Dahna Rules

Chapter 3

Although the tropical night was warm to most people, the sleeping Birimi royal family, exhausted as they were, each felt a coldness begin to creep into their aching bones long before dawn.  They all woke finding that their bed of straw offered little comfort or warmth and either tried to bury themselves further into it or struggled to their feet and began moving around in an attempt to get warmth and feeling back into their aching limbs.  They each found muscles that they had previously not known existed, the unnatural movements and burdens they had suffered in the victory parade now taking their toll.

Shortly after dawn, they were brought a bowl of weak gruel, which, grey and unappetising as it was, was hot and consumed with relish by the unfortunate Birimis who had barely had time to eat it when they were brought together and led into the palace.

George was determined that today he would make some progress in convincing Queen Aliyah to soften her attitude to her captives and was formulating in his head how he would approach the subject.  Preoccupied, he failed to notice how already, some of their family treasures had been removed from the Palace at Birim and now adorned the Dahna Royal Palace.  It did not escape Catherine’s notice however and she wept inwardly at seeing some heirlooms and treasured possessions now in their enemy’s hands.

They were led as a group, deep into the Palace, to Queen Aliyah’s private chamber and were pushed unceremoniously through the door by their guards and ordered to kneel and to bow their heads so that their foreheads touched the ground when Queen Aliyah entered.  Kneeling on the cold, smooth marble floor, they found themselves in a beautifully and luxuriously furnished room.  At the end opposite them was a large throne, a smaller one to its left and, to its right, an ornate carved wooden door.  There were seats arranged along the sides and large double doors behind them.  Fine silks and satins abounded along the walls where expensive art pieces also hung. 

As they knelt, they noticed the seats along the walls become filled with elegantly dressed Dahnian women, members of Queen Aliyah’s government or wider family thought George.  They could also sense more people arriving behind them but dared not turn for fear of punishment.

Shortly, the assembled people all stood and the Birimi’s were made to bow their heads as Aliyah made her entrance from the door to the right of the throne.  Regal in presence she stepped elegantly up onto the dais on which her throne was mounted.  She was followed by Princess Tahlia, who stood in front of the smaller throne, and by Brigadier General Tamsin and Colonel Zenda who stood to attention on either side of the room, slightly behind their Royal leaders. The Birimi’s however saw nothing of her entry.  Each, with his or her forehead resting on the floor, heard only the click of four pairs of stiletto heels and none dared look up for fear of feeling the sting of a lash from one of the hands of the guards lined up behind them.

“Citizens of Dahna, you may be seated” announced Aliyah, “Birimi prisoners, raise your heads!”

There was the sound of people sitting down and making themselves comfortable while the Birimis raised their heads from the floor, taking in immediately the imposing presence of Queen Aliyah, standing, her feet akimbo, hands on hips, a curled signal whip in one hand, knee length, stiletto heeled boots, an open full length satin gown in the Dahnaian Royal Crimson colour, beneath which, a short, matching crimson silk dress that was tight at the waist and open at the neckline, accentuated her slender waist, long, athletic legs and magnificent breasts.  Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun that was hidden beneath her diamond jewelled gold crown.  The gold of the crown matched the gold of her hair so that the effect was as if her hair, itself, was studded by the diamonds, that sparkled in the early morning sun, now streaming in through the ornate palace windows.

The captives slowly raised their heads, George and Henry, particularly highly, attempting to maintain the appearance of as much dignity as it was possible kneeling naked and bound on front of so many people, many of whom, they knew, has once looked up to them and possibly dealt diplomatically with them.  They looked ahead at Queen Aliyah stoically as she continued her address, now clearly directed at them.

“What a sight I see before me” she started, “the once high and mighty King George of Birim kneeling pathetically, naked in front of me.  And why? one might reasonably ask.  For a long time this man has had visions of taking control of our nation, of increasing his territory.  He has looked down on our matriarchal society as an embarrassment to the Arabian region but has never had any reason or excuse to attempt to conquer us by force.  He had the arrogance and the gall to suggest on more than one occasion that his eldest son, Henry, was a suitable match in matrimony for our Princess Tahlia.  We all know the true reasoning behind this suggestion.  It was aimed at taking our nation and its resources by stealth.  Under the guise of seemingly uniting our families, he planned that eventually Henry or Henry’s sons would take control of the two countries which would eventually become a new, larger, Birim.”

Queen Aliyah left the dais and walked towards George, kneeling in the centre of his family group.  “Is that not so George?” she questioned.

George’s eyes lowered as he hesitated to confirm what Queen Aliyah had revealed but his eyes were raised to hers as she lifted his chin with the toe of her boot.

“Well?” she demanded.

“Yes” whispered George.

“Louder!” demanded Aliyah.

“Yes, Yes!” confirmed George loud enough for all to hear, even those outside.

“So, you admit that your design was always to take control of our lands and people.”  Aliyah continued, “and when this offer of marriage was declined you took this as a personal affront, especially when, at your insistence, the reason for this refusal was made public.  It hurt your pride, didn’t it George, when we revealed the way Henry treats his women.  You denied it of course but you wondered how we knew the truth.  You created a major diplomatic incident out of the truth and arrogantly felt that you could overrun our nation and install your son as leader and get your wish by force.”

“Such arrogance and lack of respect for others George has been your downfall.  Clearly you need to learn some humility and, fortunately for you, you and your family will learn it here, in service of the Dahnain Royal Family, where you will serve as our slaves doing whatever task we require no matter how far you consider it beneath your diginity, you will learn that you no longer have any dignity or respect and will be subservient and respectful to even the lowest Dahnain.”

“But Your Majesty, Queen Aliyah,” George began, fearing for his family’s future and wanting to try and persuade his captor to be lenient on them, but his words were cut short by a resounding slap across his face.

“You are slow to learn George.” Aliyah spat at him.  “That is the second time you have had the arrogance to presume to speak in my presence.  You will speak only when requested, understand?”

“Yes, Your Majesty but I beg you for permission to speak” George pleaded, loudly.

“Very well, go on” Aliyah conceded.

George decided in the light of Aliyah’s admonishment to be as humble as he possibly could.  “Thank You, Your Majesty. You are quite correct in all you say and I personally take full responsibility for all actions on the Birimi part against Dahna and I beg you, most humbly, Queen Aliyah, to punish only me, the sole instigator of this war and aggression of Birim against your country.  I will accept whatever punishment you see fit for me your Majesty but beg you to be lenient on my family who had no part in this and let them leave and live in exile.”  There, I have made my pitch in public and surely this woman cannot publicly deny some sympathy and leniency to the innocent in my family.

“Hah, what nerve and insolence!” Aliyah shouted, at the same time slapping George once more, hard across his face.  “You would do well to remember that your eldest son led your army against us, also arrogantly thinking he could capture Dahna in a single day, hardly innocent.  And how many Dahnain women has your son captured and raped in his frequent nocturnal excursions across the border?  And we know only too well how he has treated all women that have arrived in all innocence to serve in your household only to be raped by him!  And what’s more, both you and your wife turned a blind eye to his chauvinistic treatment of women and gave him freedom to do much as he pleased.  Oh, yes, the sweet Catherine, for whom, butter would not melt in her mouth to all outside appearances but for whom wealth and riches were of paramount importance no matter how they were acquired.  Yes George, our intelligence services have a lot of information on the activities of you and your family, your despotic rule, your treatment of slaves, many from Dahna who mysteriously went missing at times when we discovered your sons had led cross-border raids.  But it wasn’t just the boys was it George.  Those ‘sweet and innocent’ girls of yours had much to answer for at the exclusive Swiss finishing school where they were unspeakably cruel to younger girls.  No George, your famil yis not innocent, each and everyone of them is just as guilty as the other, each is arrogant and has been aggressive to others and to Dahnaians in particular and for that you will all be punished and will all serve here as household slaves.  Is that understood!”

“Please, please, Queen Aliyah, I understand but will do anything you desire if you will spare my family” George begged, falling now on his face to kiss Aliyah’s boots.

“So they can go into exile and plan another war to revenge and recapture Birim? You must think me a fool!” screamed Aliyah, kicking him away “further evidence of your arrogance!”

Aliyah stood silently for a moment, a slow smile spreading gradually across her face.  “I might be persuaded however to be a little more kindly towards some of your family and spare them some indignity on condition that you accomplish a task I will set you here and now” she said, an idea for the further humiliation of this man and his family growing in her head that would give her audience some entertainment.  “I take it you are up to undertaking this task in the light of your earlier pleading?”

“Yes, Your Majesty” replied George, determined to do anything to lighten the burden on his family.

“Very good.”  Queen Aliyah called across one of the palace guards and issued some instructions before returning across the room to her throne.  “You will crawl from you current position to this throne where you will kiss my boots.  As you crawl you will repeatedly acknowledge your position by repeating ‘I am a worthless slave of Her Majesty Queen Aliyah and will ever strive to do her will.’ Is that clear?”

“Yes, Your Majesty” George replied thinking that was too easy a task and suspecting something else but lowering himself ready to commence his humiliating crawl nonetheless. 

“Wait!” commanded Aliyah, “You will need to show real strength and purpose in this endeavour and so overcome a restraint that will hinder your progress. Guard!” Aliyah nodded to her guard who attached a strong rubber strap to George’s balls.  “Begin!”

George had suspected something extra but began his humiliating crawl across the marble floor, repeatedly iterating his mantra.  At first the rubber strap had little effect, but, without his hands, crawling across the floor was difficult as he struggled for traction.   “He is not moving too eagerly,” commented Aliyah, “perhaps he needs some encouragement.”

The sting of the lash across his buttocks had the effect of increasing his efforts to move over the floor, to the delight of the onlookers and before long, the rubber strap began to pull tight as George reached its natural unstretched limit.  Now, George had not only to cope with the slippery floor but also with the backward pull of the rubber strap on his testicles to say nothing of remembering to repeat his mantra.  His family, already looking on in shame and humiliation for him, felt even more for him as he struggled against the combined elements.  His progress noticeably slowed and as further physical encouragement was demended by Queen Aliyah, two guards began laying alternate lashes on his unfortunate buttocks.

Striving ever harder, George could see the raised platform edge to the dais just in front of his eyes and determined to get onto it where the wooden edge would give him some purchase and push his face up to Aliyah’s boots.  Gaining the edge with his chin, the mantra coming now in muffled tones through gritted teeth, he held on as he slid his feet upwards for a push that would take half his body up onto the dais.  His balls ached under the strain from the rubber strap but George closed his mind to the pain as he made one last push to gain the dais.  His feet though slipped on the marble floor and his chin, having been raised to go forward was of no assistance as the strap pulled him backwards by his balls, onto the marble where he slid back a further body length.  The crowd erupted in laughter, the hopes of his family sank and they looked on in despair as George began another forward struggle, frantically working to avoid the punishing lashes on his now red and raw buttocks while paying the price with the pain in his groin as the rubber strap mercilessly pulled them back behind him.

Twice more, George got his chin onto the dais and twice more was pulled back before, with a Herculean effort, he got half his body length onto the dais and, bringing up one foot, forced his whole body onto the dais.  To the Dahnaian onlookers, his balls were pulled so far back they were certain they would detach.  To the Birimi royal family, a renewed sense of hope swelled in their chests as George’s lips were now only inches from Aliyah’s boots.  With his toes pressing on the wooden edge of the dais, George strained further forward.  Beads of sweat sprouted profusely from his face that began turning purple with the strain while his already purple balls were held out horizontally behind him.  Almost like the handkerchief in the centre of a rope in a tug of war, his balls moved first one way and then the other as George threw every last ounce of strength in his slight frame to try and place his lips on Aliya’s boots.  To the horror of his family and the delight of the Dahnains, the rubber strap won, the balls suddenly went backwards, George’s body with them and he was pulled back to the centre of the room.  Exhausted now, there was no effort on his part to move forward anew and he shook in a combination of rage, frustration and humiliation.

“Oh dear George, ‘I will do anything’ I thought you said but it seems that simply kissing my feet is beyond you” commented Aliyah.  “So there will be no special favours for any of your family George and for you, after that pathetic effort to kiss my feet, I have doubt’s about how we could use you.  You don’t seem to have much body strength or strength of will for that matter.  I wonder how we should put you to use, as a waitress perhaps? I am sure my guests could do with some refreshment after watching your pathetic efforts.” 

Aliyah signalled to two of the palace guards who came forward with a tray with some form of harness and a pair of stiletto heeled shoes with ankle straps linked by a short chain.  George was unceremoniously lifted off the floor, the shoes placed on his feet and the tray fitted to his waist by a strap around his back and held horizontal by chains clipped to his nipples.  Other guards appeared with a cart laden with drinks, which, a dozen at a time were placed on George’s tray.  “Now, serve my guests and do not spill a drop” commanded Aliyah, slapping George’s ass as he stepped forward with his load of drinks, pulling down on his pinched nipples. 

The heels felt strange, pinching his toes, and he was unable to walk with his normal stride due to the short chain.  His arms still behind his back, balancing was difficult as he struggled awkwardly forward with his eyes focussed on his load of drinks, determined not to spill a drop.  The marble floor though, coupled with his lack of practice at walking in heels was his downfall.  He didn’t go over the first time but, before he could reach the first guest, he had slipped a little and in struggling to gain his balance, spilled some of the drink.  “Oh dear” commented Aliyah, it seems we don’t have the balance required to be a waitress either.  Come back and try again.”

George returned to the cart and the glassed were refilled.  Second time around he reached the first guest and worked his way along the line, successfully delivering twelve drinks before returning to the cart.  With less wait on the tray, the strain on his tortured nipples was less but they were starting to really hurt now from the pinching of the clips.  As the tray was refilled, the pain became intolerable and he visibly winced as each glass was placed on the tray.  Turning to deliver the next load, the pain in his nipples took his mind off his route and he stepped into the area where he had spilt the drinks earlier, this time completely losing his footing and collapsing in a heap, spilling everything.

The crowd erupted in laughter as the Birimi family lowered their heads further in shame and despair.  “Enough” commanded Aliyah, “clearly waiting is not your forte either George.  I think we will allow our servants to deliver the rest of the drinks.” 

As the remainder of the guests were provided with refreshment, the tray was removed from George’s waist.  “Poor George, you must be thirsty too?” went on Aliyah, and the crown looked on in amusement as their Queen, grabbed George by his hair and lowered herself over his upturned face “drink George, drink it all and do NOT, I repeat NOT spill a single drop” as she emptied her bladder into his open mouth.

Henry, who had been becoming increasingly enraged by the proceedings, suddenly exploded, struggling to his feet he bolted across the room towards where Aliyah was force feeding her urine to his father.  “Enough, enough you bitch!” he yelled as he approached only to be restrained by two palace guards before he could land a blow with his feet.  Still he struggled against the grip of the guards and screamed abuse at the Queen.

Aliyah, unmoved, completed her toilet and looked down at George to see a dribble of golden nectar dripping off his chin onto the floor.  “Lick it up” she commanded before turning her attention to Henry.  “How dare you?” she snapped, slapping him four times hard across the face, first one way and then the other.  “Obviously your mother taught you no manners nor disciplined you.  Bring him over her” she finished to the guards as she returned to the throne.

Henry was brought to the throne where he was layed across Aliyah’s knee.  Aliyah was careful to position him helplessly such that his penis, already becoming erect at her handling of him, was locked between her thighs.  She called for a paddle that was subsequently delivered and she then administered a resounding spanking.  Henry struggled at first but was securely held and before long, even Henry was unable to hold back the tears of humiliation and pain as Aliyah worked the paddle over each of his already tender buttocks.  Unseen by the crown, Aliyah was also working her thighs on Henry’s penis and, further to Henry’s humiliation, the sexual arousal he was experiencing in the hands of this beautiful and powerful woman and her manipulation of him, brought him to an uncontrollable climax, his sperm shooting out and collecting in a pool at the base of the throne.

“Uuuggghhhh! You disgusting animal!” shouted Aliyah, pounding his ass all the more violently before throwing him off her lap and pointing to the pool of cum beneath her throne.  “You,” she pointed at George “and your pathetic wife are responsible for this animal’s lack of manners.  He is worse than a dog!  George, get over here and clean up this mess!” 

Horrified, George hesitated, felt the sting of yet another lash across his own tender rump and decided that he had little choice but comply.  He had drunk this woman’s piss, his son’s cum was little worse, he could not possibly get any lower, and so, hobbled forward on his painful stilettos, knelt down and began licking up his son’s semen. 

“No, father no!” cried Henry, moving to try and prevent his father suffering further indignity only to receive Aliyah’s boot across his face for his efforts. 

“This animal needs bringing under control, he is no better than a dog.  Tahlia,” continued Aliyah, turning towards her daughter “take this animal and train him to behave as a good dog should behave.  You have my full authority to use whatever methods you feel appropriate to teach the dog manners and appropriate behaviour.  Take him out of here now, he disgusts me!”

With alacrity, Tahlia stood and, striding over to Henry who was still trying to recover his wits after the blow he received from Aliyah’s boot, fixed a metal leash onto his collar.  “Thank you Mother” Princess Tahlia replied, “I will see that he gets the best training.”  Then, to Henry, “Stay on your knees dog and keep one pace behind me.”

Henry wanted to resist and made no move to do as he was bid, he felt now that enough was enough and that he needed to show this bitch that he would never yield to an eighteen-year old girl.  Tahlia turned to where Henry squatted on his haunches, looking for someway to gain advantage over the girl that held him by a leash.  Looking defiantly up into her eyes, Henry never saw the flash of her boot as it kicked him hard in the groin, lifting him off his haunches and sending sharp pain up into his abdomen and driving all the air out of his lungs.  Falling forward, his face landed by Tahlia’s feet.  Her pull on the leash pulled him upwards, back onto his knees and now, with teary eyes focussed on Tahlia’s heels, he followed her out of the room on his knees.

Whereas the spectacle was over for Henry, the rest of his family could not escape George’s ongoing humiliation and torment.  Having licked up Henry’s cum, George had hoped for an end to his degradation but it was not to be.  Aliyah had further humiliations for him.  “By the way you lapped up your son’s semen Henry, we might perhaps make a whore out of you.  We have many lowly men here who never receive any sexual gratification, I wonder if you would be of any use to them?”

Henry’s heart sank as he wondered what this witch had in stall for him now?  He saw Aliyah turn away from him and take something from another of her guards and fit it somehow around her waist.  When she turned back he saw an enormous strap on dildo confronting him “suck it whore!” commanded Aliyah, “let’s see if you would be of any use to the menfolk of Dahna” Aliyah grabbed him again by the hair and thrust the dildo into his mouth, pushing it in deeper and down in to his throat so that George gagged on it.  His eyes bulging out of their sockets as Aliyah worked it in and out, forcing it deeper and deeper, fucking his face with it until he baulked at it and was almost choking.  “Well, some potential with practice” commented Aliyah before turning him over and, having raised him like a ragdoll onto his knees, his face on the floor, forced the dildo into his ass.  “What about this end?” Aliyah went on and, as George pleaded and begged her to stop, moved it in and out, faster and deeper.

“What was that George?  You like it? You want more?   You want to be the palace’s fuck slut?  Say it Henry, say it loudly, tell everyone here that you and your family accept Dahnaian law and you all swear allegiance to me, Queen Aliyah and you personally give yourself to her unconditionally as her Palace fuck slut to be used by any of her household.  Go on George, let me hear you say it!”

His intestines bursting at the pounding they were taking from the dildo, George complied, “Yes, Queen Aliyah, on behalf of my whole family, we accept your rule over us and swear allegiance to you, we regret ever having opposed you and will strive to make amends and serve you dutifully in whatever way you demand.I beg you Queen Aliyah to make me your palace fuck slut for as long as it gives you pleasure.”

On hearing this, the crown cheered and laughed.  Aliyah withdrew the dildo that was now smeared with brown faeces from out of George’s ass.  “Convince me of your sincerity by cleaning off my dick.” Aliyah commanded and smiled to her satisfaction as George took the dildo once more in his mouth and sucked and licked it until it was clean.  In abject despair, Catherine, Mary, Jane and William looked on, powerless to do anything.  They had seen what had happened when Henry, the warrior of the family, had tried to intervene and they now feared for what had become of him.  Their hearts went out to their father who they knew had tried to save them from atrocities that they now had no doubt would be committed against them by their captors.

“Very well.  You will stay here in the palace, all of you and will be assigned duties, menial or sexual, as and when the need arises,” Aliyah announced.  “The better you serve, and the more respect you show, the better you will be treated.  Lunchtime is approaching and there is much to be done in the kitchens.  Guards, take them to the kitchens and get them started in preparing lunch and be warned,” addressing the Birimi slaves again now “try to pilfer any food or drink and your punishment will be severe and unmerciful, work idly and you will be encouraged by the whip, no go!”

Guards led them away to the kitchens as the assembled group of onlookers broke up, some gathering in smaller groups to chat, some, obviously of higher rank, approaching their Queen and congratulating her further on her conquest before all, eventually leaving to return to their own duties and responsibilities. 

Aliyah, sexually aroused by her humiliation of George, returned to her bedroom before ringing down to the kitchen and having Catherine sent up to her.  Not satisfied with sexually dominating George, as she had, she now wanted the older woman to show her allegiance.