Dahna Rules

Chapter 5

Catherine was busy cleaning the windows of Queen Aliyah’s private rooms when she noticed movement in the enclosed garden below.  Two figures had emerged from the palace.  The woman, she recognised as Princess Tahlia, the other figure, on all fours, she did not immediately recognise but when she saw it run to the tree in the corner, urinate and then bound back to Tahlia she stopped her cleaning in a state of shock, recognising her eldest son, Henry, behaving, apparently happily, like a pet dog.

She remembered Tahlia leading him away to be trained as a dog but she had never thought for one moment that he would capitulate so easily.  ‘What had Tahlia done to him?’ she wondered, watching now as he chased and fetched something Tahlia had thrown.

!CRACK!

The whiplash started her from her reverie and she yelped in pain as a second stroke fell across her naked back and curled around to catch her breast.  “Keep working slave!  No time for slacking, get those windows sparkling clean now!” the overseer commanded as Catherine returned tearfully to her task.

Queen Aliyah looked up to see the two ugly welts appear across Catherine’s back as she frantically cleaned and polished the windows yet still seeming to be pre-occupied by something on the outside.  She rose from the chaise-longue on which she had been reclining and moved over behind her slave, sliding her hands round Catherine’s torso and grabbing her nipples. 

“What are you finding so interesting outside slave?” enquired Aliyah, squeezing Catherine’s nipples hard as she peered over her shoulder.  “Ah, I see” Aliyah replied to her own question and twisted the nipples in her hand.  Catherine gasped and began to writhe with the pain, too timid though to protest.  “You will do well to keep your mind on your work slave,” continued Aliyah “there will be plenty of time to watch the animal perform once his training is complete.”

Suddenly, they both saw Henry leap onto Tahlia.  Catherine’s heart lifted and she forgot her own discomfort for a moment.  But it was only a moment for in no time at all Henry was seen to be writhing in agony on the grass with Tahlia once more stood over him and in control.

“He may take a while to subdue entirely but I can assure you slave that he will be a docile little puppy dog once Tahlia has finished with him.  Now, get on with your work and stop slacking!” demanded Aliyah, releasing Catherine’s tortured nipples and causing her to wince once more as the blood began to flow back into them.  A hard slap across Catherine’s rear urged her back to work as Queen Aliyah returned to her chaise-longue.

Before sitting though, Queen Aliyah was struck by a wicked thought and instead moved across to another window, one that overlooked her rose garden.  Peering out she saw just what she had hoped to see.  Turning back to Catherine, who had now almost finished polishing the window from which she had witnessed Henry’s demise, Aliyah commanded “Do this window next slave!”

Catherine sighed inwardly, collected the two buckets, one of soapy and one of clean water, her cloths and window polish and trudged across the room to the window by which Queen Aliyah stood admiring her roses.  As she soaked her washcloth in the soapy water and began to wash the window, she noticed a figure dragging a cart laden with horse manure up the rose garden path.  The figure was male, filthy and chained to the cart he was pulling.  Catherine gasped as the figure approached and she recognised her youngest son, William, struggling to pull the overladen cart.

She had learned her lesson though from the previous window and as much as it hurt her emotions to watch her naked youngest son begin to spread the horse manure among the roses with his bare hands she stuck stoically to her task and kept washing the window.

Aliyah knew that seeing her children subjected to such indignities and humiliations was far more torture for Catherine than any physical pain she might inflict on her and smiled inwardly to herself as she watched her new slave struggle to conceal the pain she felt for her son.  Tears were coursing down Catherine’s cheeks but she continued to work the soapy cloth over the window until William, arms full of horse manure, lost his footing and slipped, dropping all onto the lawn and not onto the rose bed. 

Catherine neither saw nor heard the whip crack from the overseer, she was too far away, but she saw William’s immediate response.  First, the spasm, as if hit by a bolt of electricity, then the cowering reaction as he tried to protect himself, the repeated jolts as successive lashes hit him and the frantic efforts to pick up the dropped manure and get back to his work.  This was too much for the mother in her to withstand and she stopped washing the window and slumped to the floor, her body wracked with sobs, holding her head in her hands.

Aliyah smiled in triumph, she knew that sooner or later the boy would make sufficient of an error that the overseer would flog him and now she had her slave wailing in despair at her feet.  “Please, please for pity’s sake have mercy on the children” cried Catherine as Aliyah raised her to her feet by her hair and turned her away from the window.  “Do what you want with me but please spare my children” she wailed.

Ignoring her pleas, Aliyah looked coldly into Catherine’s eyes.  “Your children have much to learn due to the shortcomings in their upbringing.  For that, their slavery and yours will continue until I no longer have need of you.  It will be easier for all of you if you learn to stick to your assigned tasks and perform them well and in silence.  Twice now in the last few minutes you have failed on all counts in your duties as a slave and you will have to be punished.”

Once more, Aliyah played with Catherine’s nipples, making them hard before reaching across to her desk and picking up two spring clips, each with small bells attached at the end of a short chain.  Fixing the clips to Catherine’s nipples she continued, “I shall expect to hear these bells ringing constantly.  If they stop I shall know you have stopped working again and will need further punishment on top of the ten lashes you will get once you have finished the windows.  Now, back to work and keep your eyes on the job” Aliyah finished, landing two sharp blows to Catherine’s buttocks as she spun her back around to face the window.

Defeated, deflated and in despair, Catherine resumed her window cleaning, taking off the soapy water now and rinsing the window before polishing it with a chamois leather.  She was acutely aware that she was under intense scrutiny from Aliyah who stood close behind her with a riding crop in hand.  The bells jingled and jangled from her heavy breasts as the pain in her nipples, sharp at first when the clips were first placed on them, slowly dulled to an ache.

She felt something moving slowly up the back of her legs.  The crop, she guessed correctly.  Aliyah was deliberately, slowly, and enticingly drawing it upward along the inner part of her thigh and then down along the other side.  Catherine tried desperately to ignore it and worked her cloth all the harder on the clear plate glass.  Aliyah persisted and, to her horror, Catherine, her nipples already aroused by the sensation of the bells dangling and jangling from her nipples, sensed herself becoming moist, her pussy welcoming the attention. 

Forcing her legs to remain close together, Catherine polished the window furiously.  Aliyah noticed that Catherine had polished the same patch of window three times and allowed a wry smile to spread across her face.  Moving closer to her slave, she placed a hand on Catherine’s raw, tender buttock and caressed it gently, bringing her knee up to replace the crop playing up and down the back of her thighs.

Desperately, Catherine fought the urge to open her legs, hating and detesting everything about this woman who was tormenting her.  She could sense Aliyah’s breathing close down her neck and then heard Aliyah’s voice, soft and gentle now, coaxing her.

“I know the pain a mother goes through Catherine and I do feel for you but it needn’t be so bad for you, you can make your lot better you know.”  Aliyah’s finger probed between Catherine’s buttocks as she whispered in her ear and Catherine could not help herself yield a little and allow Aliyah the chance to work her whole hand into the now warm moist space between her legs.  Skilfully, Aliyah toyed with her victim, drawing Catherine into a deeper need for a sexual release that Aliyah had no intention of giving her.

Now playing with Catherine’s nipple as well as her moist, desperate pussy, Aliyah continued to whisper soothing words to her victim until the chamois leather dropped from Catherine’s hand yet again.  Releasing her slave as she approached an orgasm, Aliyah reproached her victim “Oh my! Catherine, what a horny bitch you are, thinking of sex now instead of your work!”

Shamefully, Catherine begged Aliyah to stop the torment “please, I beg you, either make me work or use me but don’t play games with me.”

“The bitch doesn’t learn” exclaimed Aliyah, slapping Catherine twice across the face. “You do not ever speak unless asked to speak.  Guard, keep her working until I return.”

Aliyah left the room and was gone for what seemed an eternity to Catherine who now dreaded the unknown that was in store for her.  In fact, Aliyah was only a few minutes but she returned with a ball gag, a butt plug and a torpedo shaped device.  First, Aliyah applied the gag.  “That will teach you to be silent!” she scolded Catherine and then took the torpedo-shaped device and inserted it roughly into Catherine’s still moist vagina.  Catherine suspected it was some sort of vibrator but for the moment it was still.  Next, the butt plug was inserted into her anus that was still sore from the pony-tail butt plug it had suffered on the day of the parade and Catherine had to force her muscles tightly together to avoid it being expelled.  She did not need to ask what would become of her if she allowed it to fall.

“Now, back to your work whore!” Aliyah commanded, slapping Catherine’s buttocks again before returning to the chaise-longue.

Aliyah lay back, relaxing and watching her slave try to cope with the gag, the vibrator and butt plug.  The latter was clearly causing the most concern.  Catherine was labouring at the window with her thighs closed tight together and her buttocks clenched in every endeavour to keep the butt plug in place.

Catherine finished polishing the window with difficulty and then moved over to the next, her bells jingling and jangling as she did so. It was as she commenced soaping down the next window that things got worse for her.  Aliyah began playing with a remote control device that set the butt plug and the vibrator working in synch with one another, driving Catherine once more towards an orgasm she both wanted and yet was desperate to avoid.  The mere thought of being controlled sexually by anyone, particularly another woman and especially this younger devil-woman was complete anathema to her.

Aliyah looked on, smiling wickedly as her slave tried to keep working for fear of a lashing while simultaneously losing control of her own body.  She watched with amusement as Catherine desperately fought to keep the butt-plug in place and even more desperately to keep her hands from touching herself and bringing herself to a climax.  Eventually, just as Catherine was about to reach the point of no return, Aliyah switched off the device, leaving her slave tantalisingly short of pleasure and relief.

Catherine didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, relieved at not having had the orgasm yet desperate to climax, her body was arguing with her brain.  Mentally she wanted to resist this hell-cat that had taken possession of her but her body ached for release.  She forced herself to focus yet again on her window cleaning and after a while the fire in her loins began to abate.  ‘Only one more window after this one’ she kept telling herself ‘and then maybe she will send me somewhere else.’

Moving more freely now, oddly having become accustomed to the feel of the butt-plug, especially now that it was no longer vibrating, she was making good progress with the window when, Aliyah once more began to play with the remote control, varying the frequency and the synchronisation of the two vibrators, laughing to herself as she witnessed her slave’s renewed attempts to maintain focussed on her task.

The bells jingled and jangled frantically as Catherine’s body reacted to the twin vibrators.  She had forgotten all about the window, had dropped the cloth and moved her hands to her body.  The whip lashed across her right shoulder and curled around onto her right breast causing her to scream in agony into the gag.  The overseer moved across to flay her naked flesh again from the other side as Catherine struggled to retrieve the cloth and return to cleaning the window, tortured by the fear of further pain, the need to climax and an innate stubbornness to deny Aliyah the pleasure of making her cum.  The second lash caught her left flank and breast almost full on and ripped the clip from her nipple sending an additional surge of pain through her tormented body as blood and feeling returned to deadened flesh.

Aliyah was enjoying this, relishing the torment being loaded on her unfortunate slave.  Leaving the chaise-longue, she walked slowly up behind Catherine and again gently caressed her, running her hand over her bruised buttocks and tracing the line of one of the new welts appearing now across her breast.  Gagged, Catherine could only plead for release with her eyes and looked pitifully at Aliyah who, after playing with the tortured and now sensitive nipple for a moment, replaced the clip and bells, smiling sadistically as she did so, happily seeing her slave wince at the renewed pain.

With one hand playing with Catherine’s moist pussy, Aliyah again whispered softly to her. “I know you want to come slave but I will not allow it until you beg me to let you and first satisfy me with your tongue.”

Catherine cringed at the thought of servicing this woman with her tongue and her immediate need to orgasm was subdued as her mind once more took control of her body.  Sensing this, Aliyah nevertheless persisted.  “I shall remove the gag provided you undertake to remain silent.  The only time I shall allow you to speak is to beg me to let you worship my sex and only when you do that shall there be any possibility of release from your own sexual torment!  Speak out of turn or say anything else and your punishment and torture will step up a level.  If you think this is bad, I can assure you I have much worse tortures in my dungeon.  Now, nod if you agree to remain silent unless begging to worship me.”

Catherine had no doubt that there would be worse treatment in Aliyah’s dungeon and was happy to accept removal of the gag for she was determined that she would never beg this woman for anything let alone the opportunity to perform cunnilingus on her. 

With one hand, Aliyah removed the gag, her other hand continued to play with her slave’s moist, dripping vagina.  She had two fingers inserted and was rubbing her thumb against Catherine’s clitoris.

Catherine stood impassively, detesting every moment of being mauled by her captor and feeling humiliated and degraded in front of the overseer but she was determined not to give in.  The vibrator and butt plug continued to hum inside her and now a finger was pushing on the vibrator, repetitively, adding to the sensations of pleasure and pain that were coursing through her tormented body.  Aliyah’s free hand was now caressing her breast, flicking casually at her right nipple, making the bell tingle as well as her sore nipple.  When Aliyah’s tongue flicked at her ear, Catherine shuddered and closed her eyes.  Part of her wanted to fight off Aliyah’s attentions but now her body was saying ‘no, go on, give me more.’  Slowly, her body took over and was winning the fight as Catherine once more came close to orgasm only once more to be thwarted as Aliyah abandoned her and returned to the chaise-longue.

This time though, instead of feeling relieved that Aliyah’s attentions had finished for the time being, Catherine was left feeling frustrated.  Even though the vibrator and butt-plug had been turned off, her need for climax would not abate and she returned to her window washing distractedly.  Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the vibrators inside her two abdominal openings began their torment anew.  Aliyah was slowly turning up the speed, strength and frequency of the vibrations as well as adjusting their timing so that the need to climax built inexorably inside her victim.

As Catherine approached the point of no return, Aliyah skilfully switched off the vibrators, leaving her aching and frustrated, distracted from her work with her overseer laying on lashes again until she returned to her duties. 

Aliyah sensed her moment of triumph was close at hand as Catherine’s efforts to control her body and emotions became ever more feeble and was pleased when she noticed a housemaid enter with overseer to commence scrubbing and polishing her floor.  Her pleasure was in knowing that this particular housemaid was George, still dressed in stiletto heels and maid’s uniform as he had been earlier during his humiliating performance in front of Dahna’s gathered dignitaries. 

As the overseer set George to scrubbing and polishing the marble floor at the far end of the room, so Aliyah’s moment of triumph arrived.  Catherine’s physical need for sexual satisfaction took over her rational and defiant mind.  She no longer cared about anything else she just desperately needed to end this torture.  Dropping to her knees and crawling towards the chaise-longue she implored Aliyah “please, please Your Majesty” she begged “allow me to worship you so as to put an end to my misery!”

George looked up in horror as he heard his wife’s plea and earned a lash from his overseer as Aliyah replied, “Come slave” and, grabbing Catherine by her hair, pulled her under her skirt and in between her legs, pressing her face hard against her vulva.  “Well! Get working slave, I want to feel that tongue of yours right up inside me!”

Almost overcome by nausea and disgust at what she was doing, Catherine forced her tongue first to lick Aliyah’s pussy, in between her labia and around her clitoris before finding the hole and sliding it in as far as it would go.  “Work it harder and faster slave” commanded Aliyah, forcing her slave’s face tighter against her and grinding herself into her, rubbing her clitoris against Catherine’s nose.

Gasping for breath, Catherine worked her tongue frantically in and out, sucking also with her lips and working her nose against her captor’s clitoris.  It seemed an eternity before Aliyah shuddered violently and then groaned before releasing her.

“There, you did well for a beginner” Aliyah complimented her “with practice I am sure you could be really good.”

Catherine did not like the sound of the last statement.  She had hoped that once would be enough but did not let her mind dwell on it for now that she had finished worshiping Aliyah, the sensations of the vibrators cut back into her conciousness and her need for orgasm returned.

“Yes, I think we might make a decent whore out of you yet.  Now, your reward,” she heard Aliyah comment as she moved back away from the chaise-longue. 

“Guard!” Aliyah called to the overseer, a tall black Nubian woman, “see that this slut gets her reward!”

‘The overseer?’ thought Catherine, simultaneously horrified and curious that she was to be given to a negress for her reward and further astonished when she saw the tall muscular black woman pull aside her skirt to reveal a large strap-on dildo.  ‘Oh my god’ she thought to herself, ‘that looks enormous, bigger than George, much bigger’ but her vaginal need was so great, she almost relished the challenge and had long since given up any thoughts of pride or position.  She, once a queen, was to be fucked by a black woman of lowly position but was unconcerned, she needed sex and no longer cared with whom.

“Here, wet it first” the overseer commanded, thrusting the dildo into Catherine’s mouth and fucking her face with it, thrusting it in so deep she could feel her gagging on its length.  Watching on, Aliyah turned up both the speed and rhythm of the vibrators, still in Catherine’s abdominal orifices and amused herself with the reaction of her slave who writhed in pleasure at the sensation.

The overseer then removed the dildo from Catherine’s mouth and turned her around, pulling her hands behind her back and cuffing them before bending her over a chair where, for the first time, Catherine noticed George scrubbing the floor and witnessing everything.  Not so very long ago, Catherine would have been mortified for her husband to see her in such a situation, stripped of dignity and begging for sex but now, in her current debased state, she was so hungry for sex she no longer cared what George thought of her, after all, he was largely responsible for their current plight.  So, bent over the chair, she readily spread her legs to receive the big black dildo into her already dripping vagina.

But it was not to be for the overseer spread Catherine’s buttocks, removed the butt-plug and quickly replaced it with her strap-on, pushing it in deeply and quickly so that Catherine gasped in surprise.  She felt no pain but a sensation of being penetrated deep inside, touching parts of her inner body that she never knew existed to say nothing of never having felt before.  New, strange and exciting feelings were now coursing through her body, mixing with the sensations caused by the vibrator, as the overseer worked the dildo in and out and round and round in Catherine’s ass.

It was all too much for Catherine and she came to a powerful and violently trembling orgasm within moments of feeling the huge black artificial cock deep inside her ass.  But it did not stop there for the overseer continued to screw her, moving the dildo in and out at varying speeds while Aliyah looked on, still toying with the remote control driving the vibrator in Catherine’s vagina to ever more erotic rhythms.

George looked on in dismay as he witnessed profound sexual pleasure written over the face of his wife, something he had never seen in all their thirty years of marriage.  Catherine’s eyes were closed and her face covered by an ecstatic smile as she now moved her body in sympathy with the overseer, extracting the maximum sensation out of her position until not surprisingly, she orgasmed again, flooding the marble floor beneath her with her own juices.

The crack of a whip put an end to Catherine’s reverie.  George’s overseer was driving him to greater effort with the floor polishing having caught him looking on in fascinated dismay at his wife.  “Get him over there to clean up that mess!” interjected Aliyah pointing to the pool of female cum on the floor between Catherine’s legs.  “Have him lick it up and then polish the floor!” commanded the Queen,  “and this one,” moving over to Catherine, “still has a window to finish polishing.  See that she does it well and then punish her for her slackness, those windows should have been finished hours ago.  Twenty lashes should be enough.”

“Certainly, your Majesty” replied the Nubian overseer, withdrawing the dildo from Catherine’s ass as Catherine groaned inwardly at the injustice of it all.  She still felt unbearably horny for, in spite of having had two shuddering orgasms, her vagina and clitoris still ached and for need of physical fulfilment that she knew now they would not get for some time at least.

As George humbly and ashamedly crawled over on his hands and knees to the floor beneath his wife and began to lick up her cum, so the Nubian overseer removed Catherine’s cuffs and returned her to her window cleaning duties.  Aliyah, content that the overseers would make sure her slaves were driven to complete there tasks, moved over to the doorway.  “When they have completed their chores and have been suitably punished for any slackness or disobedience you may make your own use of them for the night” she instructed the overseers, “I shall now entertain myself checking on the performance of the other new slaves.”

With that, she left the room and Catherine heaved a sigh of relief before recalling Aliyah’s final instruction that she was to be used by the Nubian overseer for the night.  A renewed sense of shame and foreboding overcame her as she picked up the cloth and returned to cleaning the window.  George too wondered at how much further he and his family could be degraded and how his children were faring, whether indeed, he would ever see them again or recognise them in the light of what he had witnessed of their mother.