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On the Block, Part 5
A Fantasy of Slavery by Wheldrake
[Apologies for the long delay. But just in case anyone is still interested...]
Lohni's soft lips and diabolical tongue worked their way methodically across and around the most intimate flesh of my body, like the mouthparts of a bee harvesting nectar from a flower with infinite delicacy. She kissed my scrotum and licked slowly up and down the length of my cock before circling the head with firm, precise movements of her tongue. It would have been paradise, I told myself despairingly, if not for the brutal fact that every delightful brush of her lips and caress of her tongue had to be paid for in coin minted of sheer agony. Lohni's careful attentions kept me as magnificently erect as I had ever been in my life, and the spikes on the inside of the cruel ring that circled the base of my cock continued to dig in mercilessly. They were not sharp enough to actually break the skin and make me bleed, but the pain was awful.
I wished I could at least see Lohni's face, but her head was bent low as she applied herself to the task at hand. I had no idea whether she was smiling in delight between licks of her tongue or grimacing in sisterly sympathy for a fellow slave. The creamy expanse of her bare shoulders and the golden blaze of her short blond hair told me nothing at all. I raised my head and looked out at our hungry audience, who seemed to have been inspired to performances of their own. Karyana's trousers were down to her knees, and the male slave who attended her was kissing her breasts and fingering her between the legs. Her dark eyes, however, were inexorably fixed on my own body, and seemed to glow with eagerness to watch me squirm and suffer even as she gasped in sensual abandon. Her features held a suggestion of almost bestial coarseness and brutality that I had not noticed in them before, as if her arousal had removed a mask that had previously been in place. I wanted desperately to escape from that hard, merciless gaze, but I was hanging in firm bonds that were beginning to dig painfully into my naked limbs.
Elsewhere among the audience I could see the same displays of unrestrained sexuality, as slaves leaned busily over the half-naked bodies of those who commanded them, and the same sadistic attentiveness to my predicament. Viyana was playing with her slave's cock and balls, pinching and twisting them as he writhed in an anguish that seemed to parallel my own, and the bearded man who had tried to buy me at the auction had his shaven slave boy kneeling between his widely parted legs. All around the room naked slave men and women were fondling, kissing and suffering, and all around the room their owners were looking at me. I moaned in pain, letting go almost entirely, and strained with desperate, futile strength against the bonds that held me tethered to the spiderweb. An excited murmur went up from the audience, and Relkada smiled wryly from her position at one side of the stage. Lohni simply continued her ministrations, following my movements with an implacable patience.
"Enough!" Karyana cried hoarsely. "Take that toy off him, Relkada, and give him a taste of the lash!"
"Why not let the girl do it?" a woman I did not know called out instantly. "Or make her, if need be." At that Lohni did pause, for a fraction of a second, but she immediately redoubled her efforts as if to make up for that instant of lost time. I whimpered and pressed my head back against the spiderweb, hoping that sheer muscular effort would obviate the agony at the base of my cock, but of course the pain continued unabated.
Relkada opened her mouth, but Karyana pre-empted her. "Yes indeed," the Suzerain of Ariskayne said thoughtfully, as though pronouncing sentence on some wretched criminal. "Make Lohni flog the boy."
I thought Relkada gave a small, exasperated sigh, but she turned fully to the audience and bowed low. "As my lady wishes." She strolled over to the spiderweb, seized Lohni by the hair, and drew her casually away from me.
"Stand still," Relkada admonished, and Lohni instantly froze. Her face, now that I could look at it, appeared tense and even a little worried, and I felt a peculiar rush of guilt for having even suspected that she might be taking pleasure in my suffering. Without further ado Relkada stepped close, and unfastened the leather straps that anchored the spiked cock ring to my scrotum. Of course the cruel device remained in place, digging in as firmly as ever. Relkada motioned impatiently to Lohni.
"What are you waiting for, slave?" she asked sharply. "Get the thing off him."
"Will you untie my hands, then, my lady?" Lohni asked softly. Relkada scoffed and slapped her buttock hard enough to make her wince.
"That's hardly necessary, is it?" Relkada asked pointedly, and Karyana and several others laughed aloud.
Lohni's eyes met mine in a look of mute apology, but of course she could hardly disobey the express command of the woman who owned us both. Lohni leaned close again, but this time instead of kissing and licking my cock she took it deep into her throat. The ring vanished into her mouth, and her lips formed a seal around the very base of my shaft. I looked imploringly at Relkada as I realised what Lohni was about to do.
"Please, my lady!" I whimpered, and Karyana's eyes flashed in sheer delight. Relkada smiled and caressed my thigh, seeming to savour the tension in my clenched muscles.
"Do it slowly," she told Lohni in stately, commanding tones that I was sure would carry easily to the back of the room. I looked despairingly down at Lohni's golden head as she began to obey, using her teeth to pull the ring with exquisite, excruciating deliberation towards the tip of my cock. I moaned through gritted teeth, not wanting to give Karyana and the others the satisfaction of hearing me scream, but as the spikes on the ring scraped across my sensitive flesh I finally gave vent to a full-throated shriek of agony. I writhed in my bonds, but Lohni had no trouble following my constrained, pathetic movements while still maintaining her relentless pressure on the ring. I cried out in mingled pain and relief when it finally cleared the head of my cock, and Lohni turned to Relkada with the steel glinting in her mouth. Relkada petted her hair, like a woman congratulating a well-trained animal, before taking the ring and setting it aside on the stage. Meanwhile I lowered my head and looked down at myself, expecting to see blood. To my relief the skin had not been broken, but each spike had scraped an angry red line down the length of my cock. I was still fully erect, even as I blinked back tears.
"And now," Relkada proclaimed grandly, "for the lash." Although she had seemed irritated when Karyana had first pushed her into this course of action, she now appeared to be embracing its possibilities. A murmur of anticipation rose from the audience.
Relkada took Lohni's shoulders and firmly turned her away from the audience and Relkada herself. Relkada hastily untied her wrists, then spun her unresisting body back around.
"Give me your hands." Lohni lifted them slowly, but with no hesitation, and stood patiently while Relkada bound them in front of her with quick, deft movements. I suspected the knots were less secure than the ones Crell had used earlier to tie Lohni's hands behind her, but it hardly mattered if Lohni was going to be performing on stage. She was not going to have many opportunities to work at freeing herself, even if she wanted to.
Relkada gripped Lohni's hair with one hand and her chin with the other, and tilted her face up towards me. "Look what you did to his cock," Relkada said, speaking close to Lohni's ear but in a voice that was meant to carry. "But you've only just begun. Are you ready to whip Areth's naked body until he screams to the Goddess for mercy?"
"Mercy again!" Karyana cried good-humouredly. "Save your breath, boy. The Goddess herself won't get you down from there before I decide you've had enough. And for you, Lohni, the question should be, are you ready to whip that delectable male beauty as long and hard as your Suzerain requires?"
Lohni grimaced, which I supposed was safe enough considering that her face was turned away from Relkada and the audience and towards me. "I am ready to do whatever my lady commands," she replied in a clear, steady voice. Clever of her, I thought, to use a phrase that could have referred to either Relkada or Karyana.
"Give her the serpent's tail," Karyana demanded. "The lighter one, though, since it's Areth's first time. You see, slave, I'm not entirely heartless." She gave the testicles of the naked man at her side a savage twist, eliciting a groan that made a kind of counterpoint to her own words.
Relkada walked unhurriedly to the wooden rack of implements and selected what looked to be a very light steel chain, perhaps the length of a woman's hand and forearm, attached to a wooden handle. She doubled it up in her hand and used it to caress Lohni's body, dragging the chain across her shoulders and breasts. My cock had softened a little since the ring had come off, but the spectacle of Relkada using the chain on Lohni made me stiffen all over again. It was glorious, absolutely glorious, to swell to erection without being tormented by the ring and its spikes.
Finally Relkada put the smooth handle of the serpent's tail in Lohni's bound hands, and Lohni accepted it readily enough. She raised the implement and looked in my direction, waiting for the command. Her mouth was set into a hard, determined line, as if she had made up her mind to set aside her own feelings and please Relkada no matter how loudly I might scream.
"Take the heavier serpent's tail yourself," Karyana said in a tone that seemed to imply her words were somewhere in between a suggestion and a command. "After all, Lohni might need encouragement."
Relkada bowed slightly. "My thought exactly," she affirmed, almost too smoothly. I wondered if she was telling the truth, but it hardly mattered considering that Relkada was already on her way to that intimidating rack of implements. She lifted down another chain on a handle, no longer than the one she had given Lohni but obviously much thicker and heavier. Relkada slashed the chain through the empty air with smile of harsh anticipation, and I imagined the pain that the cold steel might inflict on naked flesh. Lohni was perhaps imagining the same thing, because she instantly turned away from Relkada and towards the spiderweb and me. Her lips formed the words "Be brave", and she raised the serpent's tail in her bound hands and brought it down across my thigh with considerable conviction. I stifled a cry of pain and looked down to see an angry red welt already forming on the pale skin. My eyes met Lohni's in a silent plea, but her face had become impassive and she was already raising the serpent's tail a second time. I struggled in my bonds, going nowhere, and felt my body break out in a cold, panicky sweat. That first blow had really hurt, and I had no idea how long Relkada was going to make Lohni continue.
She hit my other thigh, as if for the sake of symmetry, and this time my stifled cry became a groan that the audience answered with laughter and even scattered applause. To my surprise, Relkada suddenly lashed out with her own chain, catching Lohni across the buttocks in a tremendous blow that made Lohni's two assaults on my thighs seem like trifling caresses. Lohni gave a full-throated scream that echoed from the walls and ceiling.
"Don't you think she deserved that?" Relkada asked the crowd rhetorically. "I wanted you to hit him, Lohni, not tickle him like a lover at play. All my expectations for a pair of fierce, tough northerners are being disappointed tonight."
"I'm sorry, my lady," Lohni gasped. Relkada swatted her with the chain again, though not nearly as hard.
"Don't be sorry, just do as you're told. Why should you want to spare Areth anyway? He's only a naked male slave, bought at auction for a couple of handfuls of gold. Only a piece of meat."
Lohni took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Her eyes were dry, despite the blows she had just received from Relkada, and seemed to burn with determination. She was obviously about to beat me within an inch of my life, and I could hardly blame her considering the circumstances. Thrashing my hide was the price of saving her own. I clenched my fists, one of the few movements permitted by my bonds, and tried to brace myself for what I was sure would be the most intense pain I had ever felt in my life. My stomach ached with a kind of disbelieving horror, but I knew that what was about to happen to me would be all too real.
I was amazed when Lohni struck me no harder than she had before, this time reaching high to catch me across the left bicep. She hit my right the same way, making me groan, but that indication of suffering was clearly not enough to satisfy Relkada. She sighed, shook her head, and brought her serpent's tail down hard on Lohni's own upper arm, as if to show the slave girl how she should have hit me. Lohni screamed again, and this time her lip trembled and tears welled up in her eyes even as she flicked my body with more light blows that would surely condemn her to further agony.
"She likes to make things hard for herself, doesn't she?" laughed one of the few men in the audience.
"Stubborn little thing," Relkada agreed, and began striking viciously at Lohni's legs. Lohni endured the first few strokes as bravely as ever, but then started to wail in pain and try to dance away from the cruel, slashing chain. Relkada followed her every movement, and it was clear to me that Lohni was not going to be able to save herself unless she bolted and ran. And doing any such thing, of course, would only lead her to a far worse fate in the punishment room back in Relkada's manor.
Through it all, Lohni continued to beat me with crisp, moderate forcefulness that left pink welts on my skin but nevertheless was like a pale imitation of the brutal treatment she was receiving from Relkada. I was moaning and struggling in my bonds, and occasionally yelping with more intense pain when Lohni's chain happened to catch a sensitive spot like a nipple or an inner thigh. My breath was coming in short gasps, and I could feel nausea building up deep in my belly as the torment continued. Agony flared up whenever the serpent's tail smacked against my skin, and then faded as Lohni drew back her bound arms for the next blow. The real cruelty was that it never faded entirely, but left a residue that combined with the residues from previous stinging blows to make my suffering cumulative in a way that was difficult to bear. I bit my lip, dug my fingernails into my palms, tried not to see the glinting eyes of the audience or hear their delighted cries and laughter, and cursed myself for finding this so difficult when Lohni was enduring a far worse beating right in front of me.
Relkada was tireless, smiling and occasionally chuckling as she dutifully punished Lohni for not whipping me harder. Her brow glistened with sweat, and the lithe muscles of her right arm stood out with intimidating clarity each time she brought the heavier serpent's tail down on Lohni's body. Lohni was sweating too, with the effort of simultaneously lashing me and doing her best to dodge the full impact of Relkada's blows. She was screaming and wailing almost continuously now, and tears were trickling in a steady river down each of her cheeks, but her look of dogged determination was still in place and even her screams held a note of pride and defiance. Relkada for her part seemed patient, indulgent of Lohni's stubbornness, as if confident that the slave would eventually break down and begin to thrash me properly. At one point in the never-ending dance between the two women Lohni's buttocks were briefly turned towards me, and I saw that they were covered in dark bruises and bright, angry welts. I was horrified by the visual evidence of what Lohni was suffering through to spare me, and I felt a rush of intense gratitude even as I told myself that I could not possibly allow this to continue.
"Enough!" I shouted down to Lohni. "She won't stop hurting you until she's satisfied with what you're doing to me. I can't stand to see you suffer like this any longer. Hit me hard and get it over with!"
Karyana gave a great, booming laugh and clapped her hands in excitement, but Lohni looked up at me despairingly. "Oh, Areth!"
"Do it!" I insisted, practically glaring at her.
Relkada already had her arm raised to deliver another blow, but stood waiting while Lohni made up her mind.
"Don't be stupid," I said fiercely. Lohni screamed again, a howl of anguish and frustration, and struck me across the chest with hard, punishing force. She had to reach up to hit me there, which took a little of the edge off the blow, but nevertheless the pain was so savagely intense that I could not help instantly regretting the way I had enjoined Lohni to stop sparing me. It was my turn to scream at the top of my lungs, and I pulled desperately at my bonds even though I knew that struggling was futile and that I was going to hang there and be hit like that again, over and over, until Relkada or more likely Karyana finally decided that I had had enough. I tried to resign myself to this, and to remember that even the most terrible pain was only a sensation that would fade in time. I felt a momentary glow of relief, too, as Relkada slowly lowered her upraised arm. My sacrifice was helping Lohni, at least, and I clung to that thought even as I literally whimpered in fear of the mighty thrashing that surely lay in store.
Lohni fulfilled my expectations with brutal, uncompromising effectiveness. Now that she had begun to do Relkada's bidding, there was no further hesitation or holding back. She sobbed quietly to herself as she took the serpent's tail to my naked body, but her tears did not prevent her from striking hard, fast and unerringly. I did not think she was quite as strong as Relkada, let alone Clista, but she could swing the light steel chain with enough force to make me howl in agony and then strike again in a different spot before my scream had even faded into silence. I danced with Lohni just as Lohni had danced earlier with Relkada, trying to twist in my bonds to at least soften the blows and protect the most sensitive parts of my body, but Lohni had no trouble anticipating my movements and making sure that every stroke of the serpent's tail hit home. My thighs and hips seemed to be her favourite target area, though she often reached up to work on my chest, shoulders and biceps. I could not seem to stop myself from crying out like a beaten animal under the impact of every blow, and before long I was sobbing just as hard as Lohni. The pain was awful, a burning flame that threatened to devour me, and to make matters worse the ropes that held me fastened to the spiderweb were now digging into my limbs with agonising force. I clung to one little shred of my dignity, in that I somehow kept myself from begging for mercy, but otherwise I abandoned myself to suffering.
Relkada watched the beating for a time, wearing a smile that now conveyed immense satisfaction. Her own serpent's tail was in her hand, clearly ready for use if Lohni were to falter in her efforts, but it never stirred from where it dangled ominously by Relkada's right leg. After all, Lohni was now performing superbly. Eventually Relkada stirred from her place and tapped Lohni's buttock with the handle of the implement.
"Continue," Relkada said firmly, and I think Lohni and I both understood that this was meant to be a warning of severe consequences if Lohni eased up now. Lohni nodded without breaking her rhythm, and in fact delivered a particularly hard blow to each of my hips as if to demonstrate her commitment. I shrieked, of course, and Relkada turned away from us and raised her left hand to the audience. At first I thought she was simply waving to them for some reason, but then I realised that the five metal claws she had used earlier to tear at my flesh still glittered on her fingertips. The audience laughed and applauded, even some of the slaves joining in, as Relkada slowly moved around behind the spiderweb. At the same time she motioned to Crell, who was standing quietly off to one side, and pointed to the divan that Karyana's servants had left on the dais. Crell lifted it easily and carried it to where Relkada was standing, providing her with a platform. I moaned in desperation as I understood what was going to happen to me. Lohni would continue beating me from the front, as she had been instructed. Meanwhile, from the back…
The metallic grid of the spiderweb made it impossible for Relkada to draw her claws down the length of my body, but she could reach between the bars of the grid to scratch, jab and pinch. Although I could not turn my head enough to see her, she must have been standing on the divan from the beginning, because I first felt the hard steel points at the back of my neck. She scratched at my skin, making me gasp and flinch away, and then I yelped in real pain as she took a fold between two of her talons and gave it a vicious twist. I pulled forward to the tiny extent that the bonds would allow, just in time for Lohni to catch me across the chest with a particularly hard blow and send me cowering back against the spiderweb. Relkada laughed and thrust one of her fingertips into different spots on my back, over and over as I writhed and squealed. At the same time Lohni continued to beat me just as hard as before, and to have to endure both torments simultaneously was maddening. I felt that I could brace myself against either of the two types of pain, the hard, occasional stinging blows or the quick, continuous stabs and scratches, but not both at once. To make matters worse, Lohni seemed to instinctively go after whatever part of my body Relkada was working on. If Relkada scratched the back of my thigh, Lohni would hit the front, and if Relkada pinched the back of my upper arm then Lohni would hit my bicep. I had not thought my crying and screaming could possibly intensify, but they did.
"How are you liking this, slave boy?" Karyana called out suddenly.
That might have been intended as an invitation to beg for mercy, but some hidden vein of stubborness prevented me from accepting. "I suppose it could be worse, my lady," I groaned. It was hardly a witty response, but it had the desired effect. Karyana actually looked startled, though it was difficult for me to focus on her face through the haze of pain, and a murmur of surprise and what might even have been approbation rose from among the audience. Riding a wave of courage, I hardly felt Lohni's next blow, but the sense of exhilaration was to be short-lived.
"Yes, it could," Karyana agreed gravely. "Relkada, I want your female handler to take a flogger and help Lohni beat him. Hard, mind you."
My eyes swivelled to Clista, whose face lit up like a kindled lantern. Damn the woman.
"Do as the Suzerain commands, Clista," Relkada said smoothly, her claws reaching through the bars to tickle my scrotum from the back. I was almost sure that I could detect an undertone of irritation in her voice, though it was difficult to concentrate on such subtleties. Meanwhile Clista swaggered onto the dais in long, unhurried steps, clearly enjoying the way my gaze nervously followed her movements, and took a kind of short, multi-stranded whip from the rack of implements. Then she closed in.
She was far stronger than Lohni, and she did not seem to be holding back at all. She launched a blistering assault, striking twice for every blow of Lohni's and hitting me with enough force to snatch the breath from my lungs. I held out for a little while, screaming and sobbing but maintaining my determination not to ask for mercy. At one point I shouted out the battle cry of my father's clan, which made Lohni smile despite herself in amused recognition. She had long since stopped crying, as if fully resigned to her role as my tormentor. I still did not think she was enjoying herself, however, which was a kind of unsolicited mercy in itself.
In the end, of course, I did break down and beg. The pain was too severe and relentless, and I was beginning to think that they were going to torture me into unconsciousness if I refused to plead with them. The thought that they might ignore my pleas and simply continue crossed my mind, but I could not help trying.
"Please, please, stop, my lady!" I whimpered. "It hurts so much!" They had already beaten the eloquence out of me.
Relkada continued to jab at my body, and Lohni and Clista both raised their implements, but Karyana's voice froze them all in place.
"Hold a moment," she said firmly. "Areth, if they stop now, we are going to move on to the next stage of this evening's entertainment. You and Lohni are going to be strapped to a punishment block, down here among my guests, and toyed with in other ways. Are you ready for that, slave?"
"I'm ready for anything that will get me down from here," I sobbed. "Please, my lady."
Relkada hurried to the front of the stage and curtseyed. "Your excellency, he's a new slave and he's just endured a great deal. If I may suggest-"
"You may," Karyana interrupted, "but come down here."
Lohni smiled at me, as if to congratulate me on what I had survived. Clista, for her part, looked wryly disappointed that Karyana had made her stop so soon. Karyana herself was in disarray, her blouse open and her trousers and loincloth set aside so that her slave could touch and kiss her secret parts. It was surreal to look down and see the nakedness of the Suzerain of Ariskayne, the big, ponderous breasts and thick black pubic hair. Most of her guests were at least half unclothed as well. Karyana seemed completely at ease in her nudity, gripping Relkada's upper arm and talking in her ear with an air of authority as Relkada sat on a cushion by the Suzerain's low chair. It occurred to me that all of us – Lohni, me, Crell and Clista, and even Relkada herself – had now become pawns in a game of Karyana's making. I hung from the spiderweb, waiting to see what would happen. My body was a riotous garden of vividly blooming welts and bruises, but the pain of the beating and of Relkada's ministrations was already beginning to fade. This was a mixed blessing, since I was more aware than ever of the relentless biting of the ropes that held me suspended. I felt that I would happily accept any indignity, and a great deal of pain, if only they would let me down.
After a few minutes Relkada stood up and curtseyed again. What else could she possibly do, when commanded by her Suzerain? However, she looked cheerful and even perhaps a little eager when she turned to the dais and clapped her hands.
"Crell, Clista, take him down and lay him on his back for the moment. Clista, you may use your flogger if he tries to get up or roll over. Lohni, you may use your hands and lips to apologise to the boy for the pain you have just inflicted, but don't allow him to release his seed. And no talking, either of you."
I did not particularly want to stand up, roll over, or talk, so Relkada's orders were easy to obey. I was blissfully happy to be untied and lifted down by strong hands, and then laid down with reasonable gentleness near the edge of the dais. Lohni came up beside me, and she must have seen in my half-closed eyes that I wanted to be touched even here in front of an audience that saw us only as playthings and animals, and even though I was not to be permitted a climax. Earlier that day, she had said that we would never be allowed to touch each other, but only required to. It seemed that she had been wrong.
Lohni's lips descended onto mine, and her bound hands began to caress my scrotum and rub gently up and down the length of my shaft. My erection, which had disappeared entirely during the beating, returned with a vengeance. I had not been told I could touch Lohni in return, but I reached up towards her breasts anyway. She frowned, and at the same moment Relkada gently caught my wrists and pinned them to the dais above my head. Of course I did not dare resist, but sighed and lay back as Lohni licked and nuzzled at my nipples.
Meanwhile, Karyana was giving orders of her own. "Bring in the punishment block," I heard her tell someone. "The big one, that will hold both of them side by side. And have the handlers fetch Golaz from his cell in the male harem and bring him here."
"Chained, masked and belted as usual, your excellency?" a female voice replied.
"He won't be needing the belt," Karyana replied after a moment's consideration. "Now go."
Lohni was using her tongue on my cock now, so slowly and softly that there was no danger of my losing control and squirting my seed into her face and hair. I was content to luxuriate in the sensations, so different from the pain the serpent's tail had inflicted earlier. Relkada released my wrists, and murmured "Good slave," when I left my hands where they were. She leaned over me as well, kissing my face and stroking my upper body with fingertips that were now mercifully soft and gentle. Her perfume enveloped me, and made me almost forget that Lohni even existed.
[Feedback welcome as always. If you liked it, let me know why. If you hated it, let me know what I should be doing differently. If you have a suggestion for what should happen next, I'm all ears. In any case, dear reader, Happy New Year!]
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