The King's Tempory Slave

Chapter 2. My first encounter with the strap

"If this is a slave's life, give me more of it," I thought to myself as I reclined in the first class seat for the flight to Riyadh. Previously my flights had all been economy class with limited space. Sapphire must have read my thoughts for she leaned over and murmured, "Make the most of it, the next part is on one of our own aircraft and you will start your life as a slave." On this flight the king had bought the whole of the first class cabin for our sole use and he expected and received exemplary service for all his retinue and that included me! On arrival at Riyadh, the king was greeted with hugs by some dignitary and they conversed in a language I couldn't understand but shortly after we were shown into the VIP lounge for the short wait while our aircraft was readied for take off.

This one was much smaller but still luxuriously appointed. I settled back in a comfortable seat expecting once again to be waited on hand and foot and so I was until the 'fasten seats belts' sign went off. Sapphire nudged me to indicate the king was signalling for me to attend him. "Pay attention slave," he reprimanded me. I apologised but he ignored it an went on, "Kneel, get you head under my robe and your mouth working on my prick." To say that I was horrified would be a gross understatement but the words were loud enough for the whole cabin to hear. I hesitated and I'm sure my mouth was open as I looked around hoping for some help or sign from the others that I wouldn't have to go through with it. There was none, A few had bemused smiles on their faces presumably at the thought of an English girl being publicly humiliated. Then a more kindly voice from the wife of the trade minister said, "Do it dear. It will only get worse if you don't."

"Correct," said King Joshua very curtly. He no longer seemed the friend I knew at the embassy. "Your tardiness earlier and now your refusal to obey me immediately has already earned you your first acquaintance with the strap. Continue in this way, and you'll get to know the bite of the cane very early on in your slave term." With tears in my eyes I knelt and lifted his robe. His prick was half-hard and although I wasn't averse to sucking it, I didn't expect to do it in front of the other men and their wives. "This perhaps is one of the advantages of being a slave," I thought, "Everyone knows that I have to do it." As soon as I started sucking he flipped his robe back over my head and I was left to perform in semi-darkness.

I'd only been sucking a minute or two when vaguely I heard one of the men ask, "May I?"

The king replied, "Of course Mustafa, indeed you may. It's time she got used to her station in life." Hands gripped my waist and hauled them up until I was kneeling with my bottom raised. Cool air wafted across my bottom when my skirt was lifted up and my knickers lowered and taken off. "Look after these Sapphire," a voice I presumed was Mustafa said, "She won't need them until she returns home."

"Oh what a lovely white arse," a women exclaimed, "I bet it won't be quite as white tonight though." She laughed and others joined in. The embarrassment was almost more than I could take and had not the king kept his hands around the back of my robe-covered head, I might have pulled away. That act would probably have led to further punishment but I did stop sucking for a short while when I felt a prick entering my cunt from the rear. There was no foreplay, just a hard thrust in as far as he could go and then he humped away hard and fast. All the time he was encouraged by remarks from the audience, especially it seemed from the women. A jerk to the back of my head reminded me I was supposed to be sucking. I'd never had two men at one time before so it was a first for me. I debated who would come first guessed correctly it would be the man in my cunt. He withdrew and another took his place.

"You'd better make sure you have enough left in you to perform for me tonight otherwise I shall have to ask for that American slave Bruce to satisfy me," a woman's voice remarked loudly again to much laughter and comments from the others.

Another nudge to the back of my head and I thought I'd better work harder on the king's prick but it was difficult while being pounded at the other end. Nevertheless I sucked harder and eventually took the royal sperm in my mouth. My head wasn't released though but I knew enough about men not to suck too hard immediately after a climax. The man in my cunt was working me up to a climax too and I felt a shudder go through my body as my orgasm overtook me. Normally I would have cried out, but with a prick in my mouth, that was impractical.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong," I heard the jingle for the seat belts sign and wondered if I would be released to sit down. I heard the stewardess politely ask the man fucking me to return to his seat. "Give me half a minute," he answered. That was all it took for him to spurt and withdraw. The king released me too and I went back to my seat blushing furiously at the looks and remarks given to me by my fellow passengers. But I was no longer their equal. I was only a lowly slave.

The king turned to me, "You have a lot of training to do to be a half decent slave Carol. That was a pretty poor performance." Then to Sapphire he went on, "Get Willy to give her a dozen good ones when she has settled in. I'll see her afterwards."

"I said her white bum would be a different colour later," the women who made the earlier remark commented to no one in particular.

"I wasn't even supposed to start my slavery until I set foot on Zamarabean soil. That's what the contract said," I wailed to Sapphire.

"I know," she said quietly, "I guess his majesty took that figuratively. The aircraft is Zamarabean, you're standing on his property."

"I hope he doesn't take the rest of the contract figuratively." I sniffled quietly but I think he may have heard me.

The king and his followers left the aircraft and were given the red carpet treatment. It was now well after midnight local time as they are four hours ahead of London. Sapphire bade me stay and waited with me until the arrival ceremony was over. "I'm sorry," she said, "I did try and warn you. Now you have no choice but to stay and take whatever comes. Willy, he's the chief eunuch of the harem, will not be soft on you because you're new. To him you will be just another arse he has to punish. At least you get free time. Most slaves never get any time off from being a slave. I guess you've never been spanked before?"

A car met us at the airport and drove us to the palace. I didn't get much of a look at the outside before Sapphire led me through several dimly lit courtyards and into the main building. It was very quiet. "Take off your shoes," Sapphire whispered, "Shoes are not worn in the palace." We both carried our shoes along carpeted passageways until we came to a dormitory lit by low level lights. I could see rows of mattresses on the floor. Quite a few were empty but others had naked girls sleeping under thin sheet covers. Mainly it was one girl to a mattress but a several lay cuddled together in a close sapphic embrace. We must have woken one girl for she cried out, "Sapphire's back." Immediately others roused themselves and greeted her.

"Ssshh. Quiet girls," Sapphire hushed the girls, "I may as well introduce Carol to you now. She's from London and is here as a harem slave for two months. She's a writer and will be allowed time each day when, within the confines of the palace, she is a free woman." There were some murmurs at this but nothing was said loud enough for me to hear. She took me to an empty bed and told me to take off my clothing and place it by the bed. "It will be taken away for cleaning and returned to you when you leave," I was informed. All eyes were on me as I undressed. I knew they were evaluating my charms just as I was having a good look at theirs at every opportunity. Sapphire left and I noticed a huge black man wearing only a loincloth, enter and stand by the doorway. The room went silent but the girls remained sitting cross-legged on their beds completely unconcerned about this man seeing their nudity. The man never spoke. "Is this the man who was to strap my arse," I wondered, "I hope not. His muscles look huge."

Sapphire returned some five minutes later wearing a blue silk wrap-around robe of a lace material through which I could easily distinguish the outline of her dark aureoles and nipples even in the dim light. Around her waist was a gold sash. "Are you a slave too?" I asked.

"Yes, but I am also his majesty's personal assistant too and the gold belt denotes my rank as head of the harem girls. I see Willy has joined us so we'd better introduce you." We walked to the doorway, "Willy this is Carol. She will be here for two months only."

Willy just nodded. I muttered, "Pleased to meet you," and put out my hand but he didn't take it. "Suzie," Sapphire called out and a girl came forward, "Show Carol how to greet a person of higher rank when they are introduced and when they have to thank them for performing a service." Suzie knelt at Willy's feet and bowed her head to the floor three times and kissed the top of each foot. "Once more please Suzie, I want to make sure Carol knows exactly what to do. As you know, failure to do it properly can be painful. This is all very new to her and I'm sure you can all remember your bewildering first days here." I seemed to do it satisfactorily when my turn came. So far Willy had not spoken. I found out shortly that not only was he castrated he was mute as well and communicated by signals and writing.

"Girls, Carol has to become further acquainted with Willy before she goes to bed. She failed to perform adequately for his majesty while on the plane and has been awarded a twelve-stroke strapping. I'm sorry to disturb your sleep but those of you who wish to watch may do so." She whispered to me, as I was about to plead, "Don't even think about making a fuss or begging. Twelve will be bad enough for your first time but Willy could easily double it."

Fortunately I heeded her advice but tears were streaming down my face and I sobbed quietly as we went into an adjoining small room where, in the centre of the floor was what I knew was a whipping bench although I'd never seen one before. Shaking and crying unashamedly. I was helped to lie along its length and I felt straps fastening me down. Through the tears I saw most of the girls had gathered round. None were smiling; most seemed to me to look sympathetic but helpless to do anything about it.

The first stroke his my arse like a crack of thunder and my scream would have ensured half the palace as awake. The pain was nothing like I have imagined in my wildest dreams. The pause seemed interminable but I later learned it was only for a count of twenty. Another rifle report and I bucked for the small amount allowed by the restraints. My screams resounded off the walls. So it went on. By eight I felt I couldn't possibly take any more. My voice was hoarse, the pad under my head was soaked and I prayed I would pass out. Finally though it came to an end. Vaguely I remembered the straps being unfastened and a tissue being given to me. Willy stood in front of me as if waiting. "Thank him like you been shown," a girl said. It took a few seconds before I recorded what she meant and when I started to kneel the floor seemed to quickly come up to meet me and I ended up in an untidy heap of legs and arms. Soft hands sorted them into the required kneeling position. I finally remembered the drill and touched my head to the floor three times and kissed each of Willy's feet.

Sapphire took me to the shower and came in with me. "Can't you give me something for the pain?" I asked, "Its too horrendous to move."

"Sorry Carol. It was meant as a punishment and you have to endure it. The pool may ease it a bit later but for now, the pain is for a purpose. To make you do better next time."

"I want to go home!" I cried knowing that was not possible. Sapphire ignored it. She dried me and dressed herself. "We have to show the king. I hope he is awake otherwise it will mean waiting outside his door until morning." The pain of walking was excruciating but somehow I managed the long walk and the climbing of stairs.

The royal apartments were sumptuous but I hardly saw them. Sapphire tapped at a door and a maid opened it. "King Joshua wished to see slave Carol's punishment. Is he still awake?" Thankfully he was and the maid let us in to the bedroom where he was engaged in fucking a young girl who I guessed was a slave. She was writhing and thrusting back at him hard and I guessed he must have thought my performance in the embassy rather poor by comparison. We waited until he'd finished and withdrew.

"Let's see if your spanking has improved your sucking Carol," the king stated as he held his deflating prick towards me. Sapphire gave me a little unobtrusive nudge. My mind abhorred the task but I now knew better than to refuse. I tried to appear enthusiastic but with every movement painful and tears flowing I'm sure that I didn't do too well. Fortunately he seemed to accept what I did without complaint. He made me turn round so he could feel my arse. "I hope you learned something from that Carol. It could have been worse." With that we were dismissed.

As I lay on my bed, my bottom in the air, sobbing with self-pity as much as with the pain, one of the girls came and lay alongside me. Her arm went around my shoulders and I felt her hip and leg touch mine. "Hush Carol. It will only make you enemies if you keep everyone awake at night. We've all been through it and worse. I'm Jeanette but everyone calls me Ettie." Her soft Scottish accent caught my attention and I turned my head to her and straightaway she wiped my eyes with a tissue. "Hush," She repeated, "Calm down."

"How can I calm down when I'm in so much pain?" I thought. Her eyes locked into my from only a few inches away and then suddenly she kissed me. It was totally unexpected. Previously and much earlier in my life, I'd played with a couple of girls but this kiss was different. Her lips pressed hard against mine, her tongue penetrated my mouth and she began a nibbling motion that I had only once experienced with an older boyfriend. I tried to pull away, but she held me and slowly I succumbed to the sensation. It seemed to take a little of the pain away or at least distracted my attention from it.