Part Three: An Open Buffet We mingled near the buffet for a while. Arshan picked at
bits of bread and fruit. Occaisionally he would drop
something into my mouth as he made his point or changed the
tide of a conversation. When he wanted me shut up,
basically. My thighs were still humming with the energy
Gallen had built up, though. It made me quieter than usual,
as all I could think about was Arshan's penis, which I had
held in my mouth not so long ago. From time to time, as we
circulated though the crowd, I met the eyes of guests,
willing them to touch me. *Look at me, how can you resist
me? My breasts bared for you, my hands tied, the gaping rent
exposing my mound, how can you not bring your hands to me?*
But they only touched with their eyes, some with curiosity
("Wish I'd seen that scene") or disdain. Very few were
masked like us, I realized. Perhaps we were outdated.
Finally, bored, I began nuzzling Arshan's shoulder. I rubbed
my breasts against the woven fabric of the short cape,
feeling the nipples contract to become rock hard. "I think the Mergali Conflict will resolve itself," he was
saying to a man I didn't know, who also had a slave on a
leash. The slave, a male, was wearing nothing at all, and
posed and pranced after his master like a show horse would.
Arshan held me still with his gaze. "Haven't you had enough?
No favors for you until I'm finished eating." The other man chuckled. "Poor thing, she looks like the
hungry one." I tried to rub my head on Arshan's chest, but he backed up
a bit. I lowered my head, then, and went for the man,
pressing my chest against his side and beggin silently with
my eyes. "Oho! Arshan, I do believe you have been depriving
the girl." "Ah, she gets like this sometimes, uncontrollable. But she
hasn't deserved me yet. What shall I do?" The man stroked his moustache. "Slave," he said to his own
slave, "Kneel." The slave obeyed. To Arshan, as his eyes
examined me still pressing against him. "I believe we might
have some amusement?" "By all means." Arshan handed the leash to the man, who held me from behind
by my shoulders. He untied my hands as he moved me forward,
until I was less than an inch from his kneeling slave's face.
The slave licked my stomach. "Lie down," he said, pushing me
down as he said it. He held my wrists fast above my head,
and called for two other men to hold my ankles. Two other
guests gladly did, spreading my legs in front of the slave.
"Now slave," he said, speaking to his own, "follow my
instructions very carefully." "First, run the back of your fingers up the inside of her
legs, but stop about half way up the thigh. Good. Again.
Keep that up. Now move forward on your knees, run your hands
up her stomach, cup her breasts, now take each nipple into
your teeth, the right one first." I twisted as he bit, not hard enough to draw blood but
enough to send goosebumps down my whole right side. I moaned
when he took the left. "Now pinch them both with your fingers, keep your thumbs
over the tips of the nipples, rub as you would a lucky coin.
Ah, she's moving now. Fetch a bucket of ice from the table.
Good. Now take one cube in either hand, and hold it against
her breasts. Rub. Good. Now with the ice, down the center
of her sternum, down to the bellybutton, slowly now, slowly
down the center of her abdomen, stop. Leave the ice there." I felt the cold water melting down over my pubic hair. "Now take some ice cubes in your mouth. With a cube in
your right hand, slowly draw a line from the floor, up past
her anus (I shivered again) up to her vagina, stop. Can you
push it in? It has melted already? Get another, now up, up,
press it to her clitoris, slave. Do not rub, simply press." I gasped. The rubbing Gallen had given me seemed to flood
back into me, I felt the labia swelling and my clit begin to
throb under the ice. "Now, keeping the ice in your mouth, extend your tongue,
touch her clitoris." The rough surface of the tongue, but as cold as ice, made
me jump. The slave began a circular motion with the tongue,
then switched to a straightforward lapping. I couldn't stop
moving my hips. I tried to pull my legs free--I wanted to
wrap them around his head and keep his icy tongue there
forever, but the men held me fast. I began moaning. "Now slave, please immerse your penis in the ice. After
this." He pulled a cock ring from the pocket of his brocaded
jacket. The slave had trouble at first, but finally
succeeded in putting it in place. Good. I wanted him long
and hard and inside me. Even if it would be ice cold. The long frozen shaft penetrated my throbbing cunt one
millimeter at a time. I moaned trying to move up further on
his pole, but he kept the distance where he, or rather, his
master, wanted it. When he was all the way in, they held
more ice to my nipples, and then he pulled just as slowly
out, and iced his cock some more. Then he came back in,
slowly, and out. More ice. Then slowly in... I thought I
would go insane. He tickled my clit with the icy tip then
and a spasm ran up my spine. So close! Then he plunged into
me, and began grinding in a wide circle. I moaned loudly,
but kept my eyes on the man holding my wrists. After all, it
was really him fucking me, through his slave. I imagined it
was Arshan inside me then and I gasped, the slave began
pumping in and out of me so fast I was just beginning to
wonder how long he could keep that up when I came and came
and came. One leg came free as I spasmed and the they all
let go and I clung to the slave with all my limbs, holding
him deep inside me. I rolled him over onto his back, and sat
up, riding him. I threw my head back and began rocking,
pushing immediately for that second explosive orgasm I knew I
could have. It blossomed quickly, the energy traveling out
my limbs and up through the top of my head as I cried out. I slumped forward and Arshan lifted me off the slave's
still stiff penis. There were people applauding politely, I
think. He bound my hands in front of me then, and let me
lean, eyes closed against him, covering my shoulder with the
corner of his cape. "There now, much more docile, you see." "So I do see," the man was saying. Then to his slave,
"Well done." He removed the cock ring. "He has been
instructed not to have an orgasm or ejaculate until I say he
may," he explained. "I am pleased." We moved off into the crowd then. *Thank you,* I thought
dreamily. *You're welcome. But you're not done yet, are you?* I sent him the image in my mind of his penis probing the
very dark corners of my soul, of the fire spreading up my
limbs and back through him with a kiss, building and
spreading through every pore in both our bodies. *In time,*
he replied. *But I think I am going to let one more scene
pass.* He rarely gave me hints about what he was planning, unless
that was a part of it all. *Yes, I think I'll trade you for someone else for a while.* *What?* *Trade you.* *Arshan, I don't like the sound of that.* *You can tell me to stop anytime. We'll go home.* I bit my lip. *Not yet. Not yet.*
