The King's Tempory Slave

Chapter 5. Sex slave to friends

Part of the afternoons I spent in Sapphire's office working on these notes and several times I saw the king but he totally ignored me and I knew better than to approach him, even if I technically wasn't a slave at that moment. At first I looked up every time someone entered the room but after a while I became engrossed in my writing and oblivious to the comings and goings. "Good afternoon Carol," a familiar voice greeted me. Brenda and Ken Wilson stood before my desk; the friends that got me the initial interview with King Joshua. I looked up wide-eyed. I knew they were coming out here to do some work but never expected to see them.

"Good afternoon ma'am, sir," I replied.

"Very formal," Brenda laughed, "I heard you had a little spanking the other night and again yesterday morning."

"Is that gold sash temporary or permanent?" enquired Ken.

"For another one and a half hours at least I'm a free woman or as free as I can be in this place. After that it is up to Sapphire how long it is before she takes it away. Usually I can wear it until dinner."

"Are you trying to book my friend for the night Ken Wilson?" Brenda remarked in mock reproof, "Because if you are I'm asking for one of the men."

"Well I certainly wouldn't be allowed to get into her knickers when we're back home. Here she won't even be wearing any and she cannot refuse. Yes, I am certainly going to book her."

"Then I will try out a cock slave," Brenda retorted but their was laughter in her voice.

"If you wish for a well endowed one ma'am, ask for Jim," I suggested. Sapphire came back and I returned to my work wondering if jealousy would arise later if Ken did fuck me in front of Brenda and what our relationship would be like after I returned home.

Each day, a little before my time as a free woman was officially over, I went to the pool area and undressed and played in the water. Ettie remarked on my first visit, "You don't need water wings, Carol, you've got them built in," referring of course to my breasts. We played like children, somehow it released the tension and restrictions of slavery for a short while. Before dinner Sapphire came and took my sash away. I was a lowly slave again.

After dinner while we drank iced apple tea, Willy came to me again and handed me the paper I half expected. 'Carol to Mr. Wilson, room N 24'. He also went to Jim. Jim read it and stood ready to leave. "Wait for me Jim," I called and seeing his puzzled expression, I went on, "You're going to N 24 aren't you?" I told him the story on the way. "Sorry for dropping you in it Jim, but I thought that if she had someone bigger than normal, she might not be so resentful of Ken having me. Indirectly they were the ones who got me into this.

"Don't worry about it Carol. This is a very common situation. Hubby sees a nubile young girl and compares her to his frumpy wife and decides to swap for the evening. Wifey retaliates by getting a young boy. If the boy pleases her, then generally all is well. It is not quite so important that the girl pleases the man although of course she always has to try and do so."

"Brenda isn't exactly frumpy and she's my age but not as top heavy," I giggled a little.

Ken let us in but, as usual, it was Brenda that started the conversation. "Carol, we almost had second thoughts about booking you seeing that we would like to continue to be friends when we're all back in England but as Ken remarked in the office, he will probably never get the chance again. I guess I wanted to see you being fucked as well. We've done this before with other slaves so he and I having different partners is no problem. It's just that we've known each other for so long. What we've decided is that we'll try and treat you as any other slave. Sex for sex sake and no personal involvement. How that works out remains to be seen."

"I'm here to await your instructions ma'am." I hoped that simple statement would indicate I agreed with them and was ready and willing to put aside our friendship for the time being.

"Good," Ken chortled and turned to his wife, "Now if you've finished making speeches dear we can get on. Slave Carol, please remove your dress and let us feast our eyes on your lovely body."

"Perhaps sir, you might care to put some music on although with only one item of clothing I cannot perform the dance of the seven veils." Brenda laughed and put a disc in the machine. I had no idea what it was but my undressing took about two minutes of uncovering a breast and then the other, continually hiding one part and revealing another. Gradually though I showed more and more of my body until with a flourish I tossed my dress on to a chair and stood before them completely naked. They clapped and asked to see my arse. Brenda seemed concerned over the severity of my punishment and touched me very gently. It looks as if you've had it in the bottom too," she stated, "It's very red around your ring. That's to be expected I suppose," she went on, " Zamarabean's are known for liking arse fucks." I told her about my training. "They've taken your pubic hair too. Is it permanent like the other slaves?"

"Yes, it is supposed to be. Are you thinking about having yours done? Or Ken's? It's nice when men tongue you without all the hair in the way and they seem to like it better." I knew I was making conversation to delay the inevitable.

"I've thought about it but never got round to it. I guess they would do it for visitors if we asked."

"I'll ask Sapphire if you like." Brenda nodded. "As long as you book me to hold your hand," I added.

"Ken would have to have his done too. That's also permanent isn't it Jim?" Brenda asked.

"Yes ma'am, it is. I had mine done on my first day here and it's been ten months and no sign of any growth,"

Ken slipped his trousers and shirt off and sat me on his lap. I flinched as I sat rather hard on his bony thigh but be whispered, "Sorry," in my ear.

"Your turn young man," Brenda turned to Jim who had waited quietly in a corner, "No need for any theatricals, just let me see clearly the weapon that protrudes the front of your dress." My dance routine must have excited him because he was already fully hard. It was a big as any I'd seen and bigger than any I'd had inside me. Brenda felt the smoothness where his pubic hair should have been and gasped at the size of his meat. I knew she was wondering if she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew.

Jim came to her rescue, he'd seen the reaction before. "Please don't be concerned over the size ma'am. I can be gentle with it if you wish."

"And if I don't wish?"

"I can do it hard and rough ma'am."

"Get him to do it hard dear. You've often fancied being raped by a big black prick. Now you've got the chance to experience it albeit with a sizeable white prick."

"If he does it to me like that, you've got to do her the same way," she replied, "No worrying that she's got a sore bum. She is only a lowly slave and we are superior guests." Brenda tried to sound smug but she was laughing as she said it.

Ken's weapon was hard too and pressing against my backside. "Okay, whose first? I think we ought to watch each other rather than bashing away at the same time. It will prolong our enjoyment." Ken won the card cut and decided Jim would perform first and that she would take it lying on her back, arse raised on a couple of pillows and her legs pulled back to her ears. This would give us a good view and Jim could penetrate fully.

He entered slowly. "Push it right in Jim. This is a rape simulation. Ram it in hard and deep." Ken exhorted. Jim did that and immediately Brenda cried out and let go of her legs. "Slave Carol, hold one foot while I hold the other," Ken ordered. From my position I had a very good view and could see Jim stretching her vagina as he pumped hard and fast in accordance with Ken's repeated instructions. Brenda kept groaning and giving little cries and by the end I think she was enjoying it. Jim had obviously been taught to hold back until the woman had climaxed and this he managed to do with Brenda and continued until she'd had a second one.

"Ooohh! That feels so tender now but what climaxes! I think I'll be sore for a week." Brenda gently rubbed her mound. "I think I need a gentle female tongue to clean and soothe me." I knew who she intended to do the cleaning but Ken interrupted, "Jim's prick needs cleaning first otherwise it's going to drip everywhere. Do you wish to do it or should we get our pet slave to do the job?"

"Oh Carol I think. I just want to lie back and wait for her tongue on me. She hasn't done it for many years and then I wasn't full of sperm." I blushed at her telling Ken we had a brief lezzie relationship in the past but this was forgotten as I took Jim's softening but still quite turgid prick in my mouth. My mind thought back that a week ago I would not have dreamed of sucking anything other than a clean prick, now I was cleaning a man after he'd climaxed inside another woman, and not for the first time either.

Brenda opened herself wide for me and insisted I clean her out as far as my tongue would go. She giggled and teased me the whole time.

"Your turn Ken." Brenda moved to one side of the bed and I took up her position and without hesitation held my own ankles. I was a slut as well as a slave. Pulling back on my legs stretched my buttock muscles, which caused me to give a little cry, but once I got used to it, the pain receded. Ken offered to do it in the normal missionary position but I said, "No, it won't be fair if we did that."

Ken tried to imitate Jim by plunging straight in and humping me hard and fast but he came before I was even warmed up. I cleaned him and he thoughtfully sucked me to a climax afterwards. Even so I felt a little let down. Brenda must have picked up on it too because later she suggested Jim ought to fuck me hard so I would have a cunt as sore as hers.

All four of us were lying side by side on the bed, Ken was fondling my tits and Jim was gently sucking Brenda's. Her hand slowly fingered his prick until it became hard again. "Pity I'm too sore to take this again," she said, "Perhaps you should give Carol a real hard fuck, not a few gentle thrusts like Ken did."

"Sapphire said slaves are not allowed to do it to each other," I pointed out but Ken said that only applied to secret illicit sex and not when ordered to by guests. Jim confirmed this was correct. I was ambivalent over this. On the one hand I quite fancied Jim and the other I didn't want to be sore for days and still have to service anyone who requested me. Had Jim been allowed to give me a nice pleasant fuck, I would have jumped at the chance but I knew Brenda wanted to get her own back and make me as sore too. At least I still had a quantity of Ken's sperm inside me to lubricate my passage and with all the sexual stimulation of the past week, I was probably a lot more open than she was. It didn't matter anyway. I had no choice. Perhaps that is one of the advantages of being a slave; the decisions are not yours to make but neither can you say no, without painful penalties.

Once more I took up my feet to ears pose and Jim placed his prick at my entrance. He must have had some sympathy for me because he rubbed the head along my slit a few times to pick up some lubrication and then only entered part way for the first few thrusts. By then my juices and the residual sperm made my vagina nice and slick. "Do it hard man," Brenda urged and Jim responded. I was also pretty worked up and lowered my feet on to his shoulders and pushed to meet him at each stroke. Jim allowed me to climax twice before releasing his load. Even so he was inside me for a shorter time than Brenda and, although my cunt was tender, it wasn't downright sore as hers seemed to be.

Sometime after midnight we salaam thanked them and left. I thanked Jim too on the way back and said I wished we could do it again without the pressure. "I wish we could too, Carol but for now it will be better if we are not seen together. They can make it difficult and painful for those slaves who seem attracted to each other. Better to complain quietly that I hurt you and express a wish not to be partnered with me again. Can I see you after we get back to the UK?"

"Yes, I'd like that. Contact me through HiYa magazine, that will be easier than giving you an address to remember."

Next day I asked Sapphire about getting my friends depilated. " That's no problem, a lot of our guests have it done. There will be a fee but we can put that on Ken's expenses. And yes, you can give them moral support while it is being done. I'll book it for an evening when Ken should have finished for the day and book you out to him for the same time."

After dinner Willy gave me a slip of paper; 'Carol to Mr. Wilson, room N 24'. I reported to them and we went to the beauty parlour together. Nicole, the French beautician, asked, "Whose first?" There was only the one table.

Ken replied gallantly, "Ladies first."

"Age before beauty," countered Brenda. I could tell neither wanted to be the first one.

"I'd toss for you but I don't have any money," I laughed. Brenda ferreted in the handbag and gave me an English 2p coin. She won the toss and made Ken get undressed and on the table first. Nicole strapped his arms to the table and spread and fixed his legs in the stirrups. He was already half-hard. "Put a latex glove on and make him fully hard Carol and hold it away from his body," Nicole ordered. "If it gets on the end, he'll scream blue murder." An assistant would normally have held the prick out of harms way. I watched while she plastered the chemical into the hair and all the way down to his arse hole. From my experience I knew nothing would happen for a couple of minutes and then it would begin to sting and this would last for ten minutes until it was all washed away.

Soon Ken started to writhe and moan about the pain. I was still holding the end away from his body. "Kenneth Wilson," I reprimanded, "Don't be such a baby. It only stings a little and it won't be for long."

"Slave Carol, you must not speak to our visitors in that manner. I must report you to Willy." Nicole was angry that I did not behave myself as a subservient slave.

"Please no, Nicole no please not the strap. I haven't recovered from last time and the spankings since. I'm very sorry, I forgot my station."

"Willy will help you remember." Nicole's voice was icy.

"That won't be necessary," Brenda cut in, "We'd rather punish her ourselves. Ken will love spanking her bottom and it will give us more pleasure and be more personal than having Willy do it."

While she was arguing with Nicole my attention was distracted enough to let go of Ken prick and it just touched the chemical. I immediately snatched it back and wiped it, glad that Nicole had been facing Brenda. Ken noticed it though. A few minutes later the sensitive flesh began to burn and I could tell he was in real pain but didn't know what else I could do about it without incurring another severe hiding. Ken, bless him, must have realised this too, "Nicole, where you splashed my prick head with that stuff it burns like hell. Can you wash it off please?"

Nicole's face changed and became apologetic. "I'm sorry sir, I was most careful and didn't think I got any near your tender parts. I'll wash it and put some cream on straightaway." She glared at me and I think she suspected it was my fault but dare not contradict the visitor. The pain quickly eased and soon after she washed all the hair away. Brenda cooed that it looked so nice like that. Ken just commented that it was just as well as he'd never be able to grow it back again. Nicole rubbed more of the cream on the depilated areas to take away any soreness. I noted she hadn't done this with me but I didn't push my luck by telling her so.

While waiting and watching Brenda squealing with the burning sensation on her cunt lips while she was being done, Ken whispered, "You owe me!" I lowered my head in acknowledgement.

As we left Ken thanked Nicole and then said, "If you say nothing about Carol's little indiscretion we won't say anything about yours."

"Thank you sir," Nicole murmured although I was now even more certain she knew it wasn't really her fault.

Ken did spank me when we returned to his room but not too hard. "Promise to come and see us when you return and I'll hold the proper spanking until then and your arse is not so sore. Then I can redden it properly." I promised and knew he and Brenda would hold me to it.