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On the Block, Part 11
A fantasy of slavery by Wheldrake
I held still as Relkada freed me from the cuffs, my cock stiff and my heart pounding. I did not know how I was expected to behave, but it seemed safest to keep my limbs stretched out towards the four corners of the bed even after the restraints were off. Relkada was still lying half on top of me. She caressed my chest, running her fingers through the light coating of hair, and kissed and nuzzled at my neck.
"Why are you doing this, my lady?"
"Because it pleases me," she replied coolly. "And because I think I already know you well enough to be sure you won't do anything rash. Watching a man grapple with pain, fear and arousal reveals a great deal about his character, if one knows what to look for."
"May I ask what you see in my character, then?"
"Self-possession," she said after a moment. "Despite what we in Ariskayne like to say about northerners, you seem to be a man who can control his impulses when he must. Some slaves dig in their heels, out of either pride or a desire to regain their freedom, and fight and kick and spit defiance every step of the way until they have the defiance beaten out of them. You, on the other hand, seem to understand already that defiance is pointless. You obviously have some notion of how much trouble you'll get yourself into if you try to fight me or escape from me, and that's why I can let you lie here unrestrained without worrying that anything particularly bad will happen. Were you always this sensible, or did Viyana just do a good job of breaking you in?"
I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Viyana never had to break me, exactly. I think I understood from the beginning that I was helpless once I had signed myself over to her, and that I simply had to obey. Even if I managed to escape, runaway slaves don't stand a particularly good chance in Ariskayne."
"No, they don't, and you could hardly hope to slip out of the city with that pale skin and golden hair. You'd find yourself back at my feet in a second, and I'd take steps to make you regret your little escapade."
"I know, my lady," I assured her. "But please understand that I don't obey you only out of fear. I belong to you now, I respect the laws and customs that make me your property, and I want to serve you and please you to the best of my ability. If I'm going to be a slave, I'm determined to be a good one."
She smiled and kissed me full on the lips. "I think I'm going to enjoy you, Areth. Many young men in your position don't even seem capable of understanding that slavery is something that can be done well. Being my property will never be easy, but if you genuinely put your heart into serving me then you may find that it has its rewards."
"I'll do my best, my lady," I promised.
"Really?" There was a new note in her voice, something bright and challenging. "All right, then." Abruptly, she rolled off me and stretched out on her back, her legs parted and both her wrists resting lightly on my extended right arm. "Show me how good you can be, my slave. Please me."
I gently removed my arm from beneath hers, and knelt up on the bed beside her naked body. I could almost imagine that I was back with Ebri in the miserable little training room, except that the woman sprawled across the fur blanket in front of me was infinitely more beautiful and alluring. Her dark hair blended imperceptibly into the sable of the blanket, which made the olive tones of her skin seem almost pallid by comparison. Her breasts were fleshy pillows, their nipples as stiffly erect as my straining cock, and the contours of her thighs and belly were like a mysterious, unexplored landscape. I could smell her arousal, combined with the spice and sweetness of her perfume. Relkada's body was soft and generous in places where Ebri's had been taut and leathery, inviting where Ebri's had been forbidding. Even more to the point, Ebri's usual expression during her harsh lessons had been a cold, dismissive sneer. Relkada was looking up at me with her eyes aglow and her lips slightly parted in expectation.
I still wanted to throw myself on top of her, but of course I did no such thing. I leaned slowly down towards her bosom, and when she held up one hand I froze instantly.
"You are about to touch the body of the woman who owns you," she reminded me. "I expect care, creativity, and something like reverence."
"Yes, my lady," I almost whispered.
"You may proceed," Relkada said gravely, and lowered her hand.
I began by kissing the tops of her breasts and the gentle slopes of the valley between them, pressing my lips gently to her soft, warm flesh. I moved slowly towards her nipples, moving back and forth between the left and right sides of her bosom and forcing myself to listen carefully to her breathing and attend to the small, seeming inconsequential movements of her body. Ebri had always been quick to punish any slave who either rushed in too quickly or was too slow to move beyond what she considered to be mere preliminaries. When Relkada began to sigh in pleasure and twist ever so slightly back and forth on the soft expanse of sable, I moved my lips briskly to her left nipple and sucked hard.
She moaned and clutched at my head, pulling me to her, only to release me a moment later. She seemed to want to leave me free to attempt to please her in my own way. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her nipple, gradually increasing the pace as she gasped and squirmed under my ministrations. When I felt a slight but abrupt change in the rhythm of her movements, I slowed down for a moment and then shifted to her other nipple. Relkada made a sound almost like a whimper, and her hands came up to knead and caress my shoulders. Her touch was rough and possessive, but I was too excited to find it really uncomfortable in spite of my soreness from the day's previous adventures. Propped on my knees and my left hand, holding my body clear of hers for the moment, I reached up with my right hand and began to stroke her left nipple. It was already well lubricated with my saliva, and my fingers glided easily over the surface of that firm little bud of flesh. She moaned deep in her throat, a sound that made me glow with triumph until it occurred to me to wonder if Crell had heard it earlier that evening. A moment later, Relkada seized my right hand and thrust it down towards her vulva.
There were many ways, I had learned from Ebri, to touch that part of a woman's body. If Relkada had been less impassioned, I would have drawn my fingertips along her labia in long, slow caresses until I felt wetness and heard her breathing quicken. At present, however, she seemed to be in no mood for such subtlety, and indeed I found that she was already sopping when my hand entered the dense thicket at her loins. I fumbled at her cleft until I found the hard little pearl of her womanhood, and then began to move my fingers in quick, precise strokes.
Relkada groaned and bucked, but I was ready for this and had no difficulty following her movements with my hand. Her large dark eyes were locked on mine, her lips slightly parted and raised expectantly. I lowered my face slowly to hers, trying to keep the need for reverence uppermost in my mind, and I kissed her as tenderly and delicately as I had ever kissed a woman in my life. It was Relkada who chose to press harder, as if impatient with my very gentleness, and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. At the same moment she seized my buttocks and pulled my hips down towards her body.
What she wanted was all too obvious, and yet my courage almost failed. The act of fucking the woman who owned me, of actually thrusting into her while she lay on her back beneath me, seemed wrong and immensely disrespectful in a way that I could not quite define. I had always assumed that sex with a mistress would involve her descending on my supine body, riding my cock at a pace of her own choosing. Now Relkada was the one lying back, passive and accommodating, and inviting me to take her. The very part of me that accepted her ownership was inclined to balk at the idea of treating Relkada like a woman stretched out for my own pleasure.
What saved me from disobedience, I suppose, was the ruthless pressure of her fingernails digging into my ass. The pain gave me an excellent reason to comply at once, and the insistence of her touch expressed her eagerness more eloquently than any spoken command. My sense of propriety was no match for the will of my mistress. With my lips still locked to hers, I took hold of my own cock and guided it to her inviting cleft. Her grasp tightened still further, and I groaned in mingled pain and pleasure as I entered her.
Relkada took charge at once, using her firm grip on my buttocks to alternately drive me deep into her loins and drag me back in preparation for the next thrust. I felt like a kind of giant puppet, plunging and rocking in obedience to a rhythm that she dictated with no more effort than a woman might expend in kneading a loaf of bread. If anything I would have preferred to go more slowly, but her hands were uncompromising in forcing me to pound her hard and fast. Our lips slipped apart and she looked up at me with a cool, possessive smile, revelling in her ability to make me move exactly as she wished. Relkada lay almost perfectly still, and was silent apart from small, sharp gasp and sighs. Nevertheless, I sensed her rising passion in the increasing quickness of her breath against my neck.
At the same time, Relkada was tight and wet and incredibly warm, and it had been several days since I had last been allowed to release my seed at Ebri's feet.
"Please, my lady, I won't be able to do this much longer," I gasped.
"You'll do it for as long as I like, Areth," she panted, somehow managing to sound as firm and authoritative as ever. "Or else."
I steeled myself to hold out for as long as I possibly could, but after only a few more strokes Relkada groaned, "Now, Areth." She bore down harder than ever with her fingernails, and sank her teeth into my shoulder with shocking, casual force even as her voice trailed off in a long moan of pleasure. I released some mental valve whose nature I did not begin to comprehend, and suddenly my seed flowed into Relkada in a convulsive flood. I think I made a sound and dared to reach down to clasp her tightly and bestow another long, hot kiss, but the only thing I truly remember about that moment is the overwhelming sense of release.
We must have remained locked together like that for several minutes, as our breathing slowed and my cock gradually wilted and finally slipped free. Relkada laughed at that moment, and gave my rump a gentle slap.
"Time to get off me, Areth. Lie on your back."
I rolled sideways, a little reluctantly, and stretched out next to Relkada on the sable blanket. I felt something like relief when she immediately moved closer and threw her arm across me in a possessive embrace.
"I believe that was exactly what I needed tonight. You've done well at pleasing me, my young northern slave."
"Thank you, my lady," I replied bashfully. "It was a pleasure for me as well, if I may say so."
"Of course you may." She frowned thoughtfully, and added, "Or at least, you may say it to me. Not to anyone else, or it could be dangerous for both of us. Do you understand why?"
"Because you might have a child, and you would rather have people think it was Crell's?" It was the first thing that popped into my mind.
Relkada laughed gently, and nuzzled at my cheek. "Not at all, you fool. I'm not going to have Crell's baby or yours, I promise. I visit an apothecary in the city, and her preparations ensure that I will not be fertile until a time of my choosing. Guess again."
More than anything I wanted to sleep, but my mind was also now sufficiently re-equilibrated that I could see what Relkada was driving at.
"You told Karyana that I was too worn out for her bed, my lady," I said with reasonable confidence. "If she finds out that I was in yours tonight, she'll hurt us both."
"Exactly," Relkada told me with a grim smile. "Or rather, her revenge will be more savage than ever, since I'm sure she's already nursing a grudge just because I snatched you away from her. But you must not speak to anyone, not Crell or Lohni or particularly Clista, about what happened between us just now. Not to the other slave men, and not even to Gianna and Eylak. Let them all guess."
"Eylak, my lady?"
"The black woman outside."
I took a moment to digest this. "I'm sure that Gianna at least will be able to guess rather well," I observed, smiling despite myself.
"Yes, but if you don't tell her, she can still say honestly that she doesn't know anything. That sort of thing can be important here in Ariskayne."
"I will obey, of course, my lady." I looked across at her, and decided to test the waters and see if she might offer a little more kindness. "I wouldn't talk to the other male slaves anyway," I said carefully. "They haven't exactly been welcoming."
I bit my lip when Relkada merely chuckled and pinched my cheek. "The other boys have been cruel to you, have they? What exactly happened to my little golden pleasure toy? Do tell."
She seemed more inclined to savour my tale than extend sympathy, but I grimly forged ahead. "It was when I was chained to my bed in the slave quarters," I recounted as calmly as I could. "One of the other slaves came over to the bed, and touched my cock and balls, and hurt me a little. He said he was doing it to put me in my place, my lady."
"Would you say that he succeeded?" she asked, eyeing me with amused interest.
"He and I are both your slaves," I said insistently. "He may have been here longer, but I don't see why that gives him any right to lord it over me like that."
"Oh, neither do I," Relkada quickly agreed, but I could not detect any note of particular concern in her voice.
"Oric was outside, but he didn't do anything to protect me," I complained. "I don't think he saw what was happening."
"And which of the boys did this to you?"
I hesitated, weighing my desire to have Harjan punished against the risk that he might torment me more relentlessly than ever if he discovered that I had complained about him to the woman who owned us both.
"Or would you rather not tell me?" Relkada asked with a knowing smile. She seemed to understand exactly why I was reluctant to speak.
"Would it do any good, my lady?" I barely tried to conceal my bitterness. "You don't seem inclined to take this very seriously."
"It was Harjan, I suppose," she mused aloud, as if I had not spoken. I sighed, and after a moment I nodded slowly. I dared to look Relkada in the eye, a final unspoken plea for her intervention, and she leaned over to give me a languid kiss and run her fingers through my hair.
"Poor slave. It's always difficult for a new boy or girl. In the male slave quarters, Harjan is usually the one to try to make new arrivals accept a low place in the pecking order, as it were. I expect your elder sisters in slavery will expect a certain deference as well, although you'll be interacting with them rather less. Apart from Lohni, of course, but she seems rather taken with you."
I swallowed hard. "And you're not going to do anything to stop them?"
"I'm quite sure that Oric did see what happened," she said slowly, instead of answering my question directly. "He and the other handlers are under orders not to interfere with little power struggles among the slaves, unless they get completely out of control. You're going to be locked up every night with the other slave men, and you'll be training and working every day alongside both the men and the women, and you're going to have to come to terms with them on your own. I'm not your mother, Areth, and I'm not going to protect you."
"But why not?" I pleaded.
Relkada laughed, and suddenly gave my nipple a hard pinch. "Because I rather like the idea of Harjan doing things like that to you in the middle of the night, for one thing. Also because I simply can't be bothered to police petty conflicts among men and women who are, after all, mere property." She caressed me, as if in half-hearted apology for the harshness of her words. "A little unwanted slapping and tickling in the male slave quarters is well beneath my notice. But you should also understand that I refuse to interfere partly out of kindness."
"Letting Harjan have his way with me is a strange sort of kindness, my lady."
"Not really," she replied with a shrug of her bare shoulders. "Would you really like to be coddled and controlled to the point where you had no independence, no opportunities to struggle for status and respect even among your fellow slaves? By leaving you to fend for yourself, I'm permitting you to hold onto one little scrap of manhood and dignity. If you really want to be taken in hand and protected from the other slaves, you may certainly beg me, and I might even consider it. But I would suggest, Areth, that you think carefully before doing any such thing."
I was too tired for much more thinking that night. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, already half-convinced of the truth of her words. "I don't think I want to beg, my lady," I said at length. "At least not right now."
"All right, then. It's nearly time to throw you back to the wolves, although fortunately for you they'll probably be fast asleep." She embraced me and pulled me close for another kiss. "You're a delightful slave boy, Areth."
"Thank you, my lady. But can't I sleep here just tonight?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You're my slave, not my husband. Besides, just think how much Harjan would hate you if he found out you'd been allowed to sleep in my bed."
"Won't he hate me just for coming here, my lady?"
"Yes, probably. Which means you have a decision to make." There was a glint in her eye that struck me as slightly diabolical. "They'll have noticed your absence, of course, and they'll be looking for an explanation. If you don't want them speculating, you may request that I give you a few strokes of my favourite cane before sending you back. It leaves beautiful marks, and the other boys won't have any reason to envy or resent you if they think you were simply hauled out of bed to receive a punishment."
"Haven't I been out of the slave quarters too long for that?"
"Clever boy, but no. Sometimes punishments involve being locked up alone for a little while beforehand, to stew in anticipation. Or afterwards, for that matter, to think over one's misdeeds while the pain is still fresh."
"All right, then. Please give me those few strokes, my lady."
"Are you sure? If you are, kneel on the floor and beg to be caned."
I gave Relkada a pleading look, but she simply raised her eyebrows. Reluctantly, I slid off the bed and knelt on the carpet. "Please cane me, my lady. Please put marks on me so the other slaves think I was punished tonight." It sounded like a rather feeble attempt even to me, but it was the best I could do.
"With pleasure," Relkada said coolly, stretching and rising to her feet. "Wait there, Areth."
I took her command literally, remaining in place as if rooted to the spot. I was kneeling upright facing the bed, my hands at my sides and my cock dangling limply in front of my slightly parted thighs. I turned my head to follow Relkada's movements as she walked unhurriedly to the door of her bedchamber. She was still as naked as I was, and the lamplight fell softly on the dusky expanse of her buttocks as they undulated with every step. Despite having reached my climax only minutes ago, I felt a distinct stirring as I watched her.
She opened the door and spoke quietly to someone just outside, presumably Eylak the guardswoman. I wondered uneasily if Relkada had decided that I needed to be caned by a stronger arm than her own. She stepped back, holding the door open, and Eylak strode purposefully into the room with Gianna at her heels. Their swift movements and hard leather boots seemed incongruous in the tasteful confines of Relkada's boudoir, to say nothing of the clanking of Eylak's mail coat. Relkada, for her part, closed the door and followed at a more leisurely pace, seemingly unconcerned about being seen unclothed by her servants.
"Put him face down on the bed," she commanded. I hastily clambered up onto the bed myself, but the women were quick to seize me and stretch me out on the sable coverlet. Eylak grabbed my wrists and pulled them up above my head, and at almost the same moment I felt Gianna's weight bearing down on my ankles. Eylak's wiry, muscular build was nothing like Gianna's fleshy solidity, but they were both strong women who handled me with a calm, intimidating assurance. I knew that I was perfectly helpless in their grasp, even as I luxuriated in the softness of the coverlet under my body.
Relkada caressed and kneaded my left buttock, then slapped it hard with her open palm. I mewled in pain, and she chuckled gently.
"Still very tender, aren't you, Areth? Wait till I give you a taste of this." She took hold of my chin and turned my head, forcing me to look at the slender wooden cane in her other hand. I grimaced, and turned away again the moment she released me.
"I'm not sure I want to be beaten after all, my lady," I quavered.
"It's too late for that, slave. The only mercy I'm prepared to grant is permission to scream and struggle as much as you like. The walls of this bedchamber are thick, and Gianna and Eylak will see to it that you don't break free."
"Then please get on with it, my lady," I begged through gritted teeth.
Relkada chuckled again and bent down to kiss the back of my neck. Her soft breasts pressed deliciously against me from behind, and her hair tumbled over my face and upper arms like a dark curtain. My cock began to harden beneath me.
"Remember that you asked for this," she whispered into my upturned ear, and then pulled her body away from mine as she rose to her full height. Seconds later I heard a sharp swishing sound that I connected to the cane a second too late to brace myself for its impact. Agony flared across my buttocks, and I shrieked and sank my teeth into my own left bicep. All three women laughed as I bucked and writhed, quite uselessly given that female hands held my wrists and ankles as firmly as iron manacles. My erection instantly wilted, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Then Relkada hit me again.
I suppose there were only a half dozen strokes, or eight or nine at most, but by the end I was sobbing and pleading with her to stop. Nevertheless, I was surprised when she unceremoniously lowered the cane and leaned over to ruffle my hair and give my neck another kiss.
"You'll have some lovely stripes to show off in the slave quarters," she informed me cheerfully. "Here, come and look."
Eylak and Gianna released me at once, and Relkada took me by the hand and led me over to one of the largest mirrors I had ever seen. I was not particularly eager to survey whatever fresh damage Relkada's cane had inflicted on my poor tortured buttocks, but I was even less eager to risk displeasing her with a display of reluctance. Confronted by the sight of my own nakedness, I turned my back to the mirror and made an awkward attempt to look over my shoulder to see the state of my throbbing posterior.
"No need for that," Relkada chuckled. "Bring my little hand mirror, Gianna."
The hand mirror was about the size of Gianna's palm, and had a silver handle. When Gianna held it up at just the right angle, I had a perfectly clear view of the angry red lines that crossed the pale expanse of my buttocks. They were almost perfectly parallel and evenly spaced, which testified to Relkada's skill with the cane. I was almost equally impressed with the awful clarity of those marks of torment and with the trick of using a second mirror to display my backside, which I had never seen done before. But then, I had seldom been in a house luxurious enough to contain two mirrors.
"Thank you, my lady," I said, a little miserably.
"You're very welcome. Here, come." Relkada turned me away from the mirror and enfolded me in her arms. Her breasts were soft against my torso, and her pubic hair tickled the end of my cock. I could smell her lingering arousal, combined with the spice and sweetness of her perfume. She kissed me, more fondly than lustfully, and then guided my forehead to her shoulder. The difference between my stature and hers made the posture a slightly awkward one, but I was happy enough to accept the comfort she offered even as her fingertips reached behind me and travelled gently along the marks of the cane.
"I'm glad I bought you today, Areth."
"I'm glad too, my lady," I mumbled.
"We'll see how you feel about that after a few weeks of being under my thumb," she said calmly. "It may become a little easier in some ways, but it will become much harder than others." I reluctantly straightened myself as Relkada drew back and looked at me seriously.
"Do keep your head, my slave, and be careful of your tongue. I can promise severe consequences if you forget yourself. For now, you should have time to sleep for another three or four hours before morning exercises." She released me fully and turned away. "You had better bind him and take him now, Gianna. Eylak, tell Seri or whoever comes to relieve you that I am not to be woken until at least the eleventh bell for anything short of fire, flood or mutiny. I trust Valkni and the handlers to groom my new acquisition and introduce him to the household routine."
"Yes, my lady," Gianna and Eylak said almost in unison. They took my arms and bustled me hastily towards the door, seemingly convinced that Relkada wanted me out of the way as soon as possible.
"Good night, Areth," Relkada called after me. I turned back to reply, but Gianna was already pulling the door closed while Eylak held my arms fast. I sighed and lowered my head as the women tied my wrists behind my back. It hardly seemed necessary, considering that I was feeling so drained that I could not have struggled even if I had wanted to, but I knew better than to argue as the ropes bit into my flesh.
"Come on, march," Gianna said briskly, taking the familiar grip on my arm. "You did well to please her tonight, but dawn comes early and you won't be allowed to sleep in. The sooner I give you back to Oric, the sooner you can be chained to your own bed and fast asleep."
"Just don't make me walk too fast," I mumbled. "I ache all over."
She chuckled, not unkindly, and steered me out of Relkada's anteroom at a pace that I felt I could manage. The walk through the dim hallways of the manor to the male slave quarters passed in a blur of exhaustion. If Gianna and I spoke, I have no memory of what we said. I do recall that I was almost glad to see the intimidating figure of Oric, seated like a massive human boulder in his chair in the corner of the little room outside the male slave quarters. He smirked at the site of my naked, drooping body, but said nothing as he rose to his feet and turned the key in the lock. The door of the prison I shared with Relkada's other slave men swung open to receive me.
"He's all yours," Gianna said quietly, and released my left arm as soon as Oric had grasped my right in one powerful hand. I had hoped she would at least say good night, and perhaps even leave me with a kiss or caress that I could remember as I drifted to sleep beside the other men, but she turned away and walked calmly out of the room without doing either of those things. How many times, I wondered, did I need to be brutally reminded that I was nothing more than livestock to these people?
The near-darkness of the slave quarters at least hid the tears of helplessness and self-pity that welled up in my eyes as Oric took me to my narrow bed. He untied my hands and nodded to the chamberpot on the floor nearby. At least I knew exactly what was expected of me. I squatted over the chamberpot without bothering to turn away from Oric, pissed into it without spilling a drop on the floor, and then went to the bed and stretched out submissively on my back with my arms over my head. I think I was asleep before he even had me cuffed.
[Profuse apologies for not finishing and posting this much sooner, but Real Life has been a demanding master lately. I think the story has reached a good stopping place, so this will be the last episode of "On the Block" that I post to this forum, although I might work it up into a proper novel eventually. All kinds of feedback are more than welcome, as always. I'll continue to post bits of fiction and poetry here as time allows (and things actually do seem to be easing off a little), so let me know if there's anything you'd particularly like me to write about. I'm always interested in exploring new ideas, and after all, I aim to please. Thanks very much to everyone who has commented on earlier episodes - without your input and encouragement, I very much doubt I would have kept the story going this long.]
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