The Bezistan Chronicles Chapter 6: Aindrias in the Palace Gardens
This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years
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Chapter 6: Aindrias in the Palace Gardens
As a result of my wilfulness and stupidity, I am to be caned. My Master, in his anger, has ordered that I'm to be taken to the whipping-yard and given ten strokes and humiliatingly, he has commanded me to beg the whip- master to apply the cane with the full force of his arm. To say I'm frightened is an understatement. I am terrified!
Ruefully, I rub my still smarting ass as I watch my Master drive away from the palace and disappear down the long curving driveway. Today, for the first time, my body has 'tasted leather' and the ache in my ass is testimony to the whip's fiery fury.
I now know that my Master can, in his anger, wield his whip fiercely. His whip has taught me a valuable lesson and it has convinced me not to anger him in future.
I can see Prince Rashid viciously whipping the two ponies both as punishment and to make them run faster. I'm very much aware that my Master is furious with them and with me; the ponies because they fouled the entrance to his residence and me for my reluctance in displaying myself to him - something that as a slave I must do. I'm to be punished for my intransigence and I quake at the thought of the ten strokes of the cane that I will soon suffer.
I've been caned many times in the past for one misdemeanour or another; this is routine for all the stable's slaves. However, these canings have never exceeded two or possibly three strokes at the most. When working around the stables, it's usual for our overseers to cane us - sometimes these punishments are warranted; at other times it just a case of a liverish overseer wanting to work off his bad temper.
Often these canings are simply delivered to the backs of our thighs as we stand; on other occasions we are made to bend at the waist and present our asses to the cane. Both forms of caning are extremely painful and I wonder about the mechanics of my punishment.
Will I be suspended in a whipping frame and have the cane applied to my shoulders, buttocks and thighs?
Or will I suffer the ultimate humiliation and be doubled over a trestle and caned on the ass?
I suspect the latter, because I know that, as well as the pain inflicted on a slave by caning or whipping, a major part of the punishment requires that he is also humiliated.
My mind still isn't able to grasp what is happening to me this morning. When I awoke, the day had promised to be like all other days - how wrong I was. From a slave's perspective each day is the same as the previous one - for a slave nothing ever changes. It's true our duties might vary and there's always the possibility of our being punished and of course, for the stable slaves, there's the inevitability of the overseers using them for sex.
The overseers, by and large, are an unattractive lot with huge sexual appetites and the slaves are hard pressed to meet their insatiable demands. At any given time, it is usual to find a number of the stable slaves either on their knees sucking cock or on all fours having their asses ploughed.
Fortunately, as 'Geoff's Pet' I am spared the overseers' abuse but unfortunately, my special status as a 'pet' doesn't protect me from either my Master's anger or his attention. He has decided that that he will fuck me upon his return later this afternoon.
As I have never been fucked before, I'm full of dread; yet I'm also strangely excited at the prospect. In truth, this is something I've wanted for a very long time but now that it is to happen, I'm no longer sure. I am apprehensive and I wonder - will I enjoy it? Will it hurt?
From overheard conversations between the overseers, I understand my Master is very well endowed and is ruthless and thoughtless in his use of his pleasure slaves within the palace. I now recall their jocular comments that my Master 'rough fucks his slaves'. Is this to happen to me?
But, I know what to expect from the cane. I have felt it many times and I know its pain is excruciating. In the past, I've only ever received, at the most, three strokes and now I'm to receive ten. I am terrified and I feel my belly turn to water.
Suddenly, these thoughts are interrupted and I am jerked back to reality by the angry shouting of Daoud, my master's major domo ordering me to clean up the ponies' drying puddles of piss.
I diligently apply myself to this task and when I have finished, I wait patiently for Daoud's sign of approval. Finally, and after much close inspection, he grudgingly gives it and orders me to follow him to the whipping-yard. My legs tremble as I trot after him.
"Move yourself, slave." the major domo orders me. "We have a lot to attend to before your Master returns. We don't have all day to waste."
I'm a stranger to the palace and so I follow him as he enters through a gateway into the palace-grounds.
Entering through the gate, I gasp in astonishment. I'm confronted with a sweeping panorama of verdant green lawns, exotic trees, shady paths and beds of colourful flowering plants running down to a manmade lake. I gape in awe at the magnificent scene before my eyes. I am totally unprepared for the grandeur and the scope of this oasis in the harsh desert environment of my world.
Vaguely, I'm aware of the garden's existence - all we slaves are. However, they are strictly 'out of bounds' to those of us designated as common work slaves; I can't begin to imagine the punishment meted out to a slave foolish enough to trespass here. As a stable slave, I've never been allowed this close to the walled compound surrounding my Master's home before; I'm accustomed to the more austere surroundings of the whitewashed stables and the other buildings which help to make up the vast agricultural holding.
Suddenly, I am confronted by an army of naked, white slaves working under the direction and the whips of impatient slave-masters and their slave assistant overseers. Until now, I didn't know of their existence and had never given any thought to what happened within the closed walls of my Master's palace. As a slave, I'm too pre-occupied with the uncertainty of my own existence to interest myself in matters that don't directly affect me.
Subsequently, I am to learn that these slaves, like the palace slaves, are chosen for their pleasing appearances. Their presence in the palace grounds is twofold; to provide the labour force required to maintain the gardens and to beautify the grounds by their physical presence. These slaves reflect my Master's delight in enslaving the 'despised' white race and they have been taken into slavery from around the world.
Without exception, they are young and handsome with strong muscular bodies - the epitome of male, physical perfection. All have prominent cocks and balls which are obscenely displayed, in a semi-erect form, by their genital rings. These slaves are majestic in their nakedness and my cock instantly springs to attention.
These magnificent creatures are chosen personally by my Master to toil in his gardens. When my Master visits his gardens it isn't only to enjoy the plants and flowers. He delights in watching the sweating, straining bodies of his slaves as they labour under the lash.
A connoisseur of the male form, he regards these slaves as living sculptures who enhance the beauty and perfection of his palace grounds. He delights in displaying them and any visitors to the palace are always taken on a walking tour of the gardens. Placed throughout the gardens are a number of palatial pavilions from where my Master and his guests, attended by a retinue of slaves from the palace, can enjoy the sensual sight of his sweat glistening slaves at work.
I watch as these slaves bend to their tasks of digging, hoeing, weeding, planting and pruning. All are sweating profusely under the fierce sun and the stripes on their backs and asses testify to the overseers' impatience and willingness to punish any slackness on the part of a lazy slave.
Other slaves are harnessed to heavy lawnmowers which are briskly moving back and forth across the immaculate lawns; the straining bodies and bulging muscles of these slaves are evidence of the intensity of their labours. They too, are whipped to maintain the required speed and output of their assigned workloads. Still other draft slaves, yoked together in pairs, are harnessed in teams of ten to heavy drays delivering loads of well composted manure for use as fertilizer on the garden beds before removing any unwanted vegetable matter to the distant composting pits.
"Good afternoon to you, Daoud. What brings you out of the palace and into the gardens?"
I look to see who is talking and see a slave-master in charge of a gang of ten slaves bent double weeding a garden bed.
"You may well ask, Ali. As if I didn't have enough to do inside the palace? Before leaving for the airstrip, His Highness commanded me to deliver this slave to the whipping -yard for a caning. After which, I'm to get him ready for fucking."
One of the work slaves, mistakenly thinking that the slave-master's attention is diverted by this exchange, seeks to relieve the strain on his body by standing up and stretching his cramped muscles. Instantly, the overseer's whip snakes out and wraps around the offending slave's belly and back leaving a livid, red stripe against the burnished copper of his skin. As the slave screams in pain the overseer angrily orders him to.
"Get back to work you lazy bastard. You weren't given permission to rest. NOW BEND YOUR BACK!!"
Again the slave screams as the overseer's whip lashes diagonally across his bent and exposed back. Immediately the slave resumes his labours with renewed vigour. I however, flinch as the whip cracks across my fellow slave's body and I recall my own recent encounter with the whip.
"Ah, a slave-master's role isn't an easy one is it Daoud? Do you see what I have to put up with - lazy slaves who are always looking to slacken off? Slaves by their natures are a cunning lot. They're always looking for ways to take advantage of my good humour. Really I'm driven to distraction by this gang of slaves. Some of them are new to slavery and haven't yet learned to fully apply themselves to their labours. I only came on duty two hours ago and already my arm aches from constantly whipping them to make them work harder and faster."
"Speaking of them, you have some fine looking slaves in your charge, Ali."
"Well Prince Rashid doesn't only come into the gardens to admire the plants. He really enjoys watching handsome, muscular slaves sweat as they toil under the lash. The slaves hate it when he visits the gardens; especially when he has guests. They know they will be worked harder and whipped unmercifully for his entertainment. His Highness appreciates the yelps and groans of the slaves as they are whipped to obtain maximum effort from their labours."
"Yes I know what you mean. The Prince is the same with the palace slaves. They never know when they will be sent down to the punishment yard for a flogging. Like the slaves in your charge, they too have learned to dread any visitors. Usually, His Highness will randomly choose a number of slaves to be punished as entertainment for his guests. And I can tell you it's about to get worse for the slaves. Prince Rashid has just informed me that his father, Prince Youssef is coming to live permanently at the Bezistan. As you will recall, Prince Youssef involves himself in all aspects of the estate's activities; especially those that involve the slaves. If the slaves think their lives are harsh now just wait until they come under the close scrutiny of Prince Youssef. But tell me, Ali! Do you make use of the slaves' bodies?
"Of course I do, Daoud! That is one of the perks of this job. As you know Prince Rashid allows his slave-masters full use of the slaves under their control. I would be foolish not to take advantage of His Highness' generosity."
"Some of them look to be eminently fuckable. Do you have any favourites?"
"I've used them all at various times. My current favourite is that young, German slave with his ass facing towards us. As he has only recently been enslaved, his hole is still tight. When I fuck him he yelps and bucks like a virgin at her deflowering. I really enjoy that."
Both men laugh as they talk of the German slave's shame.
As I stand quietly at display, I feel the slave-master's eyes sweeping over my body. There isn't any embarrassment in this for me. Like all slaves, I'm aware that we are on open display at all times.
"Daoud, I would like to inspect your slave." Ali asks courteously. "Do I have your permission?"
"Of course, Ali, the slave's at your disposal."
The major domo answers; then turning he instructs me.
"You slave; you heard; now do it and be quick about it. Present yourself for inspection."
Hurriedly I stand before the two slave-masters and maintain the display position. Anxious to please them, I stand upright with my legs apart and I stretch my body to better display my musculature; humbly, I bow my head in submission.
"SLOPPY! That's far too sloppy."
I'm shocked at the major domo's admonishment and reel backwards as he viciously cuffs the side of my head.
"Square those shoulders! Thrust out your chest! Suck in your belly! Present your cock and balls for a PROPER inspection! Ali, please accept my apologies for the slave's lack of respect. However, as you can see, he is now ready for your inspection."
"There's no need to apologise, Daoud." Ali replies graciously. "I know how frustrating it can be to get a slave to respond properly to an instruction."
Ali moves in front of me and begins his inspection by feeling the hardness of my biceps before moving over my shoulders and down to my chest. There, he pauses and slowly twists my nipples between his fingers; I wince as I feel them harden. Satisfied, his hands move over my belly, stopping to explore the navel and then continue down to my groin.
Immediately, I raise myself onto my toes and thrust out my genitals - in the mandatory acknowledgement of a slave's submission to his Master or his Master's agents. Ali takes my scrotum in his hands and he gently squeezes my balls. Again, I wince but remain motionless as he continues his onslaught on my defenceless body. Then he begins to slowly work my cock and I reward him with my hard erection. Gently, he strokes me to full arousal and I give myself over to the pleasure of the moment. My cock throbs with delight at Ali's attention to it and in response; I suddenly feel the pleasurable, precursory squirts of my pre-cum dribbling from my piss-slit. Perhaps, Daoud or Ali are unaware of my 'hands-off' status or they choose to ignore it. Either way, I don't care as my body succumbs to this all too rare stimulation under another's hands.
Suddenly, Ali releases my cock and once more I'm left in the limbo of my frustration. My cock is almost at the point of no return and is begging for its reward; yet my longed for ejaculation is denied me and, as a slave, I have to hide my disappointment.
"He's a magnificent animal, Daoud. He's a lovely piece of slave flesh. I could do with such a slave in my work gang. I notice by his ass that he has recently tasted the whip. Tell me about it?'
"He received that from Prince Rashid for gross disobedience. Foolishly, the slave thought conceal to his hole from view whilst his Master was quite legitimately inspecting him. The prince was furious and applied the lash to him. Also, as a consequence, he is to receive ten strokes of the cane before the prince fucks him later today. I never cease to be amazed at the stupidity of slaves. They truly are nothing more than dumb animals; fit only to be beasts of burden."
"Did you say ten strokes of the cane? Then, surely he will suffer for his disobedience. He'll be walking around with a well reddened rump for a few days. Still I hear the Prince enjoys fucking an ass that has been well prepared by the cane. Obviously, he likes his steak to be 'well tenderised'. But let me see what it is that the slave tried so foolishly to hide. BEND OVER, SLAVE AND SPREAD!"
Bearing in mind my earlier lesson from my Master, I instantly obey Ali's command and shuffle my feet further apart, bend at the waist and lower my head. Then reaching behind, I grasp both my buttocks in my hands and pull them apart as far as possible. My ass-hole is now fully exposed and, for the second time today, I feel my sphincter pulsing to the rhythm of my heart-beats. My earlier reluctance to fully open myself up to my Master's inspection has gone; now, I am eager to obey. Nevertheless, I still feel shame and humiliation and tears moisten my eyes.
I stand docilely as Ali appraises my ass with the expertise common to all slave-masters. He squeezes my buttocks, testing them for their firmness and explores the valley between them before exciting the sensitive tissue of my sphincter. He is pleased with my quivering response as he tests my hole for tightness and soundness. Finally, he moves his finger along the welt left by my Master's whip. I flinch at his touch and yelp with pain. Then, with the customary dismissal used by all the overseers, he disdainfully slaps my ass and orders me to.
"STAND. FACE THE FRONT AND DISPLAY!"
"Thank you Daoud, for allowing me to inspect the slave; it was a delightful diversion. It's obvious that this slave will please His Highness. How I envy him. My guess is that the slave will be very sore after tonight; what with being caned and then fucked. Still that's why he's here, isn't it? To submit to his Master's will and provide him with pleasure. But, please excuse me; I can see some of my slaves are slacking off. It's time to tickle their backs with the whip."
"Well then Ali, I'll leave you to it. I'm glad you enjoyed your inspection of him. Now however it's time to deliver him to the whip-master. Come along, slave. It's now time to get you doubled over the whipping trestle."
As we leave the gardens, I hear shouts from Ali as he and his assistants furiously lash the backs of the slaves under his command. The air is full of the Ali's abuse, the loud cracking of his whip, the `thwack' of leather striking naked flesh and the cries of the long suffering , garden slaves.
Following after the major domo, my body trembles for I know my own suffering is about to begin.
To be continued......