Babala's Correction Read Free Page B

laid that the ill-treated silk skirt fell in shreds about the woman’s tawny hips, leaving the taut hillocks of her bottom bare for all to see, and a glowing red welt crossing the mounds from the upper hip to the lower swell of her buttocks. Capel sank down upon his knees and lifted his tunic, thrusting his groin toward the Lady Fazath’s face in a lewd fashion.
    â€˜Hateful creature,’ grunted her ladyship. ‘Filthy man.’
    But for all her protestations Babala could not help noticing that the Lady Fazath’s eyes were riveted, for many moments, upon the dark bloated shaft which speared up from Capel’s crisply curled groin. Babala frowned, trying to interpret the strange expression. Could her ladyship’s tastes be not all that they seemed?
    But then madam again lowered her eyes, diverting them from Capel’s hugeness. ‘You are a man,’ she rasped. ‘I have naught to do with men.’
    â€˜So I hear,’ Capel goaded, smoothing a huge hand over madam’s pouting buttocks, paying particular attention to the scarlet welt which stood proud across the paler mounds. ‘Which makes it all the more interesting for me, your ladyship.’ He let a thick finger trail lightly in the crevice between the taut buttocks and grinned when he felt the quiver of flesh under his touch.
    Babala closed her eyes, not wishing to see the Lady Fazath humiliated further, knowing as she did how she protested against their coarseness. Then a scream began low in her throat as she felt herself lifted high in the air and the sensation of hair against her back. Fearfully, she allowed her lashes to flutter open, and was slung above the ground about the thick neck of the man called Graf. Although she could not see exactly how open and vulnerable her cunny was, she could feel the bough pressing into the tender skin of the inner side of her knees, spreading her open, and her body flushed at the humiliation of being laid so bare in front of these strangers.
    â€˜I can see the flesh glistening and droplets coating her open gully,’ said a timid young man’s voice. It was the lad, Peli.
    The man who held Babala about his neck chuckled. ‘The gully is her opening, my lad. Some call it a quim, others call it a cunt. The droplets are to ease the entrance of a good stiff cock.’
    Babala tried to squirm in her humiliation, but Graf held her still, making a sign with his fingers that Peli should touch her sex. Turning her head painfully she saw the sign and it made her blush more deeply. This was so different from the only other time a man used her body - the Taskmaster. He was so gentle, making sure she was ready, massaging balm about her cunny that made her nubbin spring to stiff and swollen erection. She remembered how pleased the Taskmaster was at this, how he complimented her and told her that the Prince would delight in her.
    â€˜Come along, lad,’ Graf’s voice interrupted her thoughts. ‘The rest of us are waiting to take our turn. Touch her. Dip your fingers into her wetness. Touch her clitty until you bring her to a satisfying come.’ He chuckled and held Babala round his neck with one hand, while the other circled his stiffened cock. ‘I doubt you will be able to contain your spunk once you do that.’
    â€˜Why don’t we go to the caves and get out of this rain?’ said Bart testily. ‘They’re not far from here, and we can use the females at our leisure. Then we can be on our way back to the castle.’
    â€˜A good idea,’ said Graf, already starting down the path. ‘You can feel her to your heart’s content there, lad.’
    Babala could see Peli’s disappointed face as he followed the older man down the path.
    â€˜You’ll hang for this!’ shrieked the Lady Fazath. Naked, she was slung about Capel’s neck, her wrists and ankles bound like Babala’s.
    â€˜And you will not?’ said Capel, a chuckle