Chapter 4: Training

Over the next couple of days I receive visits from two other slaves. An older one comes first. She repeats the physical examination Amina gave me and pays closer attention to my missing tongue. She asks me questions, but in a language I don’t understand. The younger slave who comes later introduces herself as Farai. She spends a considerable amount of time with me. Together we manage to communicate simple messages using the sign language I know, and Farai seems able to comprehend.

Amina returns on the third day of my confinement. Farai must have shown her the hand signals we have been using as Amina signals that I’m to be put to work. Sweeping floors is fairly mundane work, but infinitely preferable from languishing in a dungeon cell. I’m carefully supervised, and either Farai or Amina watch over me. Gradually I understand the boundaries of my new world, particularly the areas I’m not allowed to enter. My owner joins Amina in watching me later in the afternoon. They are clearly discussing my performance and behaviour.

By now I’ve sorted out my own feelings about my enslavement. The collar around my neck is a nuisance, but all the other slaves wear one, so it isn’t as though I’m being singled out for punishment. I can handle wearing nothing but a loin cloth, particularly as the other slaves are similarly attired. My treatment so far has been no harsher than I would have expected in the circumstances. However, I don’t doubt that I will be severely punished if I harm anyone or try to escape. My owner seems to be strict, but fair minded. Pleasing her, Amina and Farai will clearly have benefits for me, so I do my best to fit into the routine of the caravanserai.

I soon become aware that more is expected of me than performing mundane tasks. Once I have satisfied them that I’m not going to escape or cause trouble, Amina has me released from my cell and shown to the caravanserai’s female sleeping quarters. Several of the other slaves refer to it as the harem. I’ve heard of such things, but this isn’t what I thought one would be.

My willingness to comply with the orders I’m given is simply my acceptance of reality. If I ran away, where would I go? How would I survive in this strange land? Besides, the people here treat me well; much better than in the Bulaq towns that Aafiq and I stayed in over winter.

I’m introduced to another female slave, a year or two older than me. Like Amina and Farai, Phoebe has quickly mastered the sign language we’ve been using to communicate. It doesn’t take me long to realise that my new duties have a greater sexual emphasis than anything I’ve experienced before. I’m no stranger to witnessing same-gender sexual acts. Aafiq regularly had his cock up some man’s arse. I’ve never seen two women having sex together, but it isn’t hard to imagine how that might work. Phoebe seems determined to introduce me to the practise.

Sticking my tongue in her cunt is obviously something I can’t do, but she otherwise seems satisfied with my efforts. I make up for the lack of a tongue by using my fingers, and even my toes. Phoebe clearly enjoys that, and rewards me with a mind-blowing orgasm of my own by demonstrating her skill with her tongue. To a casual observer, her passionate use of her tongue may seem to be rubbing salt into my wound, but I’m too satisfied with the result to bother about my inability to replicate her actions. Phoebe isn’t content to bring me to just one orgasm. She repeats her assault on my yielding body until my inner thighs are sopping wet with my cum. I’ve masturbated before ... the sight of Aafiq buggering another man aroused me to the point of needing some relief. However, I’ve never experienced so many powerful orgasms in such a short time. I feel positively weak at the knees by the time she has finished.

Our sexual games aren’t all one-sided. I work hard to give Phoebe as many orgasms as she gives me. It’s through these games that I discover her fetish for being restrained during sex. It’s a novel experience for me, although it’s one I’m willing to try. I can tie several types of knots, having regularly used ropes to secure Aafiq’s wares onto his wagon. Phoebe guides me in adapting my rope skills for use on a human being. It goes without saying that I’m expected to endure the same treatment. Bizarrely, I find the experience pleasant and arousing. However, I’m not sure that I would feel the same if a man was binding me in this way.

Over the course of the week my skills improve and we try a wider range of sexual activities. I presume Phoebe reports on my progress to Amina and my owner, whose name I have now learned is Rachael. They must be satisfied with my efforts as I’m given a new task that draws on the skills I’ve been taught.