One evening Princess Idressa lay face down on her bed, completely nude. Lady Illaina had just left, a famous diplomat who was rumoured to also be a spy and occasional assassin. Illaina had spent her life in manipulations to gain power, and power and exercising it excited her in a number of ways. This suited the Princess perfectly, and Illaina usually chose her when she visited the brothel.
Her latest visit had left Idressa with a dozen red welts across her pale buttocks. She lay there, enjoying feeling them. As she focused on the throbbing lines of fire, she felt herself becoming wetter and wetter. Unable to lie still any longer, she wriggled, and each movement sent a shot of mingled pain and pleasure through her, which only made her wriggle harder.
Finally, she was unable to restrain herself any longer. She turned her head to look across her room for a sex toy. Spotting one on the floor, she reached for it. She brought the polished wooden shaft to her lips (an unnecessary gesture, as she could feel a large damp spot spreading across her blankets under her hips, but it was a habit). As she licked it sensuously, she noticed that it wasn’t one of her dildos. Nor, as far as she could recall, was on one of the house’s collection, or one belonging to one of her fellow whores.
She realised there was only one conclusion – this particular toy must have fallen out of Illaina’s bag – in fact, she remembered her lover kicking it over as she convulsed during a particularly intense orgasm. So, the reasonable thing to do was to put it somewhere safe, and look after it until Illaina next came in so she could return it. It would certainly be wrong to use it herself.
On the other hand, she was really horny.
She slowly slid the toy down her body. It was wrong, but she could get someone to punish her later – and that thought was only more encouragement. As she slid the toy into her pussy, still sore from the abuse Illaina had inflicted on it, she let out a moan of ecstasy.
She shifted to sit on the edge of her bed, so she could thrust the dildo into her harder and faster. She whimpered as her butt rubbed against the sheets, sending another jolt of pain through her.
That was almost all she needed. A few more thrusts, and she cried out in delight as she came. As she slumped back against the sheets, enjoying the glow of pleasure in her pussy and the glow of pain in her ass, she heard something fall to the floor. Curiosity overcoming her bliss, she looked up.
The end of the dildo had fallen off, no doubt shaken loose by her frantic fucking. Inside, the dildo was hollow, and contained a scroll. An ingenious hiding place. Curiosity overcoming her good sense, she unrolled the scroll and began to read. |