ply the cane. The boy had gone silent. She checked to see he hadn’t fainted. She set down the cane for a while, licked her finger and pushed it straight into his ass. “Wake up, you little slut,” she said. “The princess wants to use you.”

She took her finger out of his ass and turned him over. His c**k was thick, but not hard. She grasped it and began to masturbate him, one hand working his c**k while the other squeezed his balls. Soon his c**k was erect.

“He’s ready,” Gudrun said. “How are you going to do it?”

“I’ll get on top,” Thalyssa said. She usually preferred that position, because she could rub her clit while she f****d. She lowered herself onto the boy, impaling herself on his c**k. It was a good size; that was why he’d been chosen. She began to rock to and fro. Gudrun watched, enjoying the sight of the boy’s c**k going in and out of Thalyssa.

“Get your strap-on,” Thalyssa said to her. Gudrun fetched it from the cupboard and buckled on the leather straps, adjusting them so that the base of the wooden dildo rested nicely on her mons veneris. It stuck straight out in front, not as long as some c***s but thick. Thalyssa was not so bothered about length in a c**k, but she did like girth. “I like to feel it nice and tight,” she would say. “If anything, just a bit too tight.”

Thalyssa had said she wanted the boy in her ass, so Gudrun got some oil and began to lubricate her mistress’s ass. It was a well-used asshole; Gudrun often thought Thalyssa would rather have something in her ass than in her cunt; Gudrun had fisted her there once or twice. Soon Thalyssa was lubricated, her ass nice and slick. She got off the boy. “Lie here,” she said to Gudrun, “on your back.”

She climbed onto Gudrun and lowered herself again, the wooden c**k sliding into her cunt, so wet now. Then Thalyssa leaned right forward, so that her breasts were pressing up against Gudrun’s. “Now, boy,” Thalyssa said. “Stick it in my ass.”

The boy pressed his c**k gingerly to her asshole. He didn’t want to hurt her ; he had heard what Thalyssa could do to anyone who displeased her. Gradually he pressed harder and it began to go in, an inch at a time. Thalyssa grunted as the boy finally pushed his entire c**k into her.

“Good, now f**k,” Thalyssa ordered him. She liked to give orders during s*x. “Slow at first, then faster and harder.” At the same time she moved on the wooden dildo in her cunt, grinding her clit against it. She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her, a kind of shaking and rumbling which then burst forth. Thalyssa cried out as the spasms gripped her. Her body was shaking so much that the boy’s c**k slipped out, but she did not notice until she had calmed down.

“Did I tell you to pull out, boy?” she said.

“No, my lady, but you were thrashing about and I couldn’t keep it in.”

“Get him hard again,” Thalyssa said to Gudrun. “I want him to come in my ass.”

Gudrun was practised at getting men ready for s*x with her mistress. That the boy’s c**k had not been cleaned after emerging from Thalyssa’s asshole was not a matter to be dwelt on. She had done worse things, and doubtless would again. After five minutes the boy was up to the task. Gudrun put him in position, making him kneel behind Thalyssa, who pressed her face into the bed covers, arched her back and offered her ass to be mounted. Gudrun guided the boy’s c**k back in. She made sure that he maintained the necessary rigidity by pushing her finger into his ass and stimulating him around his prostate, a trick she had been taught by a courtesan who had initiated her sexually in a threesome with an elderly baron who had been slow to rise to the occasion.

Once the boy’s c**k was securely inside Thalyssa’s ass, Gudrun watched, fingering herself. It was usual that she had to take care of her own needs during these sessions. Thalyssa was not only a princess, used to having her way without a thought for those who did things for her. Gudrun was also the junior partner in the relationship, and after Thalyssa had finally achieved all the orgasms she wanted, Gudrun was often left to fend for herself.

She couldn’t complain. Technically, she was a slave-girl, a present to Thalyssa from one of the kingdom’s minor nobility who had been anxious to curry favour. From the start, Thalyssa had taken a liking to her. Gudrun was pretty, a girl from the far north, tall, blonde, with blue eyes. And Thalyssa soon discovered that Gudrun liked s*x, almost as much as she did. Sometimes, it was true, Thalyssa (although an unprincipled slut, a girl of sharp intelligence) suspected that some of Gudrun’s enthusiasm for bedroom romps might have been assumed in order to please her mistress, but enough of it was genuine to make Gudrun a willing and very useful partner. Thalyssa marginally preferred s*x with men, but was never loathe to engage with a pretty girl, and both men and women were attracted to Gudrun, and therefore rarely loathe to join both the girls in bed.

Gudrun herself preferred girls, though was not indifferent to the appeal of a nice c**k, and so she had willingly been co-opted into Thalyssa’s activities. She also had a penchant for watching, a pronounced voyeuristic streak, so that on the occasions when the stamina of Thalyssa outdid her own, she was happy just lying back and enjoying the spectacle of her mistress in full flow.

Gudrun also nursed a secret longing for Thalyssa’s sister, Yolande, but she knew it would never be fulfilled, for Yolande was the opposite of her mistress in every way, except her looks. One sister was a wanton, a depraved libertine whose waking days were filled with flirting, scheming to get some new prospect into her bed, or vigorous s****l activity with those she had already initiated into her circle of lovers. Thalyssa not only liked s*x; she liked variety, and so her time was in part spent on a ceaseless search for new partners. Yolande, on the other hand, was a saint, who days were spent in military training and whose nights passed in innocent, dreamless sleep. Or so everyone believed. She was known generally as the iron virgin. Thalyssa was known simply as the slut.

Thalyssa had made Gudrun privy to her thoughts about her sister’s capture; it never occurred to her to dissemble in front of a slave girl. Gudrun was willing to help in any way she could. If her mistress became queen, that must surely rebound to her advantage. At the moment, however, there seemed nothing that Gudrun could usefully contribute, and so she simply acted as a sounding board for Thalyssa’s thoughts.