The King's Tempory Slave

Chapter 10. My final days as a slave

Two days later I pleaded to be allowed to return to the harem. Having the company of others was better than being more or less alone in the clinic. Nurse didn't permit me to work. For three more days I wore a dressing which made me look like a baby in Pampers and night and morning I had to report to the nurse for it to be changed and, more embarrassingly, an enema. She didn't want me to put any strain on the welts and open them up again. I was horrified at the state of my arse and needed a great deal of convincing that it would ever go back to normal. However comparing it with the photo Nurse took soon after she cleaned me up a little, I could see that it was healing.

I thought I should try and get my notes up to date as I had neglected them for a few days and found that I could kneel with several cushions under my arse, and use my laptop. I was within a few hours of the end of my official slavery when the king passed through Sapphire's office and stopped to talk with me. He confirmed that I would have ten days as a guest and would fly home with Jim. I would then be in a better condition to sit through the long flights. He asked if there was anything else I wanted to do or see while I was there. "I'd actually like to see what the house slaves do but Nurse won't let me do any physical work yet. Can I spend a day observing them when I'm a guest?"

"Get Sapphire to arrange it," he replied and then went on, "And seeing you are still a slave, report to my room tonight. It's time you had a prick in you again." My face must have shown my horror at the thought for her went on, "I'll try not to open your wounds. Join me for dinner at 6:30."

I knew he had a private dining room but rarely dined alone and that frequently harem slaves had to sit under the table and orally service the guests while they ate. For some reason I had never been asked to perform this service under the king's table but I had several times at the boardroom table when the cabinet met. This thought was reinforced when Sapphire informed me that three of us slaves would attend the king that evening. By now I had become inured to drinking piss from both men and women. I can't say I enjoyed it but it didn't bother me overmuch.

Sapphire took us to the empty, western style dining room with a high table and normal size chairs. "Make yourselves comfortable on the cushions," she said indicating the pile already under the table. "You know what to do. When a man or woman opens his or her robe you start sucking. Men have priority. Carol you are to service the king exclusively. Be sure to do exactly what he wants as I have a feeling he will try and humiliate you a bit seeing he will not have too much chance after this. Swallow whatever comes; semen or urine. You all should know what to do by now." Indeed I did know. I well remembered the first time when I'd spluttered some of the piss over the agricultural minister's robe and the consequences afterwards. Willy not only strapped my arse I been forced to attend him three times and drink his water until he was sure I would do it without choking. Maria, who had thought my training with her had solved the problem, gave me further lessons. However it was not something I had done since my last visit to Brenda and Ken Wilson's room. It had seemed so much more embarrassing to do it with people who were friends. After Ken had used me as his toilet, Brenda used Jim for the same purpose. He seemed much more used to it than I was.

Sapphire checked we were all in position and left and bade us to be quiet. Some ten minutes later, the king and his entourage came in. The king sat at the head of the table and two men either side had their wives or mistresses with them. All three men immediately opened their robes and embedded their pricks in a slave's mouth. I performed on the king as well as I could but even with a cushion under me I almost bit him when pain shot from my arse through my body. Fortunately I controlled my teeth and he didn't seem to notice. Very quickly I found my mouth full of his seed and eased up when his prick went soft. I felt a little pressure on my neck and knew I had to keep my mouth in place. Moments later a short spurt of piss heralded a further steady stream, but I was able to cope with it without a problem and then continued to gently suck the flaccid prick.

Doors opened and closed as waiters brought in the food. The guests talked quietly but I was unable to make out much of their conversation. It was then that I heard the king's voice raised above the others. "Sapphire find Slave Carol. I ordered her to attend me at dinner tonight. I hope for her sake she hasn't run away to the slave quarters again tonight."

I didn't hear Sapphire's reply but the corner of the tablecloth was lifted and her face appeared. "Come out Carol," she ordered, "You're the wrong side of the table tonight." If it was a deliberate plan, and I think it was, it succeeded in humiliating me far more than if I had been left under the table; an anonymous slave performing slave duties. Now I had to show myself to everyone and they all knew what I had been doing. I must have blushed scarlet for it caused some laughter amongst the assembled ladies and gentlemen.

"Sit down Carol. Sorry you've missed our first course but I know you had a snack and drink." The remarks caused some laughter as the king indicated I should sit alongside him. I couldn't help but let out a slight cry as my arse touched the chair seat. "Get yourself another cushion if you wish." King Joshua sounded magnanimous.

"Can we see why she is in discomfort sir?" asked one of the wives.

"I'm sure she won't mind." At the king's nod I turned as showed them the welts but the woman wanted a closer look and when I was near enough she prodded and touched them just to see my reaction. I couldn't help but wince. "You really did have some hard ones this time," the woman commented.

"She only had part of the thrashing she would have gotten if Sapphire hadn't shown up and stopped it," the king answered on my behalf. "Sit down now Carol please. Let's get on with our meal."

I felt very out of place sitting alongside well-dressed people wearing only my revealing slave costume. However, no one remarked on it and much of the conversation was directed at me. We discussed my life in the harem and compared it with life at home. King Joshua and the ladies had seen copies of HiYa with my articles although I hadn't been granted that privilege. "Do you not mind half the world seeing you near naked with stripes on your tits or bottom?" a lady asked. This led to a discussion with me at the centre. From their remarks I guess Yvonne had printed some very explicit photos of me with only the minimum of blurring. I wondered how many of the other slaves' pictures she had included.

"I hope the magazine doesn't get sent to Japan otherwise there might be repercussions from the Moyoto Oil Company after your comments on the sadistic way they treated you and slave Jim particularly. The picture of his penis was particularly graphic." It was the trade minister who made the comment.

"I've no doubt they will see it and for that reason I allowed it to be sent." The king thought for a moment before going on. "I spent quite some time thinking about it and decided that at the very least the Japanese embassy in London would get a copy and send it on. There would probably be protests from them but I felt it would stop them doing the same again. I have already informed the company that if they sent a delegation next year, they could only use the slaves for normal purposes."

Perhaps some good had come out of my thrashing.

Towards the dessert course I wondered what would happen if I opened my robe. Would Silvia or Trixie perform on me? I knew I would be low on the pecking order but maybe the others would have been satisfied by now. Straightaway a tongue found my cunt and sucked and licked me to a climax, a climax I had great difficulty in concealing from those around the table.

"You were very naughty at dinner Carol," the king remarked when we were alone in his bedroom. "Did you really think you could get yourself off with a slave under the table and no one notice?"

"Sorry Sir, I didn't think anyone would mind."

Fortunately the king smiled and said, "I will have to punish you of course." My face fell; I didn't think I could take any more punishments. Tears sprang to my eyes but he went on, "Seeing that cunt of yours is desirous of stimulation, I shall have to ram my cock into it and give it a good reaming." He bade me get on my knees on the bed and took me from the rear with more thought for his pleasure than for the pain he caused to my arse. I had tears in my eyes again by the time he finished but he didn't apologise; after all I was still only a slave. We talked for a short while and then drifted off into sleep. He took me again in the morning, this time in the missionary position which again hurt but I did get to climax so I accepted it without complaint.

Over breakfast we discussed what I could and could not do when in a few hours time I would be a free woman and a guest at the palace. I would have a room at my disposal and I could order slaves to service me. I could go and say good bye to Malia and Little Mal provided the king and the guards knew in advance about the visit, otherwise I would have to keep within the palace area. In the end I decided to sleep in my bed in the slave dormitory unless I needed a room to be alone with Jim and to remain as a 'free slave' living in the harem quarters as I had done for the past few months. I would wear the gold sash and would not be obliged to fulfil requests from other palace staff or be disciplined by Willy except on the express orders of the king.

Over the past weeks I had grown to love the camaraderie of life with the other slaves and it was going to be hard to live alone again when I returned to England. In any case I only had the one set of normal clothing that I arrived in and which I would need for the return journey. I had no money to buy anything although I might have been able to persuade Sapphire to provide me with a dress allowance.

The king had an early appointment so when I returned to the harem there was still ten minutes or so gym. I could have skipped it but, despite the pain it caused, I knew my that in general my body was in better shape than when I arrived. Having been in the clinic and under Nurse's orders I missed gym for a week. Coach ordered me to bend over when I went in and he inspected my welts. "You jog round room to warm up, then we do exercises," he ordered. I soon regretted my decision to go to gym!

Later that evening Sapphire announced to all the harem slaves present that I was now free of slavery but would be staying with them for another week or so.

As usual in the afternoon I typed my 'diary' and worked on my next article when Sapphire casually remarked that my friends Brenda and Ken Wilson were leaving for home in two days. "Can I use your phone to contact them please," I asked.

"Of course. You're free now and technically a guest."

Brenda answered and I asked if we could spend the evening together. "Certainly," she replied, "Would you like me to book Jim as well?" I quickly agreed to that suggestion. As it turned out, Brenda wanted Jim's prick, as it would be the last chance she'd have "Unless you two agree to swap when we're back home," she added. Jim and I had not discussed our living arrangements but Brenda had taken it as a foregone conclusion that we would live together. I guessed she was right. Jim had given up his place when he went abroad and I still had my house at least I hoped Yvonne had paid the rent each month as she'd promised and my neighbour had kept an eye on things. I also had my bargain to keep with Ken.

I made Ken almost beg to fuck me before I allowed him. "I'm no longer a slave," I said, "You'll have to woo me now." He took it in good part and we had a laugh at his efforts to persuade me to undress.