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Greg's Story

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Greg

I followed Casio from my meeting with Kalid to a small room that was furnished 
as a bedroom.  By writing on a tablet, Casio informed me that this was to be my 
room while I stayed at the palace.  He began to undress me and, since I was 
curious as to his plan, I allowed it.  I felt a little strange when I stood 
before him completely nude.  I assumed that as a servant to Kalid, I would be 
provided some type of uniform.  I was shocked when he handed me a small piece of 
cloth hanging from a length of leather cord.  He motioned for me to tie it about 
my waist, allowing the cloth to hang down over my dick and balls.

Then to my chagrin he took out a metal cage some six inches long and a couple of 
inches in diameter.  While I cringed in embarrassment, he lifted the loincloth 
and placed the cage over my dick.  A leather band circled the base of my 
scrotum, holding it in place.  To secure this male chastity device, a tiny lock 
was placed on the buckle, preventing its release.

Now that I was attired like a slave, Casio led me up a tall flight of stairs and 
into a room behind a heavy wooden door.  Kalid was waiting there and smiled as I 
entered.

'I know that you are somewhat puzzled by my dress requirements, Mr. Cole.  Let 
me explain.  I have several slaves wandering about the palace; some of the most 
delectable females you will ever encounter.  These women stay in a constant 
state of wantonness.  I fear that if you come into contact with one of them, 
your temptation might be too great.  To assure that you have no sexual contact 
with anyone, including your wife, while you are my guest and servant, I have 
taken this precaution.  As to the loincloth, that is the standard dress for my 
servants.  As you see, Casio is dressed the same way."

"Why doesn't he have one of these hellish devices on his dick as well?" I asked, 
angrily.

"It is completely unnecessary.  Casio knows well what I would do to him if he 
every disobeyed my orders.  He would be castrated immediately!  Now, if you 
would prefer that. . ."

"No, thanks!  When do I get to see Heidi?"

"She is on her way here now.  You will recall that I said you must be restrained 
in her presence.  If you will please place your back against this shaft and 
bring your hands behind it, I will place these manacles about your wrists."

Seeing little purpose in arguing with him, I obeyed his command and felt the 
cold steel close around my wrists.  The feeling of complete helplessness was 
assured when Casio placed a wooden bit in my mouth, drawing it back against my 
jaw and securing it with a leather strap. 

"This is to guarantee that there will be no conversation with your wife while 
she is in your presence.  That was your agreement as well."

I grunted and nodded my head.  The insanity of this entire situation struck me 
at that moment and I reflected on the strange turn of events that brought me to 
this point.  It was almost as if someone had orchestrated the entire aberration.  
My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and a handsome black woman 
entered the room, followed by Heidi.  She sees me immediately and speaks my 
name.  Kalid admonishes her for addressing me and advises her not to do it 
anymore.

Heidi is gorgeous!  I am a little overwhelmed at the transformation that has 
taken place with her in such a short time.  The gold rings in her nipples and 
the one dangling from between her thighs turns her into the most erotic female I 
have ever seen.  Despite my confinement, and myself I feel that I am becoming 
erect just watching her.

Wait!  Kalid is telling Heidi that she will be trained as a sex slave!  Oh, my 
God!  Oh, Heidi, good for you!  Oh, No!  Oh, Heidi, what have we gotten into!  
Kalid seems assured of himself while he outlines Heidi's agenda.  My Gosh!  That 
man couldn't be over three feet tall.  Oh, No!  He's taking Heidi away.  Too 
soon!  Too soon!

"Well, Mr. Cole, you've had a taste of what your wife's year will consist of.  
Are you sure you wish to observe further?"

Unable to speak, I grunt and nod my head affirmatively.  I have the ridiculous 
idea that my presence will, in some way, ease Heidi's burden.  In any event, I 
must be there for my beloved.

* * * *
Heidi

The little dwarf is sort of cute as he leads me down the stairs again.  I guess 
his size alleviates my concerns for the moment although Kalid's words still rage 
in my brain.  I resolve to resist all of his efforts whatever may happen.

We reach the ground floor and Batu escorts me across a small grassy yard to an 
outbuilding.  Inside is a blazing fire within a stone pit and a hulk of a man 
tending it.  A large anvil is resting near the pit and it is to this that I am 
led.  The attendant appears to have been waiting for us as he sees Batu and 
smiles, holding up a large hammer.  While Batu holds me, the attendant measures 
my throat, my wrists and my ankles.  He smiles again at Batu and nods his head, 
turning to a chest and drawing out a number of steel bands.  Each of the bands 
has a series of small rings welded to them and the ends are pierced so that they 
can be meshed together.

I begin to struggle but Batu's grip is surprisingly strong as he holds my left 
hand over the anvil.  The attendant takes one of the bands and places it over my 
wrist and begins to hammer it into shape.  I cry out but there is no pain as he 
carefully molds the strap to my wrist and secures it with a small lock.  Then it 
is the same procedure with my right hand.

It is of little effort that the two men hold my legs firmly while they duplicate 
the enclosure of my ankles.  When they have finished, I look down and see four 
shining straps of steel circling my extremities with little rings dangling from 
them.  So preoccupied with this indignity to my body, I scarcely notice that the 
final band is being fitted about my neck.  I cry out too late as I hear the snap 
of the lock behind my back and feel the weight of the metal resting at the base 
of my throat.
Batu completes the humiliation by attaching a chain to my collar and leading me 
back to the palace.

Back up the stairs we climb until I am almost breathless.  On this occasion, we 
climb to the very top where I presume is one of the towers I observed when I 
first arrived.  Sure enough, when the door is opened and I enter, I find that 
the circular room is about twelve feet in diameter.  Two windows, no more than a 
foot wide, run from the floor to the ceiling.  The floor and walls are of stone.  
The high ceiling consists of heavy wooden beams and tile roof.

The objects in the room catch my attention and cause me to breathe in sharply.  
There is a wooden "X" with leather straps at each of the four extremities.  Near 
it are two wooden posts set about six feet apart, also equipped with means of 
restraint hanging from the top.  On the opposite wall is a device I recognize as 
a medieval rack, complete with a drum at one end to stretch the occupant's body 
until it breaks.  The walls are covered with rings and chains at various 
positions.

Batu leads me over between the two posts and raises my arms until they are 
extended well over my head.  He brings a short piece of chain down from the top 
of each post and fastens it to one of the rings in the bands about my wrists.  I 
struggle but again his surprising strength is more than enough to subdue me 
easily.  So restrained, I stand, waiting.  I can see through one of the windows 
and watch a young boy playing with his dog in a distant meadow.  The clouds roll 
by lazily on this warm, summer day.  The idyllic setting outside allows me to 
forget for the moment the fearful situation I now find myself in.  I think of 
Greg and wonder where he is at this moment.  I hate for him to see me like this.  
Surprisingly, I feel strange sensations; almost erotic, while I await whatever 
might approach.

My reverie is broken by the sound of the door opening behind me. I try to turn 
my head to see who's there but I can't.  It doesn't matter since Kalid appears 
before me.

"Enjoying the view, Heidi?  It's just as well, since this will be your quarters 
for the next two days.  Ah, there's nothing more beautiful than a young woman 
about to be whipped."

I stare at Kalid with all of the hatred I can muster.

"Batu, I think ten strokes to begin with, using the flogger.  I don't want her 
flesh too badly damaged before she's had an opportunity to toughen it up a bit.  
Then, another ten every six hours.  Perhaps she will be more compliant when she 
has had an opportunity to contemplate her circumstances."

"Heidi, feel free to scream as loud as you wish.  No one can hear you except 
us."

The chains binding my arms tighten until I'm now standing on my tiptoes.  I 
strain to maintain my balance, my breath coming in short gasps.  Kalid 
disappears behind me and I hear a rustling sound.

Greg

Kalid leads me up a flight of stairs until we reach the top of a landing, just 
outside the palace keep.  The bit gag is still firmly pressed against my jaws 
and I'm breathing heavily by the time we reach the top.  Inside the door, I find 
the dwarf, Batu, and Heidi.  She has been chained between two posts; her back is 
to me.  Kalid cautions me with hand signals not to make a sound while Batu 
chains me to a wall at the back of the room.  

My heart sank when I heard Kalid order that Heidi be whipped.  Now, as I see her 
suspended, I am even deeper in despair.  I yearn for the opportunity to hold her 
in my arms and escape this evil palace.  A year seems an eternity if this is 
what it will be like.  I can see her tremble a bit as her arms are raised 
slightly until she is on her tiptoes.  Oh, God!  They're about to begin!

Heidi

I sense they're about to begin and I tense my muscles in preparation.  Suddenly 
my back explodes in an eruption of pain and I surge forward in response.  I grit 
my teeth to keep from screaming and stomp my foot to divert my mind from 
dwelling on the awful agony.  As I begin to recover, the whip strikes again and, 
once more, I am driven forward.  A grunt escapes from my lips.  Oh, God! It 
hurts!

Slowly they work me over.  Just enough time for the pain to ease a bit, then the 
leather thong bites me again.  The anticipation is almost as bad as the lash 
itself.  By the fifth stroke, I'm losing my resolve and little mewling sounds 
are escaping from my lips.  I'm sweating profusely now and hanging on to my 
sanity as hard as I can.

Batu switches from my back to my buttocks to my thighs and back, driving my body 
forward with each stroke until my legs are so weak I cannot stand.  The flimsy 
material of my pants may as well not be there for the whip finds it irrelevant 
in its ability to inflict pain.  On the seventh stroke, the leather thongs 
circle my side and flick against my breast.  With that, I lose all control and 
scream at the top of my lungs.

"AAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

WHAP!

'Unnnnnnnnhhhhhh!  Oh, God!  Mercy!  No more!  Oh, Goooddddddd!"

Whap!

"AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"

WHAP!

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!  PLEASE!  FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP!  I'll do anythiing you ask, 
just don't whip me anymore!  Oh, God!"

I'm hanging by my arms now, sweat drenching my body.  My brain is about to 
explode and I'm having trouble breathing.  Through misty eyes, I see Kalid 
standing before me, a sinister smile on his face.

'You take the whip well, Heidi.  Soon you will find that it is your friend, your 
lover.  I will leave you now while you contemplate your future for the next 
year.  Batu has prepared a little test for you while we are gone."

As he spoke, I felt a wooden rail, no more than an inch wide slide between my 
thighs.  If I stood on my tiptoes, it barely reached my pussy.  The chains 
holding my wrists high over my head eased a bit until all of my weight was on my 
legs.  If I tried standing flat footed, the rail caused unbearable agony to my 
tender pussy lips, so I raised up on my tiptoes.

"Enjoy yourself!" Kalid announced as I heard the door open and close.  I guessed 
I would be alone now, at least for a few hours.  It was not long before the 
muscles in my calves began to cramp and I was forced to lower myself.

Greg

Watching Heidi as she was being whipped was at once the most horrible and the 
most erotic sight I have ever witnessed.  Despite my concern for her, I achieved 
an enormous erection.  Even without touching my cock, a stream of cum shot from 
it as she suddenly screamed aloud.  Her back and buttocks were well striped when 
the final lash had been applied.  She was hanging limply as they slid the wooden 
horse between her legs and quickly realized that she must stand on her toes to 
ease the discomfort of the horse.

Kalid and Batu saw to the arrangement and, when they were satisfied, unlocked me 
from the wall.  The three of us left the keep, leaving Heidi by herself.  Batu 
removed the detestable gag from my mouth and freed my hands.

"Batu, take our new servant to the stables.  He can spend the night there and 
clean the stalls first thing in the morning."

Kalid turned to me.

"You've had a taste of what your wife will experience until she submits.  Are 
you sure you want to continue to observe?"

I did have mixed emotions at that stage but didn't feel that I could desert 
Heidi completely.  I paused for a moment before replying.

"I will have to go back to the States to complete some business transactions for 
a few days each month.  But I would like to continue to be there when I can."

"Very well.  While you are here, you will be put to use.  When the occasion 
suits me, I will allow you to observe your wife's training.



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