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On the Block, Part 7
A Fantasy of Slavery by Wheldrake
"Delicious," Relkada said finally, her fingers still digging into my buttocks. "I simply can't resist the idea of taking this firm, virgin, male ass – and handing it over to Golaz for a good, hard pounding."
"No, my lady!" I wailed, but Karyana and the other women were already chortling in anticipation.
"Shut up, Areth," Relkada said firmly. "You can kick and scream as much as you want, but it's going to happen. Or come to think of it, you can't really do much kicking at the moment, can you?" She reached down and squeezed my right ankle, just above the leather strap that held it fast. "So delectably helpless." She slapped my rump hard, just the way she had slapped Lohni's a minute ago, and moved around to the other side of the punishment block. Though she stroked Lohni in passing, her attention was clearly on Golaz, who was standing passively between his handlers with a tremendous erection. Clear fluid was dripping from the head of his engorged cock onto the bare floor. Relkada stepped close to him, kissed his chest, and cupped his balls in her strong fingers.
"You'll do a good job on him, won't you?" she asked playfully. "Make him feel like a roast piglet on a spit?"
"I trust that by taking my own pleasure I will consign your slave to the very depths of degradation, my lady," Golaz answered gravely, inclining his head so that the horns of his metallic bull mask cast long shadows on the marble floor. If he was disappointed at being assigned to make use of me rather than Lohni, he gave no sign.
"I'm sure you will," Relkada laughed. "Enjoy yourself, Golaz, but don't dream of actually finishing without permission from Karyana or me. You're an instrument now, a mere plaything, not a prince having your own way with captive warriors." At any other time I might have wondered what she meant by that, but just then I was sweating and my stomach was churning as I tried to come to grips with the fate Relkada had decreed for me. My mind seemed to lack the space to accommodate anything but the awful thought that I was about to be penetrated by the enormous, dripping cock that had violated my mouth a few minutes ago, and that there was nothing I could do to save myself.
As if in a nightmare I saw Relkada push Golaz towards my side of the punishment block, and heard her call for Clista to fetch the "pleasure oil". A moment later Clista appeared in my vision with a wide clay pot, and Relkada dipped her fingers into it and began slathering a clear, sweet-smelling liquid over her huge artificial phallus and into the cleft between Lohni's buttocks. Lohni gasped and trembled beside me, but otherwise remained still and accepted Relkada's ministrations without a word of protest.
"Prepare the boy," Relkada instructed, and Clista inclined her head and withdrew. I bit my lip and gave a suppressed moan of consternation as I felt the viscous oil being applied to my own anus with a precise, clinical touch. Even Viyana and her servants had never ventured to touch me in that exact spot, and I tried instinctively to squirm away from the probing hand that I could only assume was Clista's. However, the straps held me fast, and I could do nothing but lie still and accept the indignity of being lubricated to receive Golaz's cock.
"Part of you looks eager to begin, at least," Relkada called to Golaz across Lohni's body and mine. "Are you ready to make one of Areth's worst nightmares come true? Anything you would like to say to him first?"
"Oh, please, my lady," I whimpered, almost beside myself with dread and awareness of my own vulnerability. Relkada slapped me instantly across the face.
"We've heard quite enough from you already, Areth. You might at least try to keep your mouth shut until Golaz mounts up."
"You and I are slaves," said Golaz's deep voice, and I realised to my surprise that he was addressing me directly. "Whatever we may have been or done before we felt the weight of the collar, we exist now to serve those who own us. Tonight I am going to serve by pounding you, and you are going serve by being spread and pounded . I will not deny that the prospect gives me pleasure, but remember that this would not be happening if it were not for the commandments of women. Both of us are pawns in their game." I heard the clank of chains, and remembered suddenly that his wrists and ankles were still shackled. "Might these be removed, my lady?" he asked. "It will be better, I think, if I can grasp him."
"No, you're going to have to cope," Relkada told him coolly. "Your handlers will hold you braced, if need be, and Clista will spread Areth's tight little bottom for you. Go ahead and do that at once, please, Clista. Unless our worthy Suzerain objects to these arrangements, of course."
"I heartily endorse them," Karyana declared quickly. "You know how much I like to see your body locked in steel, Golaz. What on Earth made you think I would give permission for you to be unshackled now?"
The question was left to hang unanswered. One of Clista's hands took a firm grip on each of my buttocks, and she drew them apart so forcefully that I felt as if I was going to be torn. I tried to imagine what I must look like from behind, for instance from Golaz's vantage point, and I shuddered as much as the straps would allow. My anus would be gaping, open to his cock like a dark, hungry mouth.
Relkada laughed and ruffled my hair. "I do believe the boy is frightened. Here Areth, give me a little kiss to pass on to Lohni's asshole."
Of course I wanted to plead with her, but I knew it would only invite another slap or an equally stinging rebuke. Instead I tried to communicate my desperation in the fervour with which I pressed my lips to the tip of her phallus, keeping my mouth shut in principled, literal obedience to her command, and in the way I rolled my eyeballs upwards to look at her as best I could. As I kissed her smooth, impersonal cock I knew that I wanted it inside me, not only to escape Golaz but also because I somehow believed that being penetrated by Relkada would affirm once and for all that I was her property and her treasured possession. Perhaps it was only that I hoped Relkada would protect me from Karyana and her savage whims, but I felt an overwhelming desire to belong to her as completely as possible and to be toyed with and tormented by her alone. She looked down at me and met my gaze directly, and although she was smiling in her amused, predatory way there was a solemnity in her eyes that made me think the message I wanted to communicate had been received and understood. If that was the case, however, she clearly had no intention of indulging my eagerness to be hers. She pulled away and spread Lohni's buttocks in exactly the way that Clista was spreading mine. Lohni gave a long sigh of unease, or perhaps anticipation.
"This may be a little loud, your excellency," Relkada said in mock apology. Her voice was thick with excitement.
"Get on with it, woman," Karyana panted tersely.
"You heard her," Relkada asserted cheerfully, and I understood that she was addressing Golaz only an instant before he pushed aggressively forwards. I felt a horrifying pressure at the entrance to my anus, and instinctively clenched my buttocks to resist the onslaught. The worst part was that I could feel Golaz's warmth and moisture, and could all too easily picture the slick, firm head of his cock as it thrust at me. I struggled, quite uselessly, and moaned aloud. At the same time I heard Lohni cry out as Relkada entered her, laughing and seemingly oblivious to my own distress.
Someone slapped my left buttock, hard. "Open yourself," Clista's voice said warningly. "This will be brutal, Areth, if you make him force his way into you."
Indeed, the pressure against my nether opening was only increasing, and I felt that my anus was about to be torn asunder like the gates of a city under siege. Capitulation might save me from actual damage, even if it meant giving up the struggle and accepting the humiliation of being fucked hard by another man. At the same time, every instinct screamed that I had to clench tight and go on resisting, and I was not sure that I had the willpower to force my muscles to relax and allow Golaz to have his way with me. I bit my lip to stifle another moan, and looked up pleadingly at Relkada only to see that she was still entirely preoccupied with Lohni. Relkada's hips moved in a regular, surging motion that reminded me of the act of riding, and her grinning face was beginning to glisten with sweat. Lohni was obviously offering no resistance whatsoever, and turning my head a little I could actually see Relkada's phallus emerge halfway from the cleft between Lohni's buttocks and then thrust back in like a sword being driven to the hilt. I could hear Lohni's mewls and whimpers over the excited panting and chatter of our audience, and the sounds she was making seemed to convey neither pain or pleasure but simply overwhelming sensation that rocked her to the very core. I was awed by Relkada's potency, her ability to reduce another woman to a condition so abject. At the same time, I saw that she was not going to save me from meeting exactly the same fate at the hands, or rather the cock, of Golaz.
Just as I was slipping into resignation, the pressure at my anus disappeared. For a glorious moment I thought Karyana had taken pity and given some secret gesture that would make Golaz desist, but then he grunted and pushed forwards again with redoubled force. I clenched hard and pulled away from him as much as the straps allowed, which of course was only a fraction of an inch. He bellowed with laughter.
"Do you think you can fight me, Areth?"
I was in no condition to explain that I had known fighting was useless ever since Relkada had tied my hands and bundled me into her carriage outside the auction hall where she had bought me like the piece of human livestock I was. If I was struggling against Golaz's mastery of me, which was really Relkada's and Karyana's, it was only because my bodily instincts refused to acknowledge what was obvious to my conscious mind. I think it was the booming note of triumph in Golaz's voice, more than anything else, that finally shattered even that final bastion of the proud, martial instincts that had been my birthright in the north. Bound, unclothed, aching from the torments of the spiderweb, manipulated by Clista's hands and assaulted by Golaz's rampant manhood, my body finally joined my mind in absolute surrender. All my muscles relaxed at once, and Golaz entered me so deeply that I felt his testicles slap against my skin with considerable force. He groaned in pleasure and victory, and I felt tears well up in my eyes and heard my voice begin to echo the sounds Lohni was making. I was taken.
"Someone ought to shut him up," Karyana announced abruptly. Her voice was thick with arousal, but the note of cruelty was clearer than ever. "Moram, perhaps you would care to oblige."
"Your excellency, do you mean-"
"Yes, I do. Just try to last as long as Golaz does."
The voice that had answered Karyana had been male, and I looked up to see the bearded man from the auction hall swaggering towards me. He was already naked, as many of Karyana's guests seemed to be by now, and his cock was half-erect and slick with fluid that also glistened in the black hair of his crotch and thighs. He came up to me and gave my cheek a rough pinch just as Golaz pushed forwards again and elicited another moan of discomfort. Moram chuckled and took a firmer grip on my head, holding it between his two broad, fleshy hands. Relkada gave no particular sign that she even noticed he had come up beside her. Viyana, on the other hand, watched Moram and me with a look of hungry expectation.
"It seems I'm going to have a taste of you after all," Moram remarked. His tone was firm, but not exactly unkind. "Or rather, that you're going to have a taste of me. Behave yourself, boy, and this will be perfectly gentle and civilised."
I knew what was expected of me, of course. For the second time that evening I opened my mouth and waited passively to receive another man. Moram simply looked down at me, his expression distinctly predatory, until Golaz drew back for another of his deep, slow thrusts. They penetrated me at precisely the same instant, one man fucking my face while the other fucked my tormented anus, and Moram seemed indifferent to the fact that he was following the lead of a shackled slave from the jungles of the south. I squirmed helplessly in my restraints and moaned around Moram's cock, simultaneously struggling not to gag as it swelled to its full erection and flirted with the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. Moram's taste was different from Golaz's, sharper and more pungent.
At some point in the ordeal silent tears began to trickle down my cheeks, more from the shame of being used as a helpless, naked plaything than from the physical discomfort of the "pounding" Golaz had promised. His movements were indeed becoming harder and faster, and Moram was increasing his own tempo in perfect coordination. I felt a warm hand that could only have been Relkada's caress my cheek, wiping away the tears on that one side, and that small indication that she had not forgotten me after all made the violent pressure inside my rectum and the salty taste filling my mouth suddenly seem almost bearable.
"Oh, he's crying," laughed a woman whose voice I did not recognise. "Such delightful tears. Could we not give him a little more to cry about, your excellency?"
"Just don't kill the boy," Karyana replied indulgently, and almost at once something like a leather strap descended across my shoulder blades and made me howl in pain. My whole body shuddered with the impact, and the movement seemed to drive both Moram and Golaz to a new height of arousal. Suddenly they were both thrusting hard and grunting like animals, and the strap or whatever it was seemed to be licking at my flesh like a tongue of fire. I screamed and pulled madly at the restraints that held me fast, retaining just enough self control to avoid biting down on Moram's cock. He was leaking copiously into my mouth, and I wondered giddily if he was going to drown me in his fluids before Golaz managed to split me in two from behind. I wept and moaned and struggled like a sacrifice bound on an altar.
"Please, my lady," Golaz groaned, and Karyana laughed in reply.
"Very well then," she said simply. "Whenever you wish."
I heard Golaz's voice rise to a furious bellow only an instant before hot liquid flooded into my rectum. The understanding that another man had used my anus for his pleasure was so utterly surreal that the inevitable sense of humiliation and deepened helplessness did not at first sink in. Indeed I felt pure physical relief when Golaz finally withdrew, even as Moram poured his seed down my throat at precisely the same moment. Following what I had suffered from Golaz, this new violation seemed like nothing more than an unpleasant afterthought. I spat out what I could and swallowed the rest, grimacing at the acrid, unaccustomed taste but accepting what was impossible to avoid. I shuddered under another blow of the strap, which was equally unavoidable, and let my head hang passively over the side of the punishment block. The last of Moram's seed dripped from my lips to the floor.
There was a minute or two of silence, broken only by the hoarse panting of Golaz and Moram. Relkada was panting too, I realised, and had pulled out of Lohni. I was still braced for another painful descent of the strap across my back or shoulders, but the dreaded stroke never landed. A hand touched the back of my neck, and then ruffled my hair, and I looked up to see a sweaty and smiling Relkada standing over me with her artificial phallus jutting nonchalantly into my face.
"Beautiful," she murmured.
"Beautiful indeed," Karyana affirmed. "Your slaves have been more than delightful, Relkada, as always. I trust you won't mind if I keep young Areth with me tonight?"
Relkada's expression hardly changed, but I thought I noticed just the slightest tightening of her mouth and furling of her brow. "I'm flattered by your interest in his charms, your excellency," she said carefully. "But I hope you will consider that he's a new slave, fresh out of training, and that he's had a long and hard evening already. I beg your leave to take him home."
"I'm not a tyrant," said Karyana calmly enough, but there was an edge in her voice that had not been there previously. "He belongs to you, and you can take him home if you want to. Mind you, I'm not proposing to be too hard on the boy. I want him in my bedchamber, not down in the dungeon, and I'll be gentle enough with him. And of course, you would be compensated quite generously for permitting him to stay. I understand that the expenses of your household have been growing of late, as you acquire more slaves and servants."
"I appreciate your excellency's generosity, as always, but the expenses of my household are well in hand. We've used Areth hard and he needs a chance to recover, which I suspect would be difficult in the bedchamber of a woman as virile and inventive as yourself. I must insist on putting him to bed in my slave quarters tonight, after a hot bath and a thorough rubbing."
If the reference to Karyana's virility and inventiveness had been meant as a compliment, the Suzerain did not seem particularly appreciative. She had edged closer to Relkada, so that I could see both of them when I nervously lifted my head. Karyana was still stark naked, but there was nothing remotely sexual in her nudity. In fact, she looked disconcertingly angry and frustrated, and she was practically glaring at Relkada. She might not be a tyrant, but I suspected that people rarely refused her wishes.
"Let's ask the boy, at least," she said curtly. "Areth, have we beaten and fucked so much of the starch out of you that you need to go home with Relkada? Or are you still strong enough to stay and entertain me tonight? I promise I won't be too hard on you, and if you please me I'll allow you to release your seed. I rather doubt Relkada permits that in her male slave quarters."
"Your excellency, I must ask you to-"
"No, you mustn't. Let him answer."
"Very well," Relkada replied coolly, though I could see by now that she was fuming. It had to be obvious to Karyana as well. Relkada's had lowered her head a little, so that she did not have to look Karyana in the face, but her cheeks were flushed despite her dusky skin and there was tension in every line of her body.
The sensible thing, I suppose, would have been to give myself to Karyana for the night. She was the Suzerain of Ariskayne, a woman who could have crushed Relkada like a fly had she chosen, and the prospect of an orgasm and a night in what would surely be a bedchamber of surpassing opulence sounded rather more attractive than being locked up in Relkada's slave quarters. But I belonged to Relkada, perhaps even in more ways than one despite the fact that we had only met that afternoon, and her wishes were all too obvious.
"Forgive me, my lady," I mumbled, "but I'm exhausted and in pain. I beg that you remain merciful and permit me to return home with my lady Relkada."
"I thought you northern animals were supposed to be tough," Karyana scoffed. She loomed over me, her breasts hanging like granite slabs. "I'll let Relkada take you home tonight, but there will be a time when she leaves you to my tender mercies."
"Of course there will, your excellency," Relkada said placatingly.
"When it comes," Karyana continued implacably, "you may well find that I'm in no mood to spare you the rigours of the dungeons." She caressed my cheek, but the gesture turned into a rough pinch that made me gasp in pain.
"As for you, Relkada, don't think you can keep this Areth from me forever. If you're going to dangle a fine cut of meat in front of me, I'll sink my teeth in sooner or later."
"I don't want to keep him from you forever," Relkada assured her. "I only want to make sure we don't ruin him before either of us has had a chance to really enjoy him. He'll be an even finer cut once he's been properly trimmed and seasoned." Inspiration seemed to strike her. "If you'd really like company tonight, I'd be happy to leave Lohni, with not a penny of compensation required. You've already been extraordinarily generous, my lady." Relkada curtsied deeply, which did not look as ridiculous as it should have considering the phallus still waving in front of her.
"A slave wench is the last thing I want tonight," Karyana shot back. "No, I'll wear myself out on one of my own men and then collapse." She took a deep breath and seemed to pull herself together. "I don't blame you for wanting to keep Areth to yourself for the moment, Relkada. He's the most delicious thing to come this way for quite some time. Don't you agree, Golaz?"
"With utmost fervour, my lady," Golaz said at once, and Karyana laughed.
"Utmost fervour," she repeated. "You simply can't stop being a prince and scholar, can you, slave boy? You, Argal and Reyno, take him back to the male harem and give him two dozen before you chain him for the night. He'll learn some humility sooner or later. Bring Calmon to my bedroom before you start in on Golaz, though. Just have him waiting for me in the silver cage – I'll be up in a few minutes."
"Your excellency," chorused two male voices, and I heard the clank of chains as Golaz was led away. I felt mildly relieved to be free of the presence of the man who had violated me at Relkada's command, though he seemed unimportant in the face of Karyana's mood. Her palpable irritation was like a storm gathering over Relkada's head, not to mention my own. She stared hard at me for a minute, then turned away without another word.
The tension in the room collapsed instantly. Someone, presumably a slave who had entered quietly while Lohni and me were being worked over, began playing a zither. The guests and their slaves collected their belongings and filed out of the room, some pausing to caress Lohni's body or mine. Relkada divested herself of the phallus she had been wearing, turning her back to deny me another glimpse of her bush as she did so, and slipped back into the gown she had been wearing when we had left her manor a thousand years ago. I felt as if I could fall asleep right there, strapped down beside Lohni on the punishment block, but Relkada clearly had other ideas. She clapped her hands briskly once the last guest had left the room, followed by the zither player.
"They're to be chained, leashed and wrapped in their blankets for the trip home," she told Crell and Clista. Amazingly enough her voice was almost completely devoid of fatigue. "One of you can take them down to the carriage while the other gathers my things. I will join you in a few minutes." She swept her gaze over all four of us, and left the room. I hung my head, sore and exhausted and inwardly bruised by the way Relkada had abandoned us without so much as a kiss or a kind word. It seemed to count for nothing that we had been suffering for her all evening, faithfully playing our parts in the cruel drama that she had constructed for the edification of her jaded audience. I had felt almost treasured and protected, not to mention relieved, when she had refused so steadfastly to keep me from Karyana. Now it seemed clear that I was indeed only a northern beast in her eyes, or even a cut of meat to be held back from Karyana only until I could be "properly trimmed and seasoned". Tears came to my eyes as Crell and Clista, who were presumably going to have a large hand in my trimming and seasoning, unfastened my restraints and hauled me off the punishment block with impersonal, implacable firmness.
"Oh, look," Clista chuckled, as she pulled my arms behind my back so that Crell could lock the familiar manacles around my wrists. "The boy's crying again."
[Feedback welcome, as always. And more to come, as soon as the mundane pressures of life give me a little breathing space.]
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