Chapter 7: Audience with the king

My senses gradually return to normal once my orgasm has passed. I look around Alejo’s throne room at the crowd gathered for the sole purpose of witnessing my humiliation. More than a few of the men have their hands in their pants playing with themselves. Several of the young women are busy frigging themselves as discreetly as possible. Even Philippe is not immune to the act. The red-head next to him has her hand down the front of his trousers giving him a hand-job. I’ve submitted to Alejo in the most degrading way imaginable. The eyes of our audience show no hint of sympathy towards my plight. Captured foes are nothing more than slaves to be humiliated and abused.

Alejo ignores his subjects reaction to the spectacle. He quickly locks my chastity belt back in place and returns to his throne. I do my best to stand up straight. My heavy collar and fetters make that nearly impossible, but I try to restore some of my dignity. Alejo issues an order to one of his attendants and moments later the chamber is emptied of all but a few retainers. Alejo, Philippe and the red-haired woman watch me as I stand helpless before them. I begin to wonder what they are doing until I sense that this is a test. I defiantly hold their stare, ignoring the degrading situation I’m forced to endure.

“Interesting,” says Alejo. “Perhaps you aren’t as submissive as you appear, slave. Do you acknowledge me as your master?”

My earlier moment of weakness has passed. My spirit remains strong despite my hopeless situation. I will refuse to respond to Alejo’s questions until he recognises me as his prisoner, and not his slave. I glare at him in defiance. At least as much defiance as a naked woman in a collar and chains can display.

“Hah! You resist. How disappointing. Very well, I can see that another lesson is required.”

Alejo issues orders to one of his attendants, who promptly leaves on the mission he’s been given. I don’t need to wait for long. Drax appears in an unseemly rush. He must have been promised an opportunity to resume his games with my collar. The man disgusts me. But he’s a predictable enemy. Alejo, on the other hand, is an enemy full of surprises. I can’t tell what he will do next.

“Last chance to talk, slave,” sneers Alejo. “Talk and you will deny Drax his pleasure.”

Alejo will have to try harder than that if he wants me to demean myself again. The effects of the aphrodisiac have already faded. I didn’t yield to Drax’s torments in the square in Cambris; I shan’t do so now.

But yet again Alejo proves his unpredictability. He signals for the collared female slave who had cleaned me to come forward. She appears from some hidden alcove at the back of the room. With her is a young Briniates man who’s about eighteen years old.

“This is Noor, and her son Nico,” says Alejo. “Noor made the mistake of trying to defy me once. So I punish her regularly to remind her of her error. She’s improving. Now she obeys my commands without question. Don’t you, Noor?”

“Yes, your majesty,” replies Noor meekly.

“Good. Remove Nico’s clothing.”

Both Noor and Nico look at Alejo in disbelief. But Noor is a broken slave, and she only hesitates for a moment before obeying the command she’s been given. Nico shows more resistance, but he too knows that he cannot refuse an order from his king. Once Nico is naked, Alejo orders him to stand in the middle of the room and place his hands on his head. I’m too busy admiring the size of his gorgeous cock to realise what is about to happen. When I do, I find it too horrifying to contemplate, even of Alejo. Only when Drax moves towards where Nico is standing and fastens a studded slave collar around his neck, do I realise the depths of cruelty Alejo is capable of sinking.

“See what your defiance of me has wrought,” sneers Alejo to me. “Confess your submission and you will spare Nico from unnecessary suffering. The responsibility for his fate is on your shoulders alone. You have five seconds to consider.”