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The King's Tempory Slave

Chapter 9 Punished for a night out

Chapter 9. Punished for a night out

"And keep her out of the sun Fahid," Sapphire instructed the man who was to be my boss for the day, "She's got to be back on harem duty the day after tomorrow and they will want to see nice white flesh, not skin blotched with red sunburn. Otherwise you can treat her like your other two girls except she isn't used to hard manual work. She has permission to photograph you and the others at work so allow her to do that." Sapphire went on to explain why I was there while I shivered in the cool air. She had woken me at 6 a.m. and led me still naked through a maze of corridors and through a side of the palace. We stopped at a hut in the grounds that I recognised from my walk with the milkers. I had agreed to be a manual slave worker for two days and to forgo my four-hour freedom right on both days. Today I was to work with the green robes, the outside manual workers and tomorrow I would work with the kitchen staff inside the palace.

There were twelve in the group, ten men including Fahid and two girls. All were Zamarabeans and all were powerfully built. I looked frail by comparison. They all stared blankly at me but I soon found that was only while Sapphire was there. As soon as she left, they were laughing and making fun of my whiteness and my large breasts, but not in a malicious way. Fahid was the exception. He seemed to resent my presence. "Come and I'll find you a robe otherwise these men will stare so long we won't get our quota done." June, one of the girls took my hand and led me inside to the accompaniment of ribald comments from the others. For some reason I blushed all over which caused them more merriment. I laughed too and remarked that I was getting sunburned and the sun wasn't even up yet which caused further laughter and seemed to get me accepted into the group especially when they saw the still colourful stripes on my arse from matron's strap. June gave me a green robe, a matching head-dress and a pair of flip-flop sandals. It was the first time for six weeks that my body was hidden from public view.

Our work was to lay a tessellated path through an avenue of palm trees. The tesserae were coloured bricks 4 inches by two and two inches square and were laid to form a complex pattern. My first job was to wheel these bricks from the storage shed to the end of the path. By now Coach had improved my physical fitness considerably but he hadn't been building up my muscles for manual labour, nor had my hands become hardened for physical work. Soon they became red and raw from the abrasive nature of the bricks. I showed them to June who had a word with Fahid and accompanied by sour comments, reluctantly found me a pair of gloves, causing more merriment from the others. I've always had a mathematical mind so I was able to pick up the repetitive pattern they were doing quite easily. Asheed, Ash we called him, laid out the pattern between string guidelines working from the one side of the path. Without being told I started from the other to match his. The others in the group lifted the tesserae and painstakingly set them in a mud-like substance or grouted those that had been laid previously. I quite enjoyed the work even though it made my hands quite sore.

When I returned with a further supply of bricks Ash had made a small mistake in the pattern, which I laughed at when I pointed it out. It was an easily done thing. Fahid though took it seriously and ordered Ash to kneel and bare his arse. Picking up a long switch he laid two hard strokes across Ash's buttocks leaving two deep red and painful stripes. I was shocked by this and whispered my apologies to Ash but he tried to grin, "Don't you make any mistakes now or you'll get the same. Fahid was only annoyed because an outsider and a girl at that, spotted it." Thereafter I checked every piece before I laid it in place and when Ash again made a little mistake I corrected it without Fahid knowing. Ash gave me a little smile of appreciation and did the same for me when I went wrong.

After working for a couple of hours our breakfast arrived and we sat in the shade to eat it. It was plain, wholesome food; filling but nothing fancy. Fahid made me expose my tits and sit in facing the others. "You show your big tits in harem, now you show them to us," he averred. By comparison the other two girls were small in the tit department. They still showed the stripes from the Jap whipping but they had faded considerably. Nevertheless I had to tell them how I got them which revived the unpleasant memory.

We worked again until noon when a light lunch was brought and then we retired to the hut for a siesta. "We don't work in the hottest part of the day," June explained, "We have a three hour break and lie on the mattresses. Normally us girls get fucked a few times but I guess you'll get all the attention today." She was right. As soon as we'd finished eating everyone went inside and stripped off. Fahid put a couple of pillows under my arse and spread my legs. My bald cunt fascinated them and they asked many questions about it. June and Aisha showed me their thick growth which they believed to be a sign of mature womanhood. "You have woman's tits and baby's cunt," June laughed. They all watched as Fahid entered me and fucked for quite a short while until he spurted his seed. After that all the men had a turn but none asked me to suck them clean afterwards, for which I was thankful. That seemed to be an upper-class fetish. I noticed the raw welts across Ash's arse when he turned to lie down and I was ashamed that I had been the cause of him receiving them but when I again whispered my apologies he just grinned.

From three o'clock we worked on the pavement again. After being in air-conditioned rooms for six weeks, the heat and the manual labour began to get to me and by the time we finished at six I was exhausted. No one had told me what I was supposed to do when we finished. "Where do I go Fahid?" I asked as the others began to pack up and leave.

"I don't know," he shrugged his reply, "We all have homes to go to."

"You can come to my home," Ash suggested, "My wife will not mind. We'll be back in time for work in the morning." That seemed a good idea and I would get to see the inside of a slave worker's home. I didn't realise it was outside the palace walls until we had walked along a labyrinth of pathways that I would never find my way back, and through a side gate. No one at the gate challenged me; I was just another green robe slave.

About a mile further on was a little shantytown of mud huts with corrugated tin roofs. Outside most stood a woman cooking on an open gas fired stove. I wondered why each had an identical gas appliance and Ash said there were too many disasters with open fires they used to have so the king provided the gas cylinders. Gas was a by-product of the oil industry so it was a cheap commodity. By the time we arrived darkness was descending in the rapid way it does in these parts and I could feel the chill of the night air through the robe. I'd heard the night temperature plummeted but so far I hadn't experienced it. Now I could feel what they meant. The midday temperature reached 30 degrees Celsius or more but at night at this time of year it fell close to freezing. Ash stopped at a hut and greeted his wife, "Malia, we have a guest tonight. This is Carol from England. She has been working with us today to see how we live and will write it in a magazine. Carol, this is Malia, my wife."

Malia gave me a smile and a hug. "You are welcome Carol. And this is our daughter, she too is named Malia but we call her Little Mal." I bent down and gave the five or six year old girl a hug and said "Hi." At first she turned shyly away but when I gave her another hug, she gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen. I tried to recapture it on camera but never quite succeeded. We all chatted and laughed and people from other huts wandered along to take a look at me. For a short while I was the star attraction for the village and I seemed to give Asheed and Malia some status. It ended when Malia announced the food was cooked and we should go inside to eat.

A single bare electric bulb lit the one room. For a family of three, this was probably considered spacious. I noticed on the way here some families had several children but the huts were all more or less the same size. Ash informed me the huts were owned by the king and made to the same plan for all the slaves. When children grew up and took a wife or a husband, they applied to the overseer and in time they'd be granted a new dwelling or that of a deceased slave. "Every house is the same so there is no favouritism," Ash said, "All have one bed along the wall and a low table in the middle." When it was pointed out I knew I would be sleeping in the same bed as the others. Fitted in the wall with the door, were a series of alcoves that served as storage places for pots and utensils. "I hear that people in your country go into others houses and steal. Here we do not do such things, the penalty is too great. People who take things are whipped until they bleed badly and then feet are cut off. Not many survive." I shuddered when Ash explained but I also realised the good side. I had left my laptop computer and my camera where anyone could take it, and it was never moved.

The meal was a meagre one of goat stew and flatbread and I felt chastened that they'd shared what they had with an extra mouth and seemed to do it so willingly. I knew enough of their culture not to refuse or they would have been offended and I could offer them nothing in return. There I had no money and no possessions; like them I am a slave albeit a temporary one. Perhaps I could send photos to them via Sapphire. Malia explained the food was provided on the basis of their needs. She got rations for three but that was reduced because Ash got fed during the day at work.

Little Mal needed to go to the toilet, which made me want to go to so Malia took us to the latrines. Although these were in the open, shielded from prying eyes only by a low wall, I could hear running water below the holes. Where the effluent went to I have no idea but at least there was neither smell nor the myriad of flies I expected.

By late evening, the cold had started to penetrate the room and we undressed and retired to the one bed and pulled the coarse blankets over us. Ash took the outside position, alongside Malia. I lay next to her and Little Mal slept in my arms with her head resting on my boobs. It made me feel broody and I began to wonder if it was time for me to have a child of my own. Shortly after settling down, I felt Ash climb on top of Malia and fuck her. By now I had lost my inhibitions and treated that sort of behaviour as normal and when they'd finished we lay in the darkness chatting. "Are you trying for another child?" I asked Malia.

"No," she replied, "I had so much trouble with Little Mal that they sterilised me but I still enjoy being fucked. Ash does too and I know he has the girls in his group and I would guess he had you too this morning."

"What will happen to Little Mal when she grows up? I presume she will be a slave as well."

"Yes but it all depends on how she develops. If she is exceptionally pretty, and she seems to be heading that way at the moment, she could be taken into the harem. That's the ultimate as far as girl slaves are concerned and even for a few of the boys. They are treated far better than work slaves as you have no doubt found out," Malia explained.

"Yes, but the treatment can also be painful too, again as I have found out."

"Work slaves get whipped too. The next best thing is to get to be a domestic slave and work inside the palace but if that fails, then it's manual work usually outside in the fields. That's a much harder life. I have to spend part of the day clearing the irrigation channels that supply the water to here and the palace."

"Will she get to choose a husband? Did you choose Ash?"

"More or less."

"Because I was by far the most handsome man," Ash interrupted.

"There were a limited number of men I could choose from," Malia went on after nudging Ash with her elbows, "And after trying a couple of others, I settled on Ash. He settled on me so we became husband and wife and we were lucky in getting this house almost straight away. Mal will probably get a similar choice when she becomes a woman unless she becomes a harem slave and they don't get husbands until the are of no use in the harem. Often by then it is too late for them to have children."

"With the bigger families, do they all sleep in the one bed? Do the parents do it in front of the older children?"

Malia laughed. "Of course, how else would they learn? It's taboo to do it with your own children but they get to watch and they accept it as a normal part of life. Little Mal sees us but it doesn't affect her at all. I remember watching my father and mother do it but only seemed to take my notice when they did it differently to the usual way. My mother told me several times to be sure and do it in different ways to keep a man's interest especially when the man has girls he can screw at work."

We talked 'girl talk' for a while longer and then Malia drifted into sleep. I lay awake for a long while; the coarse texture of the blanket rubbed my skin and Little Mal moved against me from time to time. Eventually I too slept until I was awaked by a handbell being rung in the street and the exaltations of the night watchman to arise. It was hardly dawn but already people were making their way to the latrines and readying themselves for work.

Malia got the gas burner going and made hot and sweet apple tea. We didn't have anything to eat but I remembered the manual workers had breakfast after labouring for two hours. All too soon I had to give Malia and Little Mal a hug and a kiss and leave with Ash. We chatted about the day ahead and I was looking forward to my stint doing housework.

All the euphoria of my stay with Ash was shattered when we passed through the gate. Immediately we were grabbed by uniformed guards, handcuffed and marched to a room within the guardhouse.

"So at last we find the runaway slave and her accomplice," Zack the guard commander smiled evilly, "We've spent the whole night looking for you Harem Slave Carol. The king is most annoyed and ordered us to give you a good caning when we found you. The men have been up all night and seeing a white woman thrashed will compensate them for the extra work they've had to put in. I'm sure the king will wish your accomplice thrashed too. Strip them!" Despite my protests and pleas to speak with the king or Sapphire, our clothing was quickly removed and I was fastened to a whipping bench and Ash to a post.

"No" No! No!" I screamed, "I'm going home soon and I mustn't be marked or scarred."

"Then you shouldn't have tried to escape."

"Please don't do this without consulting the king."

"The king's orders were given last night when you didn't report to the household chamberlain. He told me personally to find you and when I did I was to cane you. I don't need further orders. Your capture is being reported to him now."

Fastened to the whipping bench I was helpless to do anything. Vaguely I heard Ash appealing to him first in English and then in another language but it was to no avail. "This is the cane we use on runaway slaves," he grinned as he swished a fearsome looking stick through the air and then brought it down on my backside. I screamed at the top of my voice but it was almost drowned by the clapping of the assembled guards. Zack waited for what seemed a long while and then repeated the stroke. I screamed with the intense pain but the clapping went on. By the eighth stroke I almost passed out. I did not know how I could stand any more but the commander did not seem to be worried. He kept smiling and joking with the others in the room. My voice was too hoarse to yell at the ninth stroke and I just lay there.

Gradually I noticed the clapping had ceased and a voice I knew was speaking. "Enough commander. Put the cane away. Release her." Sapphire had entered the room. She'd been up all night waiting for news of me.

"I take orders from the king not you," Zack stood his ground.

"If you hit her once more I'll see you get double each day for a week commander. Risk that if you will."

"What about the accomplice?" Zack wanted his pound of flesh.

I heard enough to plead with Sapphire not to allow it. "We'll wait until we know the story. I cannot believe she ran away so near to the end of her stay especially as there is no where for her to run to. You two help her to the clinic and another two bring that man." In the end when they found I couldn't stand, one guard quite gently put me over his shoulder and carried me.

Of the next half an hour I have only disjointed recollections. The guard carefully laid me on a bed and I felt the nurse swabbing my welts and when she dropped one I saw blood on it. The nurse saw the look on my face and said quietly, "You are not cut too badly, the water is spreading the blood."

Ash was being questioned by Sapphire and looking very ill at ease. I called her over or at least I croaked and signalled to her. "Don't let them hurt him please," I begged in a low voice, "He only tried to help when I had no place to go. He looked after me when Fahid didn't want to know."

"That's what he's told me," Sapphire replied. "Fahid should have waited with you until someone from the household staff came to take you. When the girl arrived everyone had gone and although she looked around you were nowhere to be seen. She reported it to the chamberlain who informed the king directly. He assumed you'd gone off somewhere on your own and when a search of the palace didn't find you he was very angry and ordered the caning when you were caught. You'd been told not to go outside the palace walls. He didn't expect you to just walk back in."

"What's my arse like Sapphire? The truth now. It must be bad; I can hardly stand the pain."

"Sorry, it's not good. You'll carry the marks for a long while. The nurse is doing what she can but we'll have to await the king's orders before she can give you pain relief. You had a punishment caning and pain is part of it."

"What about Asheed?"

Sapphire stood. "Guard escort Asheed back to his workplace and inform Fahid there is to be no penalty for his not being at work earlier. We'll question Fahid about his part in this later." I gave Ash a little wave as he was led away and he came over and apologised once more and said he hadn't thought any of this would happen when he offered to take me home.

"Give my love to Malia and Little Mal," I whispered as he left.

Sitting again Sapphire whispered, "I'll do what I can to get the king to visit but he's stubborn as you know."

She was as good as her word and an hour later King Joshua arrived in the clinic. "Well my little English journalist, you do seem prone to getting yourself into scrapes. You will certainly remember your two months with us for the rest of your life." We talked about my night out and my time in the palace in general for twenty minutes with him totally ignoring my pain cries each time I moved.

Finally he rose and said, "Nurse, do what you can to relieve her pain." As soon as he'd gone I felt a prick in my arm and sleep overcame me.

It was late evening before I awoke and to my surprise Jim sat alongside by the bedside. "You shouldn't be here," I murmured.

"It's okay. I've had special permission." He held my hand, "How you feeling now?"

"Bloody sore, of course. What does my bum look like?"

"Can't see anything, it's covered with a dressing."

"That's not good is it?" It was a statement as well as a question. Jim agreed. I wondered just how badly the skin was broken and if it would heal before I was due to return. "They're talking about extending your stay by ten days and letting you fly back with me. You won't be a slave during the extra time though. You'll be a guest and can order us slaves to perform for you." He gave a little laugh and I knew exactly what he meant.


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