Chapter 3

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 fucked me yet.”

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

“I’m in the mood for real cock 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 cock was thick, but not hard. She grasped it and began to masturbate him, one hand working his cock while the other squeezed his balls. Soon his cock 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 fucked. She lowered herself onto the boy, impaling herself on his cock. 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 cock 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 cocks but thick. Thalyssa was not so bothered about length in a cock, 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.”