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Chapter 1

The war had ended almost before it had begun. The Dahnain army led by

Brigadier General Tamsin had swiftly and silently outflanked the main

Birimian forces’ spearhead led by Prince Henry and surprised them from

the rear. In a well planned manoeuvre, Tamsin had made her troops appear

as if they were retreating in front of the Birimian advance, leaving a

few worthless males to die in an apparent weak and forlorn attempt to

stave off defeat while the main body of her elite female amazon troops

melted into the countryside on either side of the advance only to

reunite to the rear of the Birimian forces.

Prince Henry had been jubilant as his troops surrounded and lay siege to

the city of Dahna, capital of the small Arabian state of Dahnai, ruled

by Queen Aliyah who had refused to give him her 18 year old daughter,

Princess Tahlia, as his bride and thereby effectively condemn the small

state to falling under his rule, uniting it with Birim. ‘Well, now they

will yield to me by force’ he mused as he stood his troops down for the

night, planning to demand the surrender of Dahna at first light.

Meanwhile, unbeknown to Henry, to his rear, Brigadier General Tamsin’s

crack troops were closing in on him while a small splinter group of

about 50 women, dressed as refugees, crossed the border into Birim and

headed directly for the capital. No one paid them much mind, Birim’s men

were with Prince Henry at the battlefront and their women were waiting

indoors, oblivious to the silent progress of the small band of Dahnain

women.

At precisely 4.00am, Colonel Zenda rapped on the Birim palace doors. A

small window opened in the heavy oak, metal studded portal that had

survived centuries since the Crusades and an elderly guard with a

straggly grey beard looked out at her. “I am Queen Aliyah of Dahna’s

official emissary and I bring an urgent message for your king” Zenda

spoke in a commanding voice that took her adversary by surprise for a

moment.

“Then give me the message and I shall see that His Majesty receives it

when he rises” replied the guard.

“The message is of the utmost secrecy and I must deliver it personally

and then return forthwith to my Queen with a reply. You must let me in

immediately.” The authority in her voice was compelling and the old

guard almost opened the door straight away but was stopped by the hand

of his lieutenant who had appeared to check on what was happening.

Zenda could hear the two men mumbling quietly to one another behind the

door but was unable to make out the conversation. “If you know what is

good for you, you will escort me to your king immediately, this message

will stop the war and save many lives. As you can see, we are only a

small group charged with bearing this message, we are no threat.”

The lieutenant then looked out through the window and could see that the

small group of women were apparently alone. “Your leader may enter but

the rest must wait outside.”

“As you wish” replied Zenda but, as the window closed and the door began

to open, creaking slowly on its ancient iron hinges, she and her troops

drew their bayonets out from under their cloaks and charged the door

which yielded to their combined weight and threw the two hapless guards

off balance. Zenda’s foot came up into the lieutenant’s groin, causing

him to double over only for his chin to receive the butt of her rifle,

knocking his head back sharply. He was out like a light and, fortunately

for him, never felt the bayonet enter him below his testicles and rip up

through his abdomen nor the pounding of the 25 pairs of feet that

trampled over him as the women swiftly entered the palace.

The old guard’s demise was equally swift but far more painful for he

fell over backwards as the door was forced and so was still conscious as

his genitals were removed swiftly by some deft work with a bayonet by

one of Zenda’s gifted soldiers and then, silent with the shock was

kicked and trampled by the invading column and left to slowly bleed to

death.

Once inside, Zenda led her Amazon Commando Division to the king’s

quarters where they found King George and Queen Catherine sleeping

soundly, obviously convinced that their elder son, Henry, would by

morning have gained the unconditional surrender of their neighbouring

country. Zenda dispatched two small groups of her soldiers to collect

the younger son, Prince William and the twin Princesses, Jane and Mary,

and it was the princess’ loud protests at the indignity of being

snatched forcibly from their beds in the middle of the night that roused

the sleeping King and Queen.

“What outrage is this?” screamed the King, struggling to climb out of

bed only to receive a vicious slap across his face that knocked him back

onto the bed. Grabbing his testicles through his pyjama’s and flashing

her bayonet dangerously close to them Zenda stared down at the helpless

ruler.

“Shut up an listen, you arrogant bastard” hissed Zenda, “all of you

listen. You are now prisoners of war, captured by Queen Aliyah’s elite

troups and in the morning you will be taken to Dahna where you will

swear allegiance and cede sovereignty of Birim to Queen Aliyah herself.

Right now, you will sign this unconditional surrender or, each of your

children in turn will slowly die until such time as you do sign.”

King George struggled to speak but his words died on his lips as Zenda

tightened her grip on the ‘crown jewels’ “Your elder son, as we speak,

is facing death at the hands of our troops and we shall show you

coverage of that shortly over this satellite phone relay, just in case

you might be thinking that he will be your saviour. The younger son,

Prince William, naked with his hands bound behind his back, was now

dragged into the room by a chain fastened around his testicles. He

struggled to keep up with the beautiful Dahnaian amazon that had control

of him, in spite of the repeated encouragement he was receiving from the

boots of her friends, bringing up the rear.

On the outskirts of Dahna itself, Prince Henry was suffering a similar

humiliation. He too had been sleeping when Brigadier General Tamsin had

entered his quarters and woken him roughly, binding his arms behind his

back and attaching a padlock and chain to his genitals which was now

suspended from a low tree branch. The hapless Prince had to remain on

tiptoe to minimise the pain and sensation of having his genitals ripped

off by his own weight on the chain. This might not have been so bad had

he too not had to suffer the repeated kicks and slaps from his captors,

throwing him repeatedly off balance and causing him to scream for mercy.

It was beginning to get light as the satellite phone link was made and

the first pictures of Prince Henry’s situation began to arrive in the

Royal bedroom at Birim. Queen Catherine gasped and cried out in anguish

as she saw the suffering of her elder son only to be silenced by one of

Zenda’s troops tightening her grip on the queen’s hair and stuffing her

mouth with an apple she had found in a fruit bowl on a table by the

window. Her hands held tightly behind her back and unable to stop the

tears running down her cheeks, the queen sobbed silently as her husband,

the king tried once more to gain some measure of control of the

situation and ease the suffering and humiliation of his family.

“Very well,” he gasped, “we will cease hostilities and sign a truce. I

will order my troops home immediately, just let my son down.”

“Are you deaf or stupid?” demanded Zenda, yanking the poor king’s

genitals higher and pushing his chest down onto the bed with her left

foot, its sole sliding up to come to rest under his chin and across his

throat so that breathing was impossible. Zenda’s right arm continued in

its upward arc, taking his genitals with it so that, now he also was

suspended by his balls. “Just so you can feel what your elder son is

going through and what your youngest over their will suffer in the near

future and you will feel in your turn if you do not sign the

unconditional surrender. There is to be no truce, you will cede all

sovereignty to Queen Aliyah now or each of your family will die a most

painful and slow death. “In case you doubt our intentions, just watch

the video link;” scolded Zenda, pointing now at the videophone.

A lithe young amazon soldier held up the phone so the king could get a

better view. There was a crackle of static also as Brigadier Tamsin’s

voice came over the ether “Colonel Zenda, has the king signed the

surrender document yet?”

“No Ma’am, not yet” replied Zenda.

“Very well” they all heard Tamsin’s next command “take the chain up a

notch” and the Birimi Princesses gasped as they saw their brother’s feet

now leave the ground and his beaten and bruised body now swing freely

beneath the tree branch, his testicles, purple-blue in colour now,

stretching out from his body to the extent that they must surely tear

off. They could all hear his screams for mercy as he began to spin

around in mid air, still taking regular kicks and beatings from his captors.

King George’s mind was racing, he needed his sons alive if ever they

were to maintain his dynasty. Perhaps by surrendering now, they could

reunite in exile and one day return in force to recapture their kingdom.

At fifty, he was too old to fight to regain his lands but his son’s,

Henry and William, aged 28 and 26 respectively, were in their prime and

more than capable of retrieving the situation if only he could buy time

for his family to regroup. He needed to sign the document quickly before

poor Henry’s balls parted company from the rest of his body but, unable

to breathe let alone speak, he could only look desperately up into

Zenda’s eyes.

Zenda caught the change in the king’s eyes and removed her boot from his

throat but made no concession to his tortured testicles.

“Please, let him down, I will sign, just let him down, I beg you” he

shouted at the phone as loud as he could.

At Zenda’s nod, another of her warriors appeared at the king’s bedside

with a document and a pen. “Sign first!” she commanded and, to the sound

of the audible wailing of his heir, suspended by his balls from a tree,

King George signed.

Having witnessed the signing over the video link, Brigadier General

Tamsin ordered the Prince be returned to solid ground and, having shown

King George that his son remained intact, cut the link.

Dropping the King roughly back onto his bed, Zenda began giving orders.

The warrior with the signed surrender document was charged with

hastening immediately back to Dahna. King George was roughly seized and

stripped by four of Zenda’s henchwomen, arms bound behind his back and

his genitals padlocked much as his younger son’s were. Queen Catherine

and the Princesses were trussed up helplessly in turn and, finally, all

five captives were chained together by a heavy chain padlocked to

leather collars fitted to their necks.

As the sun rose over the Birim Palace, the country’s former ruler and

his family were led naked out of its front gates and made to climb like

cattle into a waiting open truck. Few people were about at that time of

day to witness the scene but enough for the word to begin to spread.

Already, the city people were waking to the sound of helicopters and

aircraft invading their airspace as Dahnaian forces moved in to take

control of strategic infrastructure and impose a curfew on the Birimi

people. The national TV station had already begun transmitting images of

the signing of the surrender and advising Birimi people to remain at

home until further notice.

Much as they would have liked to kneel down and remain out of sight in

the open truck as it drove slowly out of Birimi and across the border to

Dahna, Zenda’s warriors did not allow them such luxury but instead made

them stand so that their former subjects might witness their downfall

and ultimate humiliation.

They drove at a modest 50 km/hour, taking just over two and a half hours

cover the distance to the edge of Dahna city where, in front of a

celebrating population of Dahnaians, they were reunited with Prince

Henry, who was roughly added to the human chain, before being driven on

foot, like cattle, through the city to the palace gates. Zenda’s

warriors encouraged their progress with whips and electric cattle prods,

much to the delight of the ecstatic Dahnaians who showed their approval

of the victory by pelting them with rotten fruit and other garbage.

King Henry looked up miserably at the Palace balcony as they were driven

through the gates, desperate to get inside and out of sight of the

baying crowds. Yes, he had instigated the war and was now being made to

pay for the defeat with this degrading march through the streets.

Surely, Queen Aliyah, in spite of their differences, would allow them to

discretely leave the country and live in exile, once the formalities of

the hand over of sovereignty were over. He could not have been more

wrong. The degradation of his family was only now beginning.

Queen Aliyah and Princess Tahlia appeared together out on the balcony as

the Birimi royal family were lined up in the courtyard. An enormous

cheer went up as they appeared and the crown began chanting ‘long live

Queen Aliyah’ but went quiet as soon as the Queen raised her hand.

“Today is a proud day in the history of Dahna” she addressed them. “You

see before you the despot king of Birim and his family who tried

forcefully to take Princess Tahlia from us and to take away our

sovereign right to exist as a nation. That they failed is in large part

due to the superior tactical strategies of our forces led by Brigadier

General Tamsin and Colonel Zenda, both of whom I am proud to announce

will be awarded the Dahna Gold Star for their bravery and services to

the crown.”

Another rousing cheer erupted from the crowds.

“In honour of this momentous occasion” continued Aliyah as the cheer

died down, “today will become an annual national holiday and there will

be a victory parade through the streets commencing at 4.00pm.” To

renewed cheering, Queen Aliyah and Princess Tahlia descended from the

balcony and walked up to the Birimi royal family aligned in front of the

palace.

“Kneel!” commanded Brigadier General Tamsin as Colonel Zenda cracked a

whip across the backs of the aligned captives who quickly got down on

their knees, denying Zenda the excuse to lash them yet again.

A small lectern with a microphone and written instructions was placed in

front of King George who too slowly realised he was required to speak.

Zenda, skilled with many weapons and implements of torture, loved the

whip and was renowned for her accuracy. She delighted the watching

crowds now by placing a perfect lash across King George’s naked back,

stinging him into action. In a cracked and defeated voice, he read out

the full terms of his surrender to the massed crowds, apologised for his

tyranny to the Dahnaian people and pledged his and his family’s

allegiance to Queen Aliyah, renouncing his regal status. His final task,

according to the instructions before him, was to crawl forward on his

knees and kiss the feet of both Queen Aliyah and Princess Tahlia,

taking, of course, the remainder of his family with him who were ordered

to do the same.

At that, Queen Aliyah once more reminded the crowd of the victory parade

that would take place that afternoon before turning to return to the

Palace. “Take them inside and hose them clean” she commanded “and then

take them to the stables and prepare them for the parade.”

‘Your Majesty, if I might have a word” begged George, fearing their

degradation was not yet over and desperate to plea for compassion and

their release into exile.

Queen Aliyah stopped in her tracks and turned. She paused for a moment

before walking over to the line of captives, her elegant stilettos

clicking on the paved courtyard. The crowd, sensing more drama, went

silent and watched intently, as their Queen placed her delicate foot

against George’s chest, pushing it back so he was forced to look upward.

“You have no right to speak unless I command it. Never, ever speak out

of turn again!” Then, swiftly bringing her jewelled foot upward, she

kicked his mouth shut.

To the cheers of the crowd, Tamsin and Zenda drove the captives into the

Palace stables where they handed them over to the stable workers. “Hose

them down and then prepare them for the parade, the two old ones to pull

the Princess’s chariot, the girls to pull the Queen’s carriage and the

boys to be saddled. Be sure they are put in appropriate livery fitting

the occasion.”

“Certainly Ma’am” responded the stable workers, all Dahnaian males

working under the supervision of mature female overseers.

Both Tamsin and Zenda knew they would do a good job not just because the

workers knew only too well the nature of punishments meted out to

workers who were slack in even the slightest way. The workers now had

the opportunity to abuse humans even lower in status than themselves and

relished the opportunity of turning them into show ponies for the

afternoon’s parade.

“Very good” said Zenda as she and Tamsin turned to leave and return to

the Queen and Princess in the Palace itself.

‘Oh my god’ thought each of the Birimi’s in turn, ‘what further

indignities are we to suffer at the hands of these people? Carriages,

saddles, are we to be treated as animals?’ Each of them too frightened

to speak, harboured their own fears as they were separated and led off

to their own stall where they were chained in such a way as to be able

to drink from a trough just above waist height, kneel but not sit, stand

but walk in only a limited radius of about one metre. Each was fitted

with a ‘scald’s bridle’ an ingenious medieval device like a horse’s

bridle but one that prevented the wearer from talking without lacerating

their tongue. Alone now and immobile, unable to speak, each was left to

contemplate the folly that has led them to pursue Princess Tahlia as a

bride for Henry with the express intent of seizing the state of Dahna

for themselves. They had lost everything, were captives, had been

publicly humiliated and clearly were to be further humiliated before the

day was over. Each praying that the day would end quickly and

desperately clinging on to the belief that their situation could not

possibly get any worse.

Unfortunately for them, the horror was only just beginning.

Chapter 2

The captured Birimi Royal Family were not left contemplating their demise for long. First, each in turn was visited by one of the male workers, carrying a hose-pipe. Once they had been doused in cold water, a female worker entered and unceremoniously washed them with carbolic soap and a coarse scourer that left their skin quite red. Then, the man with the hose returned and rinsed them off. It was fortunate that even in winter in Dahna, the daytime temperature was quite hot but that did not stop the two Princesses from shivering as they dried naturally in the warm Gulf air. Whether they were truly feeling the cold, or were in shock or whether it was simply from the fact that they had never previously been separated like this, they shivered and trembled incessantly. In all of their 25 years, the twins had never been apart and each now desperately needed the comfort of the other.

Mary was the first to be harnessed. Under the guidance of one of the female overseers, one male and one female stable hand worked together to place her in a leather harness that held her upper arms fast behind her back while separating her breast in the front. A wider strap around her waist had leather loops and metal shackles on each side and a strap that ran between her legs. Sticking through the strap, on the inside, was fixed a short, plastic plug device. Mary never saw the device but only felt it as the female worker slid it up inside her anus and tightened the strap between her legs. Mary squealed into the bridle that she still wore but was powerless to stop it and, after her protected upbringing, to speculate on what it was and why it was there. Once reunited with her twin sister, she would see that it fixed into place a long plume of horse hair that sprouted out of the other side of the strap and gave an appealing equine look to her rear.

The poor girl had never felt so uncomfortable in her life, her muscles were constantly trying to eject the foreign object that had been forced into her anus but to no effect and the leather strap between her legs was tight and invaded the lips of her vagina. Her arms were aching from their unusual position behind her back and her breasts were thrust forward as a result. The overseer herself then came around to the front and checked the tightness of the strap between Mary�s legs, much to Mary�s horror and humiliation, before taking each of Mary�s nipples in turn and attaching a spring clip from which dangled a cluster of small bells. Finally, she was led out into the yard where she was reversed in between two arms at the front and to one side of a small, ornate open carriage. Now she recalled what Queen Aliyah had said earlier and trembled again at the further humiliation she now realised was in store. They were to be used as horses or animals, to pull their conquerors around the street of Dahna.

It was not long after that her sister, Jane, was led out, also wearing a harness and mary saw for the first time the pony tail and realised the significance of the butt plug that was causing her so much discomfort. She wanted to call out and comfort her twin but was prevented by the bridle so could only look across sorrowfully and see the tears streaming down Janes cheeks. Once Jane was fitted into the carriage, reins were attached to their bridles and fed back behind them where someone they could not see but only hear began giving them instructions.

�When this rein is pulled you will turn left� came the disembodied command as their eyes were forced to look left by the pulling on the reins. �Similarly� came the same voice �this means you will turn right� as their heads were made to look right. A flick of the reins which caused a slap across their shoulders told them to move forward, repeated similar flicks to go faster and a sharp pull back meant to slow or stop.

The twin Princesses knew all of this of course, both being accomplished riders and had seen the drivers of their own carriages handle horses many times. But now, here they were, being used as horses and forced to obey the same commands they or their drivers had given to their own horses many times. �Now, we will take a spin around the Palace grounds just to make sure you know what to do� came the same voice just as they felt the reins slap their shoulders. Hesitantly, they turned their heads to one another, each seeking either encouragement or consolation from the other when the crack of a whip over their heads snapped them into action and they started forward. It was not easy getting the wooden carriage moving but gradually they moved it forward and began to pick up speed and it was not long before they were pulling it quite consistently around the Palace courtyard, turning as requested, speeding up and slowing down appropriately so that they felt a strange sense of accomplishment when finally they returned to the stable yard.

There, however, to their dismay, they met a sight that both enraged them and made them feel all the more helpless. Their parents, they saw, were similarly harnessed to themselves only in their case to a chariot. Both, once regal in stature, now appeared shrivelled and drawn and the twins feared they would take neither the physical strain of pulling a chariot nor the humiliation of being treated as animals.

They need not have worried for the former king was made of sterner stuff in spite of his wiry, 50 year old frame. He was determined to get his family through this and to negotiate their release just as soon as he was able to talk to Queen Aliyah. He realised that in the jubilation of a victory, conquerors invariably went over the top at the expense of the vanquished but was sure that once the hubbub all died down, sense would prevail and they would be sent into exile. He saw the carriage return with his precious twin daughters pulling it along and his heart went out to them. He tried to show them he was strong and to give them some hope, even as the whip cracked over his head and he and Catherine began pulling the chariot out of the yard. It was impossible to smile through a bridle but he did his best as he passed them and prayed that they too would be strong and endure the painful and humiliating treatment they did not deserve.

Henry was furious and ashamed. He felt that all of this had been his fault and that he should have suspected a trap. He had seriously underestimated his enemy and now not just he but his entire family were paying a humiliating price. As heir to the throne he had let them all down and he had to retrieve the situation. He knew he was a warrior and that in an even contest he could beat any of his captors, if only he could get his hands free.

He had not been in his chained alone in his stall long when he had been hosed down and then washed by some lowly, he thought also ugly, woman who seemed to delight in his discomfort and the sway she held over him. �Just wait� he had thought but then three of them had arrived, two men and a woman, carrying some sort of strange looking saddle and riding tack. To fit the saddle, they needed to release and reposition his arms and, knowing he was still chained by the neck, were unconcerned as they unfastened the cuffs on his arms.

It took a moment or two before the feeling and strength returned to Henry�s arms after they had been held for so long in an unnatural position but as the two men and the woman began manipulating them to fit the strange saddle device over his shoulders he decided he had had enough. Lashing out to the side with his arms he struck one of the men in the face and the other in the throat. The woman, standing in front him was too slow moving back and caught a kick in the crotch as Henry vented his fury and frustration on the stable workers. They all three backed away, out of range before the woman ran off to bring some assistance.

With his hands now free, Henry was able to remove the bridle and he screamed at the two men, standing forward of him but out of range of his feet or hands. Henry tried to unfasten the collar and chain but found the collar was padlocked. In frustration he yelled at the two men �Don�t just stand there you idiots! Help me escape these amazon bitches and come with me. You will be well rewarded!�

The men did not move but simply looked on dispassionately as an imposing female form appeared behind them, silhouetted in the doorway. �So, at least one of them is showing a bit of fight, a bit of spirit� she said softly in a threatening tone. �Out of the way you two, this one needs to be taught a lesson!�

The two men left the stall and as the Amazon guard came forward out of the light, Henry was able to better make out and appreciate her form. She was tall, athletic with well-toned muscles and moved with catlike grace. She wore knee length stiletto heeled boots and a tight fitting, all in one leather garment that was bra, corset and pants together and that allowed her great freedom of movement. In any other situation, Henry would have relished the challenge of subduing such a fine piece of womanhood and slaking his lust on her but now the roles were reversed.

The women of Dahna were well aware of Henry�s reputation for ill treating women and Kaylah, Captain of the Guard, was no exception. A cold smile spread across her lips as she approached Henry who was still standing defiantly although a little less sure of himself than he had been with the two men. �My word, you are a truly beautiful woman� Henry ventured. �Just think what you and I might achieve together, we are both warriors, release me and together we could recapture Birim and you could be my Queen.�

Kaylah�s smile broadened as she stepped further into the stall, unfolding a signal whip from behind her back and in one swift motion, cracking it just short of Henry so that he felt the air ionise in front of his face. �You have a lot to learn Birimi cur,� Kaylah snarled at him. �This is one situation where your silver tongue will not serve you. You will learn humility and respect in time but for now you are going to allow my men to fit you out in your riding gear with no further nonsense. Is that clear?�

�Have it your way bitch but my turn will come one day� replied Henry defiantly before gasping as the second crack of Kaylah�s whip lashed him over his right shoulder and across behind his left. He raised his hands now in some attempt to protect himself but there was no protection from Kaylah�s whip. If his hands went high, the lash went low and Henry was now dancing to her tune, fixed in place by the collar and chain around his neck he could not escape as Kaylah silently and mercilessly applied the whip to her hapless prisoner. Turning away from her didn�t help either, skillfully, Kaylah silently played the whip all over him, lashing it round his defenceless body so that the tip would crack against his cock, his ball or his nipples. She did not ask if he had had enough, no, she continued to lay the whip over him until he begged her to stop and, in spite of his earlier defiance, even Henry soon realised that his tormentress would not cease unless he begged her to do so and allowed them to do whatever they wished to him.

�Alright, please, stop, I beg you, mercy, please, aaaaagghhhhh, no more please, have pity����..�

Kaylah lay on another dozen strokes from the moment he began to plead for mercy before folding the whip and stepping up to her victim and grabbing him by his balls. �You foolish man� she whispered, �you must learn that there is no escape only compliance and servitude. Learn to do always as you are told, no resistance, no complaints and you will find that life can be bearable, even pleasant at times but anything less than total subservience will cause you a great deal of suffering, much worse than that little exercise. Understand?� she asked, tightening her grip on his balls as she did so.

He nodded, �yes� he whispered hoarsely.

�Yes what?� Kaylah began lifting him up by his previously tortured balls and Henry recalled the suffering he had felt the previous night when he had been suspended from a tree by his testicles. Not wanting a repeat dosage, �Yes Madam or however you wish to be addressed� he ventured hopefully.

Placing a spiked heel on Henry�s instep to prevent him raising his heels as she lifted and squeezed his balls even more, �Yes, Madam Captain will do, be sure you address people by their proper rank and you might survive better� she whispered, her face now so close to his he could feel her breath and smell her musky female odour as she glowed from her recent exercise with the whip. In spite of himself and his detest for this woman and her advantage over him, Henry was feeling aroused and Kaylah was quick to notice, letting go of his balls and raising her knee into his groin in one swift motion so that he felt an instant dull ache that swept back up to his kidneys before nauseatingly settling in the pit of his stomach. He crumpled as far as the chain on his neck would allow and was in no state to offer further resistance as Kaylah summoned the stable workers back into the stall.

This time they shackled his ankles to eye bolts in the floor before they began manipulating the saddle onto his shoulders and fixing his arms folded across his back, further supporting the saddle that rested on his shoulders, the bulk of the seat being behind his head. Stirrups dangled down his sides and two leather saddles straps passed down his chest to be united at his genitals which were pulled through a metal ring and from which another strap passed through his legs and up behind him where it split into two to join up with the shoulder straps again. Like his sisters and parents, he also suffered the indignity of the butt plug horse tail but worse. As punishment for his resistance, the large, ugly female overseer took great delight in advising him that he would be taking a much larger plug than anyone else and laughed loudly as he squirmed and desperately tried to prevent its insertion. However, with ankles spread apart, arms now securely bound again, there was nothing he could do to prevent it and, even though the overseer had lubricated the plug, it was pushed in unceremoniously and so painfully Henry could not prevent himself from crying out.

Finally, bridle and reins were fitted along with a cluster of bells on a sort of parachute attached to his balls and he too was led out into the yard. William, his brother was also lined up, similarly attired, and Henry noted that he too had welts over his flanks and back. �So Billy has resisted too� he thought proudly of his younger brother and tried through what facial expression he could manage through the bridle to signal his support and encouragement. Looking further across the yard he was shocked to see his sisters harnessed into a carriage and his parents harnessed to a chariot and he felt growing despair and guilt for having brought them to this but at least he noted no welts on them and took comfort in that they did not appear to have been beaten like William and himself.

Suddenly, Kaylah appeared at his side as he noticed another guard approach William. �Bend you knees a little� Kaylah commanded and he did so to allow her to place a foot in one stirrup and throw her leg over the saddle, taking up the reins in her hands as she did so. Henry felt her weight and, even though he could bear it, decided to make one further show of defiance and began bobbing backward and forwards, twisting and turning trying to unseat his rider. �Whoah boy� pulling on the reins and digging sharp spurs into Henry�s flanks Kaylah told him to settle down and reminded him of his earlier treatment by giving him a resounding crack on his buttocks with a riding crop.

With his head pulled harshly back by the reins and bridle so that it was pressed up against his rider�s crotch, and with sharp spurs piercing his flanks, Henry once more decided on discretion being the better part of valour and followed Kaylah�s instructions to the letter. An accomplished rider himself, he did not need to be told what the signals and gestures meant and so, along with William his brother, quickly cantered around the yard.

�Excellent� Kaylah remarked as she dismounted and walked round to the front of her human pony where she caressed his face with her gloved hand. �You did well boy� she said, almost with a tinge of affection, or was it further teasing wondered Henry as she continued �Perform like that in the parade and there might even be a treat for you tonight.� He knew enough to know that he would suffer if he didn�t perform in the parade and, in light of his treatment so far, did not think he would necessarily like the �treat� that might be in store for but nevertheless, there was something arousing about being handled in this way and he blushed in shame as his erect penis testified to this, bringing a throaty chuckle out of Kaylah�s mouth.

�OK, let�s get this show on the road� Kaylah shouted and stable workers then led the Birimi royal family, harnessed and saddled up round to the main courtyard of the Palace and up to the steps in front of the main doors. The twin Princesses, Mary and Jane led the way, pulling the Queen Aliyah�s carriage, followed by the former king and queen, George and Catherine pulling Princess Tahlia�s chariot with the two Princes, Henry and William side by side at the rear. They noted the gathered ranks of Queen Aliyah�s army waiting to follow the Royal group and they could hear the general hubbub of the Dahnaian�s out lining the streets beyond the Palace walls.

As they waited in front of the Palace for a short time, Henry looked across at his brother, William and tried to show some sign of encouragement to help him through the ordeal. Ahead of them, George was trying to do the same to Catherine and Mary, who had always been the unelected and unofficial leader of the twins, was trying to comfort the tearful Jane. Unable to speak though, their efforts went largely unnoticed.

Eventually, Queen Aliyah and Princess Tahlia appeared, escorted by Brigadier General Tamsin and Colonel Zenda. The group first walked along the ranks of gathered troops, inspecting the turn out of her Amazon Army. Queen Aliyah occasionally stopped to talk briefly with one or two of her soldiers before they finally came to the front of the procession and inspected her human ponies and their livery. �I see these two have come in for some punishment, especially this one� commented Aliyah standing by the two princes and pointing to Henry.

�Yes, your Majesty� replied Kaylah, stepping forward, �both ponies attempted to bolt and had to have some extra training.�

�I see. Well, we shall find out if it did any good once the parade starts� went on the Queen and, stepping up then to William, the younger of the two, ran her hands over his back and thighs. �This one looks especially fit and healthy whereas the other looks a little tired and worn.� Helplessly, William tried to remain stoic while the Queen, ran her hands over his flesh. He hated this woman that now had control over his life, his destiny but in spite of his best efforts to remain distant, his eyes, absorbing this regal woman of astounding beauty and his taut nerves, tingling at the brush of her silk-gloved hand made resistance impossible and his penis began an inexorable rise to prominence. �Why look at this!� exalted Queen Aliyah, raising her golden stiletto sandals to his genital, her beautifully manicured and painted toenails catching everyone�s eye and drawing them to the unfortunate Prince�s now enormous cock. �I see this boy has taste! And oh! How delightful are these bells?� playing now with the parachute that dangled from his balls and extricating a pretty tingling sound.

William was mortified that his family should see his pleasure at the attention he was getting from Queen Aliyah but was powerless to prevent it and suffered all the more as his tormentress flicked his testicles from side to side with her painted toes simply to hear the chime of the bells. His cock raged even harder as she toyed with him and all but those of his family were laughing at the fun their Queen was enjoying at his expense. Finally, with a sharp flick of her ankle, his testicles were pushed up into his abdomen, causing him to double over and almost choke.

Aliyah inspected the remainder of her human cavalcade in silence. Neither George nor Catherine or the girls raised their eyes from the ground, terrified that they might be further humiliated. Aliyah did play with Jane�s bells, dangling from the Princess� nipples but only elicited a stream of tears, tears of humiliation from the girl and decided she was not worth toying with, at least not for the moment.

�Enough frivolity! To the parade!� she cried, stepping finally onto her carriage and flicking the reins. Princess Tahlia mounted the chariot immediately behind and to their dismay, Brigadier General Tamsin and Colonel Zenda mounted Henry and William respectively before following their Queen as she led the way out of the Palace and into the waiting crowds.

Mary and Jane strained at their harnesses as they pulled Queen Aliyah forward through the gates. They had started slowly, been encouraged by the whip, flailing across their lilywhite flanks and were now trying to settle in at a pace being signalled by their driver, Queen Aliyah. The amassed crowds were daunting, parting ahead of them as they strained forward, no idea where they were headed, controlled solely by the reins as handled by Aliyah. If they slowed, a crack of the whip raised their pace, much to the delight of the crowd and if they were moving too quickly, the queen reined them in fiercely with the reins, the cruel bridle fouling their delicate mouths.

Behind, George and Catherine were struggling through a lack of fitness, their lifestyle having been particularly unsuited to their current situation but they strained forward, grateful at least that a chariot was lighter than a carriage. However, Tahlia was not as good a driver as her mother and, determined, as she was, to maintain an even space between them, was over zealous with both whip and rein, particularly to Catherine who she sensed was not pulling her weight and whom she felt particularly angry towards. �What woman could ever allow her son to behave like she encouraged Henry� she mused and gave her an extra crack of the whip for good measure.

Rebelious Henry considered another attempt at bucking his rider but Tamsin has his measure. Before climbing into the saddle she had taken his reins and pulled his face close to hers and breathed into his nostrils much as you do with a horse, knowing full well that Henry would have done this to calm his own horses many times before. �Be good and strong� she encouraged �and you will be rewarded. Cause trouble,� she threatened �and you will be punished.� Defiant as he was and much as he hated the amazon woman that climbed into the saddle, he was no fool and bore her weight begrudgingly, his body, still tender from Kaylah�s flogging fearing the sharp silver spurs worn by his rider.

Zenda, amused by her Queen�s exchange with the younger prince, also moved in front of him before mounting and, blowing into his face, smiled at him. �Well, well� she whispered alluringly, �this little boy pony has the hots for our Queen and is not under-endowed.� As William blushed bright crimson, detesting this woman who held control over his reins but somehow finding once more his penis swelling to prominence, Zenda swung gracefully up into the saddle and, as she urged him forward with her wickedly sharp spurs, encouraged him further �C�mon boy, get a move on. Do this well and I will see you rewarded � you already know how I can punish you if you don�t.

The two brothers carried their charges well, each in a strange way feeling exhilarated by carrying such magnificent women and yet each feeling they had sullied themselves by doing so. The crowds cheered and threw ticker tape on the procession and although they laughed and jeered at the human ponies carrying their conquering heroines, the Birimi royal family pressed on, their bell jangling, their tails bobbing with each step and sending curious sensations up and into the bodies of them all. The princesses both became increasingly aroused by the jogging of their naked breasts and the chafing of the strap between their legs, although uncomfortable, also had an arousing effect.

George and Catherine however felt totally humilated the whole of the journey and could not wait for it to end. They accepted it as an ordeal they had to overcome and managed it with surprising dignity even if they struggled pulling the chariot towards the end of their circular tour of the city of Dahna. The leather harnesses played roughly on their ageing skin and, as fit as they thought they were, keeping pace with their daughters up ahead was difficult.

What relief, they felt as they finally turned back into the Palace gates. Each one aching, tired, hot, and sweating profusely was grateful to leave the baying crowds behind and to see the hot, tropical sun fall over the horizon. They each felt a strange sense of accomplishment as they were unharnessed or unsaddled and a certain comfort at being returned to their familiar stall, no matter how rudimentary or primitive it was. None had slept for an eternity, they had been forced into physical exertions beyond their experience, had suffered humiliations they could not have dreamed of and wanted nothing more to sleep and recover their scrambled wits. Even the hosing down with cold water now seemed a luxury and was met without complaint, uttered or otherwise. When, shortly after dark, they were each brought a bowl of food scraps, you would have thought it were a feast, so hungry and undiscriminating had they become. �It was over� thought George, �there is nothing worse than this. Tomorrow is another day, things can only get better.� Whether he truly believed this or was just trying to convince or comfort himself he had no way of passing on his thoughts to his family who, exhausted, curled up in the straw on the floor of their stall and fell into troubled sleep, ignoring the sounds of revelry coming from the palace celebrations that continued on into the night.

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.

Chapter 4

Meanwhile, elsewhere down, deep in the Palace, Henry had been led by Princess Tahlia to a large vaulted dungeon filled with instruments of torture and with several cells around the side, cages hanging from the ceiling and aligned along the walls.  As he entered on his knees, struggling to keep pace with the Princess, he noticed bodies stirring in the cages and faces appearing in the cell door windows, alerted by the click of Tahlia’s stiletto heels ringing out on the flagstone floor.  Each face, thought Henry, looking somewhat relieved that they were not the reason for Tahlia’s presence in the dungeon and a growing sense of foreboding crept over him.

Tahlia led him into the centre of the dungeon and then stopped, turned and bent down to his level and looked him straight in the eye.  �Now, puppy dog� she murmered to him in the tone of voice one would use for a new pet, �this is your new home for a while, at least until you have been properly house trained.  We have a nice cage over here in the corner for you and I am going to take full personal charge of your training.  Aren’t you a lucky little doggy?�

Henry could only stare in disbelief.  This could not be happening to him, he, Prince Henry of Birim, soldier and warrior being treated like a pet dog by nothing more than a girl.  He hated her and was determined that he would never give into her and play her silly games �I am not and will never be your puppy dog� he hissed in reply.

Princess Tahlia extended her hand and tousled his hair.  Patting him on the head, she replied. �There, there my pet, I expect you to be angry and defiant but you will soon get used to your new life and the harder you work on your training the easier it will be for you but,� slapping him hard across the face, twice, Tahlia continued �that sort of attitude will only cause you pain and grief.�

�Now, first we have to make you look more like a dog.  Guard!� she went on.  Two guards had accompanied them on their long journey down from Queen Aliyah’s rooms and one now stepped forward.  �Bring me a dog tail butt plug and a set of doggy shoes.�

Henry fought to recover his wits through the thousand and one stars that were dancing in front of his eyes as a result of the double blow he had just received.  ‘doggy shoes and tail’ he thought, ‘what on earth was this bitch talking about.’  He soon found out as one of the guards went over to a storage cupboard against the dungeon wall and came back with a cloth bag, tied up with cord, which he opened and spilt out the contents on the floor in front of Henry’s eyes.  There was butt plug with a dog’s tail extending from it, a pair of what looked like leather high-heeled ankle boots but without the heels and a pair of leather sleeves, ending in small pouches with what looked like an adjustable leg extending from them.

�Fit the feet first!� commanded Tahlia and Henry was pushed forward onto his face while the guards began fitting the ankle boots to each foot in turn.  He tried to struggle free and to his feet but his efforts were quickly crushed when Tahlia’s stilleto boot came down on the back of his neck and pressed his face further into the cold stone flagged floor.  Henry felt his feet being forced into the boots that held them as if he were on tip-toes. Once laced up, he found that he had very little range of movement in his feet and wondered how he would ever walk in them.

He need not have bothered because he was never going to walk in them, at least not as he understood the word.  His hands were next, slipping into the sleeves where he found a cushioned ball at the end, around which his fingers had no option but to slide in such a way that he held the ball in his hand with the curious adjustable extension passing between his two middle fingers.  Finally, with little ceremony and even less lubrication, the butt plug was forced into his unyielding ass so that not only did it hurt on entry, it continued to cause him some discomfort and his muscles quickly rejected it.  Out of nowhere, a cane lashed across his naked buttocks, not once but four times so that Henry writhed in pain as much as he was able, still under the weight of Princess Tahlia’s boot.  �Replace it� came Tahlia’s order and, as the guard replaced it �keep that in there puppy or there will be much more pain than those few strokes to deal with.�

Henry felt outraged as the butt plug was replaced and frustrated as he fought in vain to hold it in.  Try as he might, he was unable to prevent his rectal muscles from expelling the object and, after three more failed attempts and twelve strokes of the cane Tahlia relented �OK, strap it in for now, he will soon get used to it.�

One of the guards went back over to the store cupboard and returned with a leather strap with a hole through which the dogtail would pass but not the butt plug.  Then, with the plug fitted with the strap, it was again forced into Henry’s reluctant ass and the strap passed between his legs where his genitals were pushed through another hole with a curious ring around it and an attachment that looped around and fastened to his balls. Beyond this hole, the strap split and passed around his waist to fasten in the middle of his back where they met the other end of the strap that came up from the tail, between his buttocks.  Try now as they may, Henry’s rectal muscles flexed in vain to repel the invading plug and he almost wept in frustration, as he lay under the boot of this girl, powerless to do anything about his humiliating predicament. 

With anger rising inside him but still with his face pressed against the cold flagged floor, Henry determined that as soon as he could he would attack.  Right now, hands still bound behind his back, he was helpless but as soon as he had any slight opportunity to turn the tables he would, he just had to remain alert for the opportunity.

�Now little puppy dog� he heard Tahlia address him once more, �we are going to release your hands so that you can get back onto your four paws.  I don’t advise you to try anything stupid like attempting to get up and run or fight for not only will you be likely to fall and hurt yourself but you will also be hopelessly defeated in whatever you try and will only then have to suffer the painful consequences.�

‘This could be my chance’ thought Henry, totally ignoring his tormentress’ instructions and steeling himself to spring into attack as soon as his hands were free.  He felt the guards releasing his hands and arms and, although he was still under Tahlia’s boot, he sensed she was releasing the pressure on his neck.

�Now my pet, ease yourself up slowly� instructed Tahlia but Henry pulled his feet up first so that he was in a crouching position and then pushed up quickly with his hands and attempted to go for the throat of his female enemy.  Of course, he had forgotten that he had no hands, just balled fists in a gloved sleeve with an extension on the end.  He had also forgotten that his footwear gave him little range of movement in his feet and he found himself teetering forward on the tips of his toes.  Realising that he was falling forward onto Tahlia, he put his useless hands or fore paws out to try and break his fall by resting them on her shoulders but she simply stepped back a pace and watched as he crashed to the floor.

As Henry lay there winded and confused, trying to regain some composure, the cane came down once more on his buttocks, not once or twice this time but repeatedly and viciously as Princess Tahlia laid into him without mercy.  �You silly, silly little puppy� she scolded, �you were told to get up slowly and carefully and not to try anything silly but you chose not to listen.  When will you learn that only by obeying me will your torture and pain cease?�

And Henry was in pain, both physical and mental as he tried once more to get onto his feet.  Through the pain of the repeated blows to his bare flanks and buttocks and his mental anguish at being at the mercy of this mere girl, he slowly came to realise that he was no better than a dog in the sense that he could not stand on two feet in this footwear and he no longer had hands, he could only move forward on all fours, just as a dog.

�Come on puppy, get up and on your feet, we have some exercises for you to get you used to your new station in life!� scolded Tahlia while still landing effective stinging blows on Henry with her cane.

Henry struggled up onto all fours and found himself on a level with Tahlia’s hips, looking down at her feet.  �There’s a good dog� commented Tahlia, exchanging the leash on his collar for a longer chain that was attached to a ring set in the stone floor in the centre of the dungeon.  �Now puppy� she continued, �walk forward to the limit of the leash.�

Grateful that the beating had stopped, Henry tried to move forward.  His feet were held such that he could not set his heels on the ground and could only move forward on the balls of his feet.  He also found that the extensions on his gloved hands evened him up so that his shoulders were slightly higher than his hips.  Walking forward on them felt strange, not just because of his modified limbs but also because with every step he felt a bouncing movement in his new tail which seemed to make the butt plug rub against his prostate, giving him an unwanted erection.

He reached the limit of the chain and stopped with his back to Princess Tahlia.  �Turn to your left� she instructed him �and walk around in a circle, keeping the chain taught.�

Henry complied and began slowly walking around in a circle, consciously and carefully getting used to having to walk on all fours.  Tahlia stood in the centre of the dungeon watching him.  He occasionally glanced over to her and soon noticed that the cane had been swapped for a short whip.  Seeing that she had a whip now, steeled him even more to carry out her wishes as best he could for the time being at least.  He knew he was defeated for the moment and, with his buttocks and flanks still stinging and sore, his muscles also aching from his exertions over the previous two days and weak from lack of food, he resigned himself to his situation and determined to regain his strength and wait for a good opportunity to turn the tables on his tormentress.  If that meant playing the role of her puppy dog then so be it, he had lost so much of his dignity already, a little more was nothing if it allowed him ultimately to recover and turn the tables.

After several laps of the dungeon he found himself moving more easily and was becoming accustomed to moving on all fours.  �Faster now puppy!� commanded Tahlia, landing a stinging whiplash across his back and bringing a new level of urgency in Henry’s movements but causing him at the same time to stumble and fall forwards again on his face.  �Oh dear!  I can see you need to be shown how a dog runs my pet.  Let’s go back to walking for now.�

Henry regained his feet and walked as quickly as he could for another five laps of the dungeon.  �Stop!� commanded Tahlia and Henry stopped.  �Sit!� she continued and Henry sat, forcing himself to picture a dog sitting and doing his very best to copy but struggling to accommodate his tail and eventually squatting more than sitting.  �That’s a good puppy dog� complimented Tahlia, walking over to him and patting his head partonisingly and filling Henry with disgust.  Worse for Henry, Tahlia had noticed Henry’s enormous erection caused by the bouncing of his ‘tail’ as he walked and, flicking his cock and balls with her boot she commented �well, well my pet, I can see you enjoy being trained by your Mistress, now, stay as you are and watch for a while my pet.�

As much as Henry hated hearing those words and being treated so patronisingly, he was not going to argue.  His unnatural walking had tired him and his back ached now from this as much as it stung from his beatings.  He sat as still as he could as he watched Tahlia walk over to a cage and open the door.  �Come Tootsie!� she called and Henry watched as a female emerged from the cage on all fours and immediately bent to lick Tahlia’s boots.  �There’s a good girl Tootsie, show our new puppy dog how he must learn to behave and show respect for his new owner.�

Henry looked on in disgust at this slave girl dog, attired just as he was, lavishly worshipped Tahlia’s stilleto-heeled boots before performing to Tahlia’s every command.  �Now Tootsie, sit and stay!�  Tahlia ordered.  �Puppy, watch and learn, see how she sits?�  Henry noticed that Tootsie has accommodated her tail by sitting on one buttock so as to avoid the tail and moved to copy her.  �Lie down� Tahlia commanded and Henry saw her curl her knees and arms under her and lie just as a dog would.  Henry thought he would copy her and lay down as she had. �Good boy, puppy, now stay there and watch how she walks, trots and runs.  Tootsie, here girl� went on Tahlia.

Tootsie quickly moved across the dungeon in what Henry assumed was a trot and noticed that the forelegs and rear legs no longer worked with the same timing but that the rear legs propelled the body forwards and the forelegs acted more as support between repeated springs. 

Tahlia then tossed something into the far corner of the dungeon �run and fetch girl!� she commanded and Henry watched Tootsie run, throwing her fore paws forward while pushing off alternately with her hind legs.  Tootsie returned with a bone-shaped leather object that she dropped at Tahlia’s feet before looking up expectantly at her owner.  Tahlia knelt down and patted her bitch’s head with one hand, picking up the bone shaped object with the other, throwing it this time to another part of the dungeon.  Tootsie sped off giving Henry a different view of the way she moved this time and Henry tried to imprint the motion in his mind.

After playing ‘fetch’ for about a half hour and giving Henry several examples of how he should be moving, Tahlia took Tootsie’s head in her hands and kissed her gently on the forehead before patting her rump and returning her to her cage.  �Back to your cage now Tootsie, my pet� she ordered and Henry watched as the girl obediently trotted back to her cage where she entered and curled up looking outward as one of the guards closed the door.

�Now puppy, your turn� Tahlia ordered, �up on your feet and walk!�

Henry stiffly got back on his feet and began to walk again in a circle around the dungeon.  After a couple of circuits in which he was frantically trying to keep the picture of Tootsie trotting and running in his head, he heard the whip crack.  �Faster!� came the command and he once more tried to change his gait.  He got in three or four strides before losing the sequence and falling once more.  He felt the whip sting him back onto his feet and back into the unnatural trotting gait, doing better this time and almost completing half a circuit before losing it once more.  Another lash of the whip and he was up and running yet again, sweating profusely and desperately trying to get used to the sequence of movement while also feeling the effect of his now bouncing tail all the more.  This time, he completed a circuit and felt he was beginning to get the hang of it when he felt yet another lash of the whip.  �Faster!� demanded Tahlia and Henry strived to go up a gear only to lose the sequence once more and end up sprawling and gasping for breath on the stone floor.

�Please, please no more� he cried in desperation as the whip lashed him again but to no avail.  �Sit!� commanded Tahlia after landing three more stinging blows on her new dog.  She walked over to him as he sat, panting, listening to the click of her heels clearly echoing her purposeful stride.  She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face to look up at her.  �Doggies cannot talk!� she hissed at him.  �You may bark, whine, growl or whimper but you do not speak ever!  Is that clear?�

Henry almost said yes but caught himself just in time and whimpered instead, bringing a huge smile to Tahlia’s face and even greater shame on himself as he turned bright red and felt his face flush and tears well up in his eyes through both the pain of his hair being pulled and the humiliation he felt.  She noticed the tears in his eyes.  �There, there my pet; I know it is hard for a little puppy to learn but it is for your own good, you will soon see� she consoled him patronisingly, holding his head in her hands now and squatting down to look into his eyes. �Just a little more training my pet and then you can rest awhile� she continued, once more flicking his erection with her boot in amusement.

Henry’s shame deepened as he realised it was bad enough to have to humour this bitch with her silly games but to be betrayed by his cock into seeming as if he was enjoying it was all too much.

�Stay there� Tahlia commanded and moved away across the dungeon.  �Here boy!� she called and Henry trotted across to her as best he could.  ‘Not as polished as Tootsie but not bad’ thought Tahlia.  �Greet� she commanded and Henry hesitated only a moment before bending his head to lick her boots.  Smiling broadly to herself, Tahlia was revelling in her control over Henry and in his humiliation and capitulation.  �Good boy� she said, �now continue your exercises and walk.�

Henry once again began his tedious lapping of the dungeon but this time, when the command came to run he managed, however ungainly, to complete three full circuits.  �Stop and sit!� Tahlia commanded and Henry obeyed.  �Good boy, now lie down.�

Henry lay down, watching and waiting.  Tahlia stood in the centre of the dungeon and saw not only that he had managed to lie correctly but that he was also close to exhaustion, sweating and panting profusely.  �Here boy� she said presently and smiled as Henry came quickly over to her and once more began licking her boots.  �Enough boy, sit now!�  Henry sat as Tahlia removed the longer chain and replaced it with the shorter leash.  �Come� she ordered and led him over to a corner of the dungeon and a trough filled with water.  Henry needed no instruction but immediately began lapping up the cold water, not stopping to consider who else may have shared this trough or the source of the water.

Tahlia grabbed his balls from behind as he drank.  �I am pleased to see that my new puppy is enjoying his training,� she said.  �If he does well then he will be rewarded for his efforts and may be allowed to breed with one of the other dogs, perhaps Tootsie.  You like Tootsie didn’t you puppy?�

Henry felt mortified, not least that this girl was playing with his genitals and he sensed he was close to orgasm but also that she should be planning to use him in some form of breeding programme with another of her slaves.  He focussed hard on lapping up the water but was powerless to subdue the need to orgasm and he shook violently as he sprayed his cum into a pool on the stone floor.

�Oh my, puppy is excitable isn’t he?� exclaimed Tahlia, �now, be a good puppy and lick up your mess!�  With her hand squeezing his balls, Henry was in no position to object and, digusted and ashamed, he lowered himself and licked up his own cum from off the floor, leaving such a salty taste in his mouth that he quickly returned to the trough, lapping up more water in an attempt to remove the flavour from his tongue.

�There, is that better puppy?� Tahlia asked once he had sated his thirst and was so delighted when he responded with a ‘woof-woof’ that she once more patted his head.  �Come on then puppy, lets put you to bed for a while� she continued and led him over to an empty cage that Henry entered eagerly. 

In spite of everything, Henry felt a strange sense of security in his cage.  He was away from Tahlia and her whip for the moment and could rest.  Even though the cage measured only 1.5 metres long by a metre wide and a metre high, the floor was padded and there was enough room for him to curl up and relax.  Tahlia locked the door and then went over to Tootsie’s cage and led her out of the dungeon.  �Come along Toots, you deserve some fresh air� said Tahlia, snapping a leash onto Tootsie’s collar and leading her out of the dungeon.

One of the guards came over to Henry’s cage and slid in a bowl of unappetising looking gruel and a bowl of water.  Until then, Henry had not realised how hungry he had become and, as unappetising as the food looked, he wolfed it down and lapped up more water before curling up and resting.  As he lay in his cage he mulled over his situation.  ‘Yes’ he thought, ‘the bitch has the upper hand for the moment and thinks she has broken me but that’s good, I can bide my time until the right moment and then revenge will be sweet.’  Comforted by those thoughts, his tiredness soon overhauled him and he fell asleep. 

So deeply did he sleep that he missed seeing Tahlia return with Tootsie and stop to look over him as he slept.  He missed also other slaves being tortured and forced into compliance in whatever role Tahlia had picked out for them.  Had he not been so tired and stayed awake to witness Tahlia’s torture of other unfortunate slaves he would not have had the same confidence in his ability to one day turn the tables on her. 

When, finally, he did wake, his bladder ached and desperately he looked around the dimly lit dungeon.  A guard sat reading a book by the entrance and Henry was about to call out to him when he thought better of it and instead made a barking noise.  The guard looked up and then walked over to the cage.  �Does puppy want out then?  Does puppy need to pee perhaps?� questioned the guard and Henry eagerly woofed his confirmation, hoping the guard would lead him outside to pee where he might get a chance to escape.

No such luck.  Instead, the guard went back to his seat and where he picked up a wall phone and made a call.  �Yes, Your Majesty, the puppy has woken�����.yes, your Majesty.� Henry heard and then watched in silence as the guard simply sat down and returned to his reading.  He tried whining and whimpering but to no avail.  The guard simply ignored him.  ‘Was he to pee in his own bed he wondered? Was this a design to humiliate him further?’  He was desperate to relieve himself and was certain that he would not be able to hold it in any longer when the dungeon door opened and in strode Princess Tahlia, leather clad and, with whip in hand.  A sense of dread came over him yet again.  He did not want to play her silly doggy games again but knew he must or suffer more pain and humiliation.

�Such a good little puppy dog not wanting to pee in his bed� cooed Princess Tahlia, once more filling Henry with shame and disgust at himself for having to play such a part.  �A good puppy can go walkies� Tahlia continued opening the cage door.  �Come on boy� she called and Henry left the safety of his cage and, in spite of his bursting bladder, immediately lavished his attention on Tahlia’s boots.  �There’s a very good puppy dog� Tahlia continued, delighted by Henry’s dedication.  She clipped a short leash onto his collar, �come along� she urged, turning and pulling on the leash, time for some more training.�

Henry obediently followed Tahlia out of the dungeon and up two flights of stairs, exiting through a door into a large walled garden with a single tree over in the far corner.  Tahlia removed the leash.  �Go on then boy� she commanded and, nonplussed for a second, Henry remained unsure of what he was supposed to do until his aching bladder reminded him and he set off walking to the tree in the far corner.

As he walked across the garden, his soldiers mind was taking it all in.  ‘Was there a chance to escape?’ he wondered.  ‘Tahlia is alone with me, can I overpower her?  If I do can I get out of the palace?  What lies over the wall?  Can I get over the wall?’

He reached the tree and cocked his leg, peeing up against the trunk.  Such relief.  �Good boy� he heard Tahlia cry from across the garden �come here boy, come on!�

He turned and trotted back to her.  She squatted down as he approached and then patted his head as he arrived.  �That’s a good puppy but you must learn that in future puppy you do not pee straight away, a good puppy must first sniff and smell around the tree and then pee.  He must also smell his own pee when he has finished so that he can always recognise his pee and the pee of other doggies.  You will remember that next time won’t you puppy?�

Horrified, Henry nonetheless barked his agreement, wondering what further depths of depravity this girl would force on him.

Tahlia then produced the bone shaped piece of leather and threw it across the garden, pretty much into the spot where he had peed.  �Fetch!� she commanded and Henry turned and ran across the garden back to the tree where, sure enough, he found the leather bone-shaped object in the wet dirt where he had just urinated.  Grimacing he picked it up, tasting his own urine in the soil that he collected with it.  Nevertheless, he turned and ran back to Tahlia who, he noticed, once more squatted down to greet him when he arrived with the leather ‘bone.’

�Drop� she commanded and, when he did, picked it up and threw it once more into the patch of urine he had left at the foot of the tree.  �Fetch boy!� she commanded again and Henry once more turned to retrieve the object but infuriated this time.  He had had enough of this and decided he would put a stop to it.  This time, as he returned he would attack if she squatted down to greet him.  He knew he would be inside the effectiveness of her whip before she would realise that he was not going to stop and that gave him an enormous advantage, particularly as she would be down on her haunches.

He turned and ran back to her as swiftly as he could, building up momentum as he approached her.  As before, Tahlia squatted to greet her ‘puppy’ delighted by his eagerness to please her but realised too late that he was not going to stop.  She raised her hands to ward him off as he leapt at her throat, knocking her backwards and landing on top of her.  Winded, Tahlia struggled to get from under him but his weight was heavy on her and although he had no fingers to grab her throat, he was able to use the heel of his hands to press down on it, stopping her intake of breath.  �That’s enough bitch� he snarled at her, �I am nobody’s puppy dog, least of all yours!�

Tahlia was unable to breathe let alone speak but was unfazed by her situation.  Her hand slid down to her belt where she found a small transmitter and pressed the button.  Henry screamed and leapt up off her as quickly as he had got on top of her.  Tahlia kept her finger on the button while Henry continued to wail, conviulse and roll around the garden in agony, unable to clutch his tortured genitalia never mind remove the apparatus attached to the strap that was sending searing electric shocks through his abdomen..  Unknown to Henry, the butt plug had a metal tip linked to a ring at the base that connected to a metal strip that ran along the inside of the strap to the metal ring around his balls.  The tail had a small receiver linked to capacitor in the butt plug that emitted a strong electric current when activated, sending electric shock waves from the tip of the butt plug to his balls.

Tahlia slowly recovered her composure and eventually came to stand over Henry, still writhing in agony even though Tahlia had now removed her finger from the button.  �Oh you silly, silly, little puppy dog� she scolded him, �now you will have to be severely punished before we can continue with your training.  A doggie must learn never to attack his owner and to obey her always.  Now,� attaching the leash back to his collar, �come along.�

She turned and led Henry, defeated, his genitals in agony and with tears of frustration and despair coursing down his cheeks back down in to the dungeon.  �It will be a long time now puppy before you get to play outside again� she scolded him further, �I am really disappointed in you.  You will need to really be very good now and learn your lessons exceptionally well before I can trust you again.� 

If Henry had experienced a sense of foreboding the first time he had entered Tahlia’s dungeon, entering for the second time, for the first time in his life, he was filled with absolute dread and fear, slowly beginning to realise the capacity of this girl for absolute cruelty and his own incapacity to counter it.

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.

Chapter 6

Aliyah was smiling broadly as she made her way from her private apartment down through the palace towards the dungeons where she wanted to witness her daughter’s training of the animal, Henry. 

She was happy with the way things were going with Catherine.  She had always thought her a cold, frigid bitch but could sense that she had hidden passion that for years she had kept restrained.  As a result of what had just transpired, Aliyah was in no doubt that Catherine would make a good sex slave and be worth a considerable sum once she had been trained and Aliyah had tired of her.  If the twin girls were of similar ilk, then Aliyah had really won a worthwhile prize.  With that thought, she decided to make a detour via the laundry where the twins had been assigned as slaves.

As she entered, overseers and slaves alike bowed or curtseyed in greeting but Aliyah did not see the two captive Birimian princesses.  �Your Majesty� spoke the senioir overseer, approaching Aliyah, �the new slave-girls proved to be useless at manual labour, they do not have the strength to lift the heavier bedding and table linen when it is dry let alone when wet and as for actually washing anything, they have no idea.�

�So what have you done with them?� enquired Aliyah.

�I put them to washing smaller lighter things and then decided, as punishment for their ineptitude, to use them to help dry the laundry.  Please, come this way Your Majesty and I will show you.�

Aliyah was curious to see what her overseer had done to punish the two girls and was delighted when, passing outside into a small courtyard where much laundry was hanging on lines, drying in the late afternoon sun and breeze, she found the two girls tied to pillars at either end of the yard.  Their arms were held out horizontally by being tied to long broom handles that extended across their shoulders and behind their necks.  In each hand was a length of rope, extending between them across the yard and onto which was pegged much of the laundry of the day.  However, much worse for them was two additional ropes, also bearing the weight of laundry, but tied off to each of their breasts that were turning blue under the strain.

�They have been ordered not to let the lines in their hands drop or allow any of the items drying to fall, in other words, keep the lines taught and still,� advised the overseer, �and they will not be released until all of the items are dry.�

�And what if they should fail?� asked Aliyah as she moved over to Jane and running her hand up over one of her swollen, purple breasts and flicking the erect nipple, eliciting stifled moans from the girl through her gag.

�Then they must endure both a flogging and repeat the exercise with the next load of laundry until that too is dry.  They are aware that although the laundry is drying quickly in the sun, it will soon be night time and so will dry all the more slowly, making their torture all the longer and more unbearable.�

Aliyah smiled in delight and looking at Jane could see the pain in her eyes.  The poor girl could not speak of her suffering through the gag in her mouth but her eyes told it all, begging Aliyah for release.  Unfortunately for her, Aliyah tormented Jane further by playing with her already suffering breasts and then moving a hand between the poor girls legs, working her fingers inside her, arousing her and bringing her to an orgasm as she stood frantically hanging onto the washing lines in her hands.

The overseer looked on in fascination as her Queen further tormented the girl by testing vigourously the state of the washing hanging from each of the lines, especially those attached to her breasts.  Jane’s face screamed out in anguish as Aliyah pulled on the lines.  �Well this one at least seems to be developing some strength!� laughed the Queen before turning her attention to Mary, who, having witnessed what had happened to her twin sister was not sure how she herself would react.  The woman approaching her was evil, of that she had no doubt yet, as Aliyah toyed with her body, Mary found herself unwillingly aroused, experiencing an eroticism accentuated by her helplessness.  As Aliyah continued to tease and torment her, Mary was not certain that she could hold out any longer but hold out she did although her relief was short lived as she heard Aliyah’s comments to the overseer.

�You have done well.  I like this idea and, once this washing is dry, I think we should use them in my private rooms, one tied to each pillar either side of my bed and set with candles to give me light.  They should make rather unique and ornate candelabra don’t you think?�

�Why yes, Your Majesty, what a splendid idea� replied the overseer, knowing full well that her Queen would entertain herself with the two hapless girls rather than lie in bed reading.  Nevertheless, �it shall be done� she replied.

With that, Aliyah left the laundry and continued her journey down to Tahlia’s dungeon where she was eager to witness the ongoing training of the animal, Henry.  He was an animal, Aliyah was certain.  She had heard enough stories of his treatment of women to know of his disrespect for females and it was only fitting that her daughter, one of his intended victims, should be the one to educate him.

As she approached he dungeon, Aliyah could hear the crack of a whip, a sound that never failed to excite her.  Her steps quickened in the hopes of witnessing Henry being flogged and, as she burst into the dungeon unannounced, she saw Henry running as fast as he could, once again around and around the dungeon while attached to a central post.  Tahlia was cracking the whip just behind his buttocks to ensure that he maintained a good pace and was so focussed on her task that she did not immediately notice her mother’s arrival.  

Neither for that matter did Henry.  He was so intent on avoiding the whiplash that he was running blindly around in a circle as fast his, now, four legs could carry him.  The palms of his hands hurt, unaccustomed to their new role in supporting his �doggy� movements, his back and legs ached from their unnatural posture and he was desperate for a rest.  He had been running non-stop since Tahlia had led him in from the courtyard and this was her idea of a punishment, well, this and the lashes that she had caught him with.

�Enough, sit puppy� called Tahlia on seeing her mother at last and moving over to greet her.  �He had far too much energy out in the garden so needs to be worn down a little� she advised Aliyah.

�Yes, by chance, I happened to notice� replied the Queen, �I take it you had the TENS unit attached?�

�Yes, mother, fortunately, although I rather fancy I could still have handled him without.�

�I am sure you could� continued the Queen.  �What further training do you have planned for today?�

�Smell!� beamed Tahlia.  �He showed little interest in smelling the tree where Tootsie had urinated earlier so he must learn to recognise other dogs and humans, especially his mistress, by their smell.  It is clearly something that he has never developed.�

�How do you plan to train him� enquired Aliyah.

�If you have time, you are quite welcome to watch� invited Tahlia, an invitation that the Queen accepted with alacrity.

From a distance, across the dungeon, Henry watched proceedings with foreboding.  He was beginning to realise that although by outward appearance they looked like gentile women, his captors knew no limits as far as the depths of depravity they might inflict on their slaves.  As he recovered his breath, his aching body and tired limbs were screaming at him to lie down and sleep but he dare not, he had suffered enough cracks of the whip and electrifying for one day so he sat, as instructed, docilely awaiting his further torment or training as his captor called it.  He was still determined to overcome this woman and escape but for now, he saw his only means of survival as being one of outward compliance with her wishes, gain her confidence and patiently wait for his opportunity.

As Queen Aliyah took a seat on a bench against the wall of the dungeon, Tahlia called an overseer and gave her some instructions before striding purposefully over to her puppy.  �There’s a good puppy,� she cooed at Henry, squatting down in front of him and patting his head.  �You learn quickly puppy,� she continued, �it doesn’t pay to disobey your owner does it?  Here’s a treat for a good puppy.� 

Tahlia reached into her pocket and pulled out a morsel of food and fed it to Henry.  ‘A doggie treat’ Henry guessed correctly.  It tasted terrible, very strong, bitter and chewy but Henry sensed, again correctly, that unless he accepted it and ate it apparently happily, it might be all he would get to eat for some time and his aching body needed food if he were ever to overcome his tormentress. 

Tahlia, was squatting in front of him, smiling and patting his head as he chewed.  She was so close to him with her thighs immediately in front of his eyes he could smell her scent and was becoming aroused by it.  This troubled him.  He hated this woman yet found himself constantly aroused by her proximity and her touch.  He raised his head slightly and could see along her thighs and into her crotch, causing his cock to betray him.  �Why I see my little puppy is getting all excited at the attention from his Mistress� Tahlia exclaimed, much to Henry’s embarrassment.  Taking his head in her hands, she kissed his forehead, purposefully offering her puppy a delightful view down her cleavage as she did so.  �Now, we must see how good a sense of smell you have little one� Tahlia continued, standing up and clipping a shorter leash to Henry’s collar.

�Come� she ordered and began to move across the dungeon to where Henry could now see two other ‘dogs,’ one was Tootsie, the female he had seen earlier that day and the other a male, large, muscular and Negroid.  They were separated, each being held apart from the other on a leash by an overseer.  �Now puppy, when you greet other dogs you must do it properly.  All dogs recognise each other by their smell so sit and watch now.� 

Henry sat and watched intently as Tootsie and the black male were brought together.  The two of them lined up alongside each other, head to rear, and began sniffing the other’s ass and genitals before tasting the same, licking each other’s private parts before being pulled apart by the handlers.  Henry groaned inwardly.  ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘that is indeed how dogs behave and no doubt how I will have to behave if I am to avoid another beating.’

As Tootsie was led towards him, he heard Tahlia instruct him to get to know Tootsie so he got up and moved alongside her, focussing all of his attention on her odour.  She had the same musky female smell he had smelt a thousand times during his various sexual conquests but could not find anything that was specific to Tootsie.  Nevertheless, he found the whole experience pleasurable, especially when he felt Tootsie’s tongue on his balls, reminding him that he had better taste her also, something he was loathe to do but which again, he found pleasurable, certainly preferable to a lashing with the dog whip.

He was then led over to the black male dog.  Here however, he felt an innate reluctance to ‘get to know’ Rover, as he now knew him to be called.  Tahlia sensed this reluctance as she walked him over to the big African dog and slapped him hard on the buttocks.  �Come along now puppy, don’t be shy, Rover won’t hurt you unless you misbehave.�  Looking at Rover’s physique and the way he moved, Henry was in no doubt that if it came to a dogfight, Rover would beat him hands down at the moment.  He was obviously attuned to his role and in great shape where he himself was struggling to come to terms with his situation, had not slept and had been run off his feet to say nothing of the number of beatings he had endured.

With extreme distaste, Henry recognised the stale sweaty masculine odour of Rover before tentatively licking his balls.  Although he was also further aroused by the sense of Rover’s tongue on his cock and balls and was unable to prevent his cock stiffening even more, he felt totally depraved and disgusted with himself as he ran his tongue along Rover’s large black cock, over his balls and up to his ass where, he noticed, there was no butt-plug tail but instead a proper, real tail protruding from his lower back.  ‘My god’ thought Henry, ‘where did that come from?  What have they done to him?’ 

�Good boy� Tahlia interrupted his thoughts, �now for the real test.� 

She led Henry back across the dungeon where she retrieved a leather blindfold from a hook on the wall, placing it over Henry’s eyes.  �Let’s see how well you remember.�  I am going to walk you over to Tootsie’s and Rover’s kennels.  You will enter and smell and decide which kennel belongs to which dog, barking once for Tootsie’s and twice for Rover’s.�

Blindly, Henry followed the pull on his leash until it stopped.  �Enter� came Tahlia’s command and though he couldn’t see, Henry edged cautiously forward, lowering his head and sniffing as he went.  He found the entrance to the cage and went in, continually sniffing.  The floor was covered with some sort of material, sacking he guessed, and he focussed on this in the belief that this would be where he would have the greatest chance of picking up any odour.  �Come along puppy� Tahlia urged but Henry could not distinguish the scent of either Tootsie or Rover in the sacking.  A stinging blow hit him across his buttocks, still outside the cage and so he moved further in and smelled every last inch before barking twice.  He could not recognise Rover’s scent but decided tactically that he was more likely to remember the female scent than the male and so guessed.  Wrongly. 

�Come out here you hopeless little cur!� ordered Tahlia and Henry turned and reluctantly removed himself from Tootsie’s cage, fearing the worst.  Four strokes of the dog whip greeted him as he left the cage turning his blindfolded darkness into daylight as each painful blow brought flashes of light behind his tightly closed eyelids.  Now, still blindfolded, he was led across the dungeon to be reintroduced to Rover and then to Tootsie.  He had no doubt this time which dog he was greeting, the odour of each was distinct and he knew he was correct once his tongue reached the other dogs genitals.

�Now, we will try again� advised Tahlia, this time leading him around the perimeter of the dungeon a couple of times before stopping at a cage.  Henry entered and got right inside this time, pushing his nose into the sacking, still not detecting anything other than the smell of the sacking until, yes, towards the back, right inside, he found what his nose had been searching for, unmistakably Tootsie and he barked once.

�Good boy� beamed Tahlia, �you learn quickly or was it just luck.  We shall see� she continued as she led him out of the cage and once more on a couple of circuits of the dungeon.   Stopping again, Henry knew what he had to do and soon found the entrance and put his nose into sacking and began to smell.  Working his way towards the back of the cage where he was sure he had smelt Tootsie, this time he could not smell her though he had to confess that he couldn’t smell Rover either.  Nevertheless, he was quietly confident when he barked twice and felt a sense of pride when Tahlia gave him another chewy treat as he emerged from the cage.

Another three attempts and he got all three correct, earning yet more praise and another chewy treat from Tahlia as she removed his blindfold, squatting down in front of him again so that he was once more aroused by her proximity and pleased with himself for having made her happy.  Tahlia patted his head and stroked his genitals, further arousing him and Henry felt a strange shift in his emotions, no longer full of hate for the woman but now a growing feeling of wanting to please her.  He fought to get this out of his head, telling himself he was just outwardly appearing to be compliant until his opportunity for escape came but the feeling persisted nonetheless.

�Now puppy� continued Tahlia, �it is one thing to recognise the difference between male and female but you must also learn to discriminate between individual females and males.  You must also recognise your Mistress by her smell alone and be able to pick her out in a crowd.  Finally, you must also be able to recognise other dogs purely from their urine or their droppings.�  At these last words, a new sense of foreboding entered Henry’s head as he pondered how this element of his training might be affected.  He was soon to find out.

The overseers had now collected a group of dogs and were leading them out of the dungeon.  Henry was also led outside into the garden where the act of greeting all of the six dogs took place.  There were three females and three males and Henry focussed all of his senses on trying to detect any subtle characteristic that would separate any one from the other.  In truth, to him, all males smelt the same and all females smelt the same and he feared that this was going to be one test that he would fail miserably.

After some ten minutes or so in which the dogs had been taken off their leashes and allowed to reacquaint themselves, sniffing and licking one and other, Henry was pulled to one side and the blindfold replaced.  Each of the six dogs was then brought to him in turn and he was made to smell and taste each one, male and female alike and to remember them by number, one to six.  He was then re-introduced to them in a different order and to bark the requisite number of times for each dog as he recognised it.  Surprisingly, he picked out Tootsie but he failed to recognise Rover and any of the others although in his guesswork, he did manage to get another female correct.  But two out of six was not going to please Tahlia, he knew, and feared the worst when she removed the blindfold.

�Pathetic!� she scolded him, slapping his face hard, this way and that.  �You will be severely punished for not trying hard enough once we get back to the dungeon but first, there is the urine test.� 

It seemed that all dogs had completed a toilet in the yard while Henry had been blindfolded and he was led to six different localities where he was given the number of the dog that had peed there.  He bent his head and smelled the spot in the grass.  �Don’t just sniff it, taste it!  You are a dog remember!�  Yelled Tahlia, landing two heavy blows with the dog whip across Henry’s already scarred back and placing her stiletto heeled boot across his neck, pushing his face into the warm wet grass. 

Henry, feeling even further depraved if that was possible, licked at the grass and tasted urine number one and then each in turn.  Again, he was blindfolded and led around the urine-moistened patches of grass in a different order.  It was all too much for him to remember and he failed miserably, not getting even one correct this time.

Now, when the blindfold was removed he was confronted with a pile of faeces.  He did not need to be told what he had to do but he baulked at just the thought of it.  �Well puppy?� questioned Tahlia before landing yet another stinging blow with the whip as Henry slowly lowered his head to the first pile of dogshit and began sniffing the acrid odour.  �And lick!� screamed Tahlia, whipping Henry yet again. 

Henry, now devoid of any pride, any sense of his own humanity, slowly put out his tongue and tasted pile number one, sobbing and broken he began licking and tasting it while at the same time suppressing the urge to vomit.  Five more times he did so on five different piles and although there were distinct differences, his senses were dulled by the overwhelming sense of shame and humiliation that he felt at his overall depth of degradation and depravity.  Blindfolded, second time around, he smelled and tasted them all again, sobbing now into the blindfold so that his barks had a pathetic, almost whimpering sound to them.  Surprisingly, he did better on the taste test, correctly identifying three of the dogs responsible but it was still not enough to appease Tahlia who, once again squatting in front of him, was quite scathing.

�You have a lot to learn little puppy and it is going to be a painful lesson for you.�  She did not pat his head this time but reached down and grabbed his balls, pulling and twisting them so that he winced and yelped in pain.  �There is one more test for today and you had better get this one right or else!� she finished with a sharp twist of his balls as she returned upright, lifting him off the ground a little as she did so. 

�By now,� Tahlia went on, �you should have had enough opportunities to recognise me by me scent.  Queen Aliyah will lead you along a line made up of the overseers and myself.  You had better stop, sit and beg in front of me or your miserable life will be not worth living!�

Aliyah, who had been quietly watching all of the proceedings in the background had been impressed with her daughter’s approach to taming and training the animal and could see that she was working towards shifting his emotions around from hate to adoration.  She also could sense that Tahlia knew it was going to take a long time.  Nevertheless, she felt confidence in her daughter and was happy to help out by taking the animal’s leash and leading him along the line of women. 

�We will walk the complete line first and you will stop and smell each one before we return along the line when you will make your decision� instructed Aliyah as Henry steeled himself for one last ordeal. 

He picked her on the first pass, he was sure of it, number four.  ‘None of the others had quite the same fragrance’ he thought.  ‘There is an expensive delicacy with this one that costs money,’ he convinced himself as, on the second pass, he confidently sat and begged in front of number four.  The scent came closer and he felt the blindfold being removed in silence but heaved a sigh of relief on seeing the familiar sight of Tahlia’s beautiful thighs and crotch right in front of him and realising that he had got this one correct and passed the most important test.

�Well done puppy� beamed Tahlia, �you have at least gone some way to redeeming yourself� kissing his forehead once more and treating him yet again with a view down her tantalising cleavage so that Henry felt both aroused and pleased with himself.  Pleased that he had impressed his owner, much as a puppy should feel when it had done something well for its owner.  Was he already turning into the obedient puppy Tahlia wanted?   He repeatedly told himself that this was just a show to gain her confidence but inwardly he was not so sure.

�Puppy realises that he will have to train hard to pass the other tests doesn’t he?� Tahlia quizzed him while stroking his face and Henry barked, trying to make it sound an enthusiastic bark.  �Good boy!� exclaimed Tahlia, once more kissing his forehead.  �Come along now, time for you to have some supper.� She continued, rising and taking hold of his leash, leading him back to her dungeon.

�You have been a bad boy at times today puppy and because of that and for failing some of your lessons, you will have to be punished before you can have your supper� Tahlia advised him as he followed her downstairs.  �However, you have done enough running for one day and you have probably been beaten enough over the last two days to last you a while, so how shall we punish you I wonder?� 

Henry realised she was talking to herself, almost thinking out loud and that he had no say in the matter.

�Ah, yes,� Tahlia continued, �I have the perfect plan that will also help you with your lessons!  Yes, puppy, it will almost be like a little homework for you!� she laughed as they entered her dungeon.

She fixed his leash to a hook on the wall before calling to an overseer for help and moving across to a small cage stacked to one side of the dungeon.  The overseer lifted it down and placed it in the centre of the dungeon where it bolted to fittings already in place on the stone floor.  Returning for Henry, she led him to the cage and ordered him to enter.  Henry found that in order to get himself entirely into the cage, his head had to protrude out through an opening on the other side.  Strangely too, once the cage door was closed, it forced his back legs forward and his ass outward so that his rear was also exposed.  At the front, fittings on the cage were adjusted and attached to his collar so that he was now unable to move his head. 

�Good,� exclaimed Tahlia.  �Now, I think the other dogs can be allowed out for a couple of hours before supper to get acquainted with our new puppy so that he can better understand the pecking order and get to recognise each and every one of them properly.  Let the dogs have free reign to use puppy as they see fit,� she continued so that neither the overseers nor Henry were in any doubt as to the treat he would be for the other dogs. 

Henry wanted to protest and to extricate himself from the situation but was firmly locked in the cage and unable to move either head, limbs or ass and both head and ass were exposed to his doggie companions for their express pleasure.  Nor was he fool enough to voice his complaint at being so used, he knew already that to do so would bring him greater pain and humiliation and so, seething inside with rage and burning with humiliation, he looked on helplessly as the six other dogs left their own cages and moved towards him.

Clearly Rover was the alpha male for the other dogs all held back while Rover approached first.  He first moved to the rear of Henry’s cage and Henry sensed him sniffing and felt a cursory lick before seeing him reappear in front of his face.  Rover got up on his hind legs, resting his forepaws on the roof of Henry’s cage so that his genitals were presented to Henry’s mouth.  Henry refused to open his mouth and taste Rover who growled loudly at him.  There was a crack and Henry’s buttocks felt as though they had been split wide-open across-ways.  He opened his mouth and accepted all of Rover’s enormous black cock.  For his part, Rover rocked back and forth on his forepaws, fucking Henry’s face while Tahlia and the overseers looked on.  Henry was gasping for breath, his throat baulking at the size of Rover’s cock, feeling Rover’s balls slapping him on the chin repeatedly as he slid in and out of his throat, grabbing what breath he could whenever Rover pulled back and holding it while the cock filled his throat.

If Henry did not know what Rover smelled or tasted like before, he did now as Rover shot his load into Henry’s mouth and down his throat.  Distasteful as it was, Henry was glad, glad that it was over, or so he thought for Rover did not climb down nor pull away but continued to pump in and out of Henry’s mouth and throat.  Henry felt the butt-plug being removed from his ass and something wet being placed against it.  Then, he sensed something new pushing inside it, something slippery.  He knew not what it was, nor did he care that much, his mind was focussed on not choking on the huge piece of meat that was stuck in his throat

Suddenly, Rover stopped, pulled away and climbed down from the cage and moved back behind the cage where Henry could not see him.  But he soon felt him.  One of the overseers had lubricated Henry’s ass and Rover was now up and into it, sliding his cock deep inside Henry and fucking him hard, doggy style.  Henry was devastated and tried desperately to move but was well secured in the tight narrow cage.  He could see the other dogs lining up.  Tootsie was already moving towards him and she too got up on her hind legs, resting her forepaws on the cage roof and thrusting her cunt into his face.  He licked, licked and sucked and pushed his tongue in and out, in and out repeatedly, matching the rhythm of Rover who was invading his ass in and out repeatedly.  To his amazement, he too was getting aroused in spite of his degrading and humiliating situation, the taste and smell of Tootsie filled his head just as Rover’s cock filled his ass and his mind went numb as first Tootsie came and then Rover.  He felt Tootsie shudder and received a flood of her hot juices into his mouth as he felt Rover’s hot load shoot deep into his ass and then felt deflated as his own cock throbbed, excited and aroused but unable to reach climax.

Tootsie climbed off him and immediately another male was on him.  He had no name for this one but this time around, did notice a difference in his smell.  There was a spicier odour, different from the black dog’s smell and Henry determined to remember it.  Rover had still not pulled out of him.  To Henry’s amazement, the big black dog was still hard inside him and still pumping as the new dog, spicy as Henry had called him, fucked his face.  He was not as big as Rover and Henry was able to accommodate him more easily. 

In and out went the two male dogs in rhythm so that Henry was once more getting aroused.  However, Rover pulled out first and came back around the front where he replaced spicy.  Spicy, Henry guessed, moved to the back and began fucking his ass.  So, his mouth and throat was once more filled with Rover’s cock, tasting a little different since it had been seasoned with the contents of Henry’s ass.  His ass was equally occupied and before long, the two male dogs came together and he received a second helping of Rover down his throat and a load from spicy in his ass.

And so it continued, Rover took a back seat for a while and the other male dog replaced him in Henry’s mouth.  He felt another dog licking his balls and his ass and presumed it must have been Tootsie but he could not see to be sure.  The third male dog also smelled and tasted different but Henry could not liken the smell to anything.  The two other females also smelled different from Tootsie in their own ways, one deeply musky and the other much less so and so Henry graded them on being more or less musky than Tootsie. 

The three females pleasured themselves on Henry’s tongue and each male had both his mouth and his ass, not just once, but in Rover’s case, several times.  Henry’s jaws, throat and tongue ached and his ass was sore.  He could feel a wetness that he presumed was cum running down the inside of his legs and he felt a nausea in his stomach from the cocktail of male and female cum that he had consumed over the course of the last two hours. 

He was exhausted and his relief was tangible when he heard the now familiar click of Tahlia’s heels re-entering the dungeon.   Unknown to Henry, Tahlia had not stayed to witness the entire performance in the dungeon.  She and Aliyah had watched the start of his abuse and, once satisfied that he was behaving himself and serving the other dogs properly, they had left to get refreshment for themselves while watching the proceedings from an armchair on their internal closed circuit TV.

�Very well, enough is enough, these dogs have had far too much fun for one day� Tahlia exclaimed, �back to your kennels all of you!� clapping her hands sharply twice.  Henry watched as the six dogs all dutifully returned to their respective kennels where they were locked in.  To his immense relief, he was let out of his own tight confinement.  Tahlia squatted down in front of him and petted him heavily and in his already aroused state, he was almost overwhelmed by her scent.  �Well done little puppy� she congratulated him.  �You did very well for your Mistress, you deserve a little treat.�  Henry expected another of the chewy doggy treats and was taken by surprise when Tahlia pulled his head deep in between her legs where he smelled that she too was sexually aroused.  He needed no telling but thrust out his tongue and began worshiping her sex immediately, forcing it deep into her moist vagina while she pressed his head deeper against her crotch, almost breaking his nose against her pubis as she ground into him, hungrily, fucking his face and tongue until she came in a powerful shuddering orgasm that filled Henry’s mouth with such a sweet nectar that Henry suddenly and incomprehensibly to him, felt an overwhelming affection for this woman and desire to serve her.

Recovering her composure, Tahlia stood again and, taking his leash, led Henry over to an empty cage and ushered him in.  Closing the door on him, she petted him once more.  �Rest and recover your strength my little puppy, you will have a big day of training tomorrow and I want you to do well and pass your tests.  There will be some food shortly then you can sleep.�

Henry watched with a perplexed expression as Tahlia left the dungeon.  He felt a strange mixture of adoration, respect and desire for the woman yet still tinged with hate and desire to escape his humiliating and degrading position.  His loins ached for sexual relief and, his desire for Tahlia heightened by his predicament, he was no longer so sure that he wanted to escape from her.  There was something about her hold and control over him that was arousing him.  Never before had he experienced being controlled or subservient to anyone, apart that is to his mother as a small boy. 

He looked at the sleeves that bound his hands to the foreleg extensions and thought about how he could remove them.  Part of him still wanted to escape but the conviction was less strong now.  Earlier, he would have been chewing at the fastening or tearing at the fabric with his teeth in order to free his hands but now his efforts were half hearted.  Was this because he was tired or resigned to his fate or what?  He didn’t know and, for the time being, ceased to care as two other slaves and an overseer entered the dungeon with a trolley and began distributing food to the slaves and prisoners in turn. 

Henry had not thought of food for some time but now his stomach growled in anticipation of receiving sustenance.  Eventually, two bowls were pushed through a slot at the bottom of the door to his cage.  One contained a mash of vegetables and some ground meat.  Henry had no doubt it was left overs from some other meal served to the household but no longer cared.  Although it was cold with congealed fat in amongst the mash, Henry wolfed it down hungrily before turning his attention to the second bowl, filled with water.  He bowed his head and lapped up the water slowly.  He guessed that this would have to last him until morning so he rationed himself.  Also, he had no idea when he might be let out to relieve his bladder, another reason to be cautious.  He was certain that to foul his cage would result in a severe flogging and probably other additional indignities and humiliations.

Having eaten, not enough to fill or satisfy but, with the water, enough to kill the pangs of hunger for a while at least, Henry tried to relax.  His cage was not long enough to allow him to stretch out, but by lying on one side and tucking up his knees, he got comfortable and was soon sound asleep.

Chapter 7

As Henry plunged into a deep, profound sleep, so his younger brother was unchained from the cart that he had been pulling all day and chained instead to a post in the stable yard.  He was filthy and stank of the horse manure he had been handling all day.  It not only covered his skin, but it was also in his hair and under his fingernails.  William himself was inured to the odour but, feeling and looking filthy, he was happy to accept the hosing down that he was about to receive at the hands of one of the other stable slaves.

A hose was turned full blast on his naked frame and although the water was cold, William relished its refreshing and reviving sting.  He did not however relish the scrubbing as the same slave, now armed with a bucket filled with disinfectant and a scrubbing brush, scrubbed Williams tender flesh until it was almost raw.  He scrubbed everywhere, including under his nails and the soles of his feet until the overseer was satisfied that William was clean.  Finally, he rinsed him off again with a blast of cold water from the hose.

Released from the post in the stable yard but with his hands now cuffed behind his back, the overseer led him away towards the palace.  Exhausted from his manual labour, William was hoping he was being led away to rest and was outwardly dejected when he found himself in the kitchens where he was chained to a large sink.  The evening meal was being prepared for the whole palace, the Royal Family, the palace staff and slaves.  The kitchens were alive with activity and William was tasked with preparing vegetables.  A large sack of potatoes was placed on one side of him and a large cauldron on the other.  A large, matronly woman approached him and placed a knife in his hand and told him to peel all the potatoes, clean them and place them in the cauldron and to be quick about it, slapping him across the buttocks to show what he would receive should he not work to the required speed.

The kitchen overseer was delighted in having a new slave under her rule and kept an eye on the Birimi boy.  Unlike other overseers, she did not have a whip on her belt she had a riding crop instead.  A whip was too dangerous in a kitchen with pots and pans on stoves but a crop was ideal.  It could be brought to bear in many different directions on all parts of the anatomy swiftly and painfully. 

Clearly, William was unused to this type of work.  His clumsy attempt at peeling the first potato brought him two strokes of the crop across his buttocks.  Not only was he slow but he had also removed too much potato along with the skin.  Another slave was called over to demonstrate the method after which he tried again with some improvement but not enough for the overseer who this time lashed the backs of his legs with the crop.  William was trying his best and yelled out in frustration bringing the sadistic worst out of the overseer who selected a potato of appropriate size and jammed it in his mouth between his teeth.  �Remove that at your peril!� she scolded him before lashing his calves with the crop.

In pain and with difficulty in his breathing, William returned to peeling the potatoes, improving his technique with each one but still not progressing fast enough for the overseer who delighted in finding new parts of his anatomy to punish.  His shoulders, his ears, his flanks and his genitals all suffered at her hands as she drove him to peel all of the potatoes in the sack.  Already exhausted from fertilising the Queen’s roses, his back aching from leaning over the sink and his arms aching from peeling the potatoes, William was working far too slowly for the demands of the matronly overseer who finally ran out of patience with him. 

Calling in another slave to finish the job, the overseer cuffed his hands behind his back and moved him over to the fire where a suckling pig was roasting on a spit.  �Keep it turning in time with that clock!� demanded the overseer, pointing at the kitchen clock �one revolution a minute!�  With his hands bound behind him, William looked at her in desperation wondering how he was to turn the roast.  The sting of the crop across each bicep and the sting of the overseer’s words got him moving.  �With your teeth idiot!� yelled the overseer and William bent forward and began turning the pig under the eagle like gaze of the overseer.

Bent forward as he was, his already aching back was killing him.  He adjusted his stance by spreading his feet wider apart so that his back was more upright.  However, in so doing he had unwittingly exposed himself to the overseer who now had a clear shot at his genitals with the crop and took full advantage of the opportunity.  He could not have been more than five seconds out in his timing but it was enough and the double blow of the crop, one to each testicle sent a dull ache up into his abdomen, making him want to vomit.

Grabbing him from behind by his now aching balls, the overseer kicked his feet even further apart and, calling over another guard, had his ankles lashed to the legs of the spit making him even more vulnerable.  She then fastened a heavy kitchen weight to his balls and adjusted the length so that with his legs bent, the weight rested on the floor but his head was now too low to fully turn the spit.  The rotating motion of his head when turning the spit set the weight swinging and the overseer placed two pans on the floor so that as long as the spit was turning, the weight on his balls would hit the pans in turn, providing a regular metronomic beat to the turning spit.  If he stopped or allowed the weight to rest on the floor, the beat would stop and she would know about it and be right over to punish him.  She then took his head in her hands and moved it around in a circle with the handle of the spit in his teeth.  She completed five revolutions at the speed she wanted the spit to be turned and then let go.  �Keep up that rhythm slave or suffer!� she hissed, landing another blow to his buttocks as she left to supervise other kitchen slaves.

Having finished scrubbing floors, George had been assigned to set the table for the Royal Family’s dinner and was busy loading a tray with cutlery when he noticed a rhythmic clanging sound coming from the kitchen.  He had no idea what it was and had learned enough to keep his mind on his allotted task and not worry about others.  Witnessing the debasing and debauching of his wife had been painful enough without the flogging he had received afterwards for having lost focus on his own task.

George was still dressed as a maid and wearing high-heeled shoes as he placed the cutlery he required on a tray that was fastened by chains to his collar and his nipples.  The outer corners of the tray were fixed to his collar and the inner corners to his nipples.  Stoically, in spite of the pain in his nipples, he turned from the dresser where the cutlery was stored and minced over to the dining table and placed the cutlery correctly, the tray becoming lighter all the time but offering little comfort to his tortured nipples that screamed in pain with every step he took in the stiletto heels.  Not only did his nipples hurt but after hours working in such ridiculous footwear, so too did his feet ache abominably.

The cutlery in place, he turned from the table and headed for the kitchen to collect the crockery.  The rhythmic clanging continued and George couldn’t help but look around the kitchen as he entered to see if he could see the cause of the noise.  What he saw stopped him in his tracks.  He looked at his youngest son with great dismay at the boy’s predicament and his son returned his gaze with a desperate look in his eyes that winced as they witnessed George suffering another beating for taking his mind off his work.  The overseer’s foot had come up sharply between George’s stocking clad legs and crunched his testicles in a sickening blow that William felt as much as he had felt the similar blow to his own genitals.

George wailed and fell to his knees clutching his crushed, aching balls.  The overseer tried to pull him up by the chains attached to the tray but only succeeded in ripping the clips off his nipples and bringing another painful wail from George’s lips while his hands now clutched his chest.  Curled into a ball, George was now rocking backward and forward, �please, please, no more� he begged but the overseer might just as well have been deaf for all the impact his pleas had.  She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back to his feet, slapping him hard across the face several times before re-attaching the tray, now dangling from his collar, to his already tender and tortured nipples.

Sobbing now and with clumps of his grey hair now falling onto the floor at his feet, George turned back to his chores and began loading crockery onto the tray, each plate adding to his torment and each step in the stiletto heels further crucifying his already aching feet.  William sobbed too as his father struggled out of the kitchen sobbing and in obvious pain and torment, his own suffering forgotten for the moment as he wondered when, if ever, their family’s suffering would end. 

In the laundry meanwhile, the washing on the twins’ clothes lines had finally dried and to their mutual immense relief they were now tasked with pressing it, a task that neither had ever performed before but which they quickly learned for fear of further suffering.  Not that they escaped entirely, their diligent overseer was quick to pick up on any lassitude so they worked swiftly, but also rejected any item that still had the slightest crease or was not perfectly folded.  With each such mistake came a sharp blow with a cane and the promise of another when they had finally finished.

They worked independently; each chained by the ankle to an ironing board and, after a slow start, soon began to make an impression on the mountain of ironing that confronted them only to find the overseer reject a regular proportion of their finished products.  They knew it was unfair but were terrified of voicing any protest and simply repeated the job until the overseer was satisfied.

For her part, the overseer, having witnessed Queen Aliyah tormenting the girls earlier, decided she too would enjoy herself at their cost and relished the feel of young tender flesh in her hands.  As the twins tried to complete their task, not only were they hindered by the unfair rejections but also by the constant mauling of their most private parts by the overseer who insisted that they work with their legs apart, facilitating her access.

Moving frequently from one to the other, the overseer not only prolonged their stay in the laundry but she gradually heightened their arousal so that by the time they had finished their ironing they were both desperately horny and craving sexual release also.  Even though they had already been assigned to duties in Queen Aliyah’s bedroom, they still needed to be punished for their slackness and mistakes with the ironing.

The overseer had already thought of a punishment that would both meet the need for infliction of pain as well as add further to their sexual frustration.  The laundry had a number of old fashioned electric washing machines that worked with a rotating action, half turns one way and then the other.  The overseer rigged up two of these with a phallic attachment and then, with the help of other guards, raised each twin, hands bound behind their backs, onto one of the machines where they were made to kneel over its phallic attachment so that when right on their haunches it penetrated deep into their respective vaginas but when kneeling upright was tantalisingly close to escaping their vagina without them actually being able to get off it.  More laundry was added to each machine and they were then switched on. 

‘No point in wasting energy’ thought the overseer as she watched the twins’ reactions.  They were already horny and seeking sexual release so in a way the screwing action was just what they needed and their first reaction was one of pleasure as they sank down onto their haunches and accepted the phallus deep into their womb.  The overseer, satisfied that they were comfortable, then took the whip and began to administer their punishment, laying the lashes alternately across their naked breasts, already sporting bruises and rope burns from their use with the clothes line.

Now the twins reacted differently, squirming and wincing in pain with each stinging lash, moving up and down on the rotating phallus they each quickly came to an orgasm.  However, that was where their torment really began because the flogging did not stop and nor did either washing machine.  The phalluses continued to rotate back and forth, screwing the girls as they struggled to cope with the whip and get off the machine.  A second orgasm followed and then a third and they were powerless to escape the relentless screwing as each machine continued its washing cycle.

They could not contain or stifle their cries any longer and begged the overseer for release only to incur her greater wrath and an additional five lashes each to the twenty originally deemed appropriate punishment.  The girls did not know where to put themselves.  Taking the strain off their knees and they were fucked deeply, raising upright, the phallus was screwing them still but less painfully yet they did not have the strength to kneel upright so long and the motion was still bringing them ever closer to yet another orgasm until finally, mercifully, the machines reached the end of their cycle.  The girls collapsed down onto the now still phallus and had to be lifted off by the guards.  Physically and emotionally exhausted, the girls where led away from the laundry to Aliyah’s bedroom, there to suffer further as human candelabra.

Aliyah meanwhile was relaxing back in her private lounge, sipping champagne while mulling over what had turned out to be a particularly entertaining day.  Catherine, who had long since finished cleaning windows and had suffered twenty lashes at the hands of her overseer, squatted naked and motionless at the side of Aliyah’s chair, tray bearing a champagne bottle and glass in hand.  Tahlia entered, refreshed and animated at the response she had got from Henry who she was certain would capitulate and surrender to her before too long.  She had seen the puppy dog look in his eyes at the end of the day when she had left him in his cage.

Tahlia bent to kiss her mother before pouring a glass of champagne from the tray held by Catherine, totally ignoring the woman as if she was indeed just a piece of furniture.  For the moment at least, this suited Catherine who had received far more attention than she desired for one day.

The Queen of Dahna and her heir then began discussing the day’s events as if Catherine were not there, covering in detail the training of Henry and his response causing Catherine’s heart to fall into further despair at her elder son’s fate and, to listen to Tahlia, imminent capitulation.  Her mental torture increased when she heard of her daughter’s role in the laundry and future use as candelabra so that she began to weep silently, tears coursing down her cheeks.  Though she wept in silence, she was also trembling uncontrollably and the rattle of the champagne bottle on the tray soon drew the attention of the Aliyah and her daughter.

The two Dahnaians looked across at their slave but said nothing to her.  Instead, Aliyah deftly changed the subject.  �You know� she said to Tahlia, �we need something to entertain us tonight and seeing your work with the dog slaves gave me an idea.�

�Oh, and what would that be� queried Tahlia, intrigued.

�Well� said Aliyah, �You know that my best Doberman bitch is in heat and that the males have been kept away from the females so as not to interfere in the selected breeding program?�

�Yes� confirmed Tahlia, �but so what?�

�Well, the dominant male can still mate with the bitch tomorrow as planned but the other males, well, don’t you think they deserve some fun too?�

�Yes, mother but how? Please get on with it!�

�I had the vet place a tampon in the bitch’s fanny to collect some of her juices and to keep replacing it all day so that we now have enough to attract a whole pack of hounds to any bitch we chose whether she is in heat or not and there is one bitch I am thinking of that is most definitely in heat but would not attract any of our dogs without a little help.�

�Mother, you are a genius!� exclaimed Tahlia, finally seeing Aliyah’s plan and relishing the evening’s entertainment.  �Let’s do it now!�

�Calm down, not so hasty my love� interrupted Aliyah, �we have dinner in a few minutes and we have the whole evening in front of us.�

Still weeping in the space between the two Dahnaians, stoically bearing her tray, Catherine had not listened to the exchange, being too caught up in her grief at what had befallen her family.  Consequently she had no idea of what was being planned for her later that evening and, when dinner was served, dutifully got up and followed them through to the dining room where she was put to helping George, the maid, serve table.

She had never heard the monotonous clanging of the weight suspended from her son’s testicles against the pans as he turned the spit roast.  Had she done so and known what it was, there was no telling how she would have reacted save to say that it would have been badly and to her further detriment.  All she saw when entering the kitchen was her youngest son chained now to the sink once more, washing pots and pans under the gaze of an obese overseer who seemed to delight in sexually tormenting the boy.

The stroke of a cane across her buttocks brought her back to her own situation and she forced herself to forget about the boy and focus once more on the task at hand.  She and George both served dinner well, with few mistakes.  They both knew what was expected, they had set high enough standards in their own home and although serving was outside of their experience, it was not hard for them to carry it out without drama in spite of both Aliyah and Tahlia delighting in making life as difficult for them as they possibly could.  Aliyah, fondling Catherine at every opportunity, caused her to spill soup as she ladled it from the tureen into Aliyah’s bowl while Tahlia teased George relentlessly about his attire and how it suited him, also fondling his ass and tweaking his nipples to cause him to drop a spoon once and spill a drop of wine later.

With dinner finished, Aliyah insisted that the overseer cane both George and Catherine before taking the latter with her and her daughter across to the kennels.  Catherine had no idea where they were heading nor why but sensed that she should be afraid.  Nothing these two did surprised her and she could think of nothing that was beyond their capacity for cruelty.  She recalled something about the evenings entertainment in the conversation that had gone over her head and now wished she had listened, not that it would have saved her.

They entered the kennels and Aliyah turned around to Catherine and put her hand around her neck, pulling her head closer to her.  With her other hand, she began to caress Catherine’s breast as she whispered softly to her.  �You still feel horny don’t you dear?� Aliyah enquired of her slave.

Frightened to speak, Catherine simply nodded.  Though she feared the consequences of admitting to her sexual need she feared the consequences of speaking out of turn or disagreeing with Aliyah even more.

�Speak up my dear, no need to be afraid, you are among women her and we understand a woman’s needs� coaxed Aliyah.

�Y-y-yees Your Majesty� stuttered Catherine in reply.

�Then you are in the right place� confirmed Aliyah, running her fingers now along Catherines labia and feeling the moistness in her groin. 

Still unaware of exactly where she was, Catherine, although apprehensive, thought little of it when she was ordered to get down on all fours and obeyed immediately if somewhat reluctantly.  �Now, this is just to make it easier for your lover� Aliyah teased as she fastened Catherine’s wrists to bolts in the floor, �we don’t want you trying to run off now do we?�

Catherine did not answer but now felt a deep concern, especially when she felt something pushed into her vagina from behind followed by a jet of liquid issuing from whatever it was and penetrating deep inside her.  �A little aphrodisiac� explained Aliyah with a slight chuckle that unnerved Catherine all the more.

�Enjoy your evening my dear� Aliyah farewelled her slave before moving with Tahlia to a balcony overlooking the small room in which Catherine remained helplessly chained on all fours. 

�I have had the dogs muzzled for safety’s sake� Aliyah advised Tahlia as she pushed a button that raised a small door over a gateway and then sat back to watch.

One by one, with the exception of her prize Doberman, her pack of male Dobermans passed through the portal into the room where Catherine was chained at their mercy.  Catherine wailed and screamed for help as she watched the dogs approach her and begin moving and sniffing around her.  A wet nose pressed against her moist labia causing her to start and beg all the louder to be released.  However, her screams and pleas for release were ignored by both Aliyah and her daughter in their viewing gallery where they were able to control the volume coming from below as if they were watching TV.

One by one, the Dobermans, excited by the scent of a Doberman bitch on heat emanating from Catherine’s vagina, mounted Catherine and took their pleasure in her.

For her part, although initially totally disgusted at what she was experiencing, Catherine, to her horror, found herself responding to the animals and moving her body to their rhythm.

�She is actually enjoying it!� exclaimed Tahlia in delight.

�Yes, I knew she would,� agreed her mother, �you should have seen the ecstasy on her face this afternoon when the guard fucked her in the ass.  She is a real slut and will make an excellent sex slave once we tire of her.�

Catherine lost count of the number of times she was fucked by the dogs.  They had each had her more than once and both Aliyah and Tahlia had got bored with the entertainment long before the dogs tired of her.  On and on into the night, the dogs returned to fuck her again and again and each time she responded to them, moving with them, desperately seeking her own orgasms and screaming out in ecstasy when it happened. 

The Queen and Princess left the kennels and the unfortunate Catherine and retired individually to their own rooms.  Aliyah to toy with the twins that she found duly fastened to the pillars on either side of her bed with candles along their outstretched arms and held on a frame gripped between their teeth.  These latter were fixed such that they rested vertically above the girls’ nipples that, when Aliyah arrived, were already liberally covered with hot wax.  Aliyah used the candles and wax to torment the girls further until, as the last candle was extinguished, she released them from the pillars and tied them together, head to toe and left them to sleep on her floor.

Tahlia, having been aroused by watching Catherine being fucked by the dogs summoned George, deciding to have more fun with him before sleeping.  Poor George found himself sexually serving a girl young enough to be his daughter with his tongue.  �I love lesbian slaves� cooed Tahlia to her cross-dressed slave, adding further to his humiliation as he brought her to orgasm, before leaving him to sleep on her floor, chained to the foot of her bed.

Meanwhile William, having finally washed and dried all the pots, pans and dishes from dinner, found himself spread-eagled across the kitchen table, suffocating under the weight of the matronly overseer as she sat on his face and enjoyed some pleasure for herself. 

Struggling for breath under a woman he previously would never have looked at twice, William worked his tongue into her vagina, constantly being urged to greater effort by the riding crop that beat down mercilessly on his cock which, surprisingly to him, had become erect and remained erect in spite of the punishment it was receiving.  On and on he worked, sucking, licking and pushing his tongue deeper inside her until he felt he could do no more when the overseer climaxed, flooding his face with her cum.

Finally satisfied, she abandoned William, still tied across the table and retired.  �He will still be there in the morning� she told herself �and he will help me work up a good appetite for my breakfast.�  Exhausted and relieved once more to be breathing fresh air, William closed his eyes and slept. 

The Dahnaian Royal Palace was silent.