Chapter 10: My final days as a slave

Two days later I pleaded to be allowed to return to the harem. Having the company of others was better than being more or less alone in the clinic. Nurse didn't permit me to work. For three more days I wore a dressing which made me look like a baby in Pampers and night and morning I had to report to the nurse for it to be changed and, more embarrassingly, an enema. She didn't want me to put any strain on the welts and open them up again. I was horrified at the state of my arse and needed a great deal of convincing that it would ever go back to normal. However comparing it with the photo Nurse took soon after she cleaned me up a little, I could see that it was healing.

I thought I should try and get my notes up to date as I had neglected them for a few days and found that I could kneel with several cushions under my arse, and use my laptop. I was within a few hours of the end of my official slavery when the king passed through Sapphire's office and stopped to talk with me. He confirmed that I would have ten days as a guest and would fly home with Jim. I would then be in a better condition to sit through the long flights. He asked if there was anything else I wanted to do or see while I was there. "I'd actually like to see what the house slaves do but Nurse won't let me do any physical work yet. Can I spend a day observing them when I'm a guest?"

"Get Sapphire to arrange it," he replied and then went on, "And seeing you are still a slave, report to my room tonight. It's time you had a prick in you again." My face must have shown my horror at the thought for her went on, "I'll try not to open your wounds. Join me for dinner at 6:30."

I knew he had a private dining room but rarely dined alone and that frequently harem slaves had to sit under the table and orally service the guests while they ate. For some reason I had never been asked to perform this service under the king's table but I had several times at the boardroom table when the cabinet met. This thought was reinforced when Sapphire informed me that three of us slaves would attend the king that evening. By now I had become inured to drinking piss from both men and women. I can't say I enjoyed it but it didn't bother me overmuch.

Sapphire took us to the empty, western style dining room with a high table and normal size chairs. "Make yourselves comfortable on the cushions," she said indicating the pile already under the table. "You know what to do. When a man or woman opens his or her robe you start sucking. Men have priority. Carol you are to service the king exclusively. Be sure to do exactly what he wants as I have a feeling he will try and humiliate you a bit seeing he will not have too much chance after this. Swallow whatever comes; semen or urine. You all should know what to do by now." Indeed I did know. I well remembered the first time when I'd spluttered some of the piss over the agricultural minister's robe and the consequences afterwards. Willy not only strapped my arse I been forced to attend him three times and drink his water until he was sure I would do it without choking. Maria, who had thought my training with her had solved the problem, gave me further lessons. However it was not something I had done since my last visit to Brenda and Ken Wilson's room. It had seemed so much more embarrassing to do it with people who were friends. After Ken had used me as his toilet, Brenda used Jim for the same purpose. He seemed much more used to it than I was.

Sapphire checked we were all in position and left and bade us to be quiet. Some ten minutes later, the king and his entourage came in. The king sat at the head of the table and two men either side had their wives or mistresses with them. All three men immediately opened their robes and embedded their pricks in a slave's mouth. I performed on the king as well as I could but even with a cushion under me I almost bit him when pain shot from my arse through my body. Fortunately I controlled my teeth and he didn't seem to notice. Very quickly I found my mouth full of his seed and eased up when his prick went soft. I felt a little pressure on my neck and knew I had to keep my mouth in place. Moments later a short spurt of piss heralded a further steady stream, but I was able to cope with it without a problem and then continued to gently suck the flaccid prick.

Doors opened and closed as waiters brought in the food. The guests talked quietly but I was unable to make out much of their conversation. It was then that I heard the king's voice raised above the others. "Sapphire find Slave Carol. I ordered her to attend me at dinner tonight. I hope for her sake she hasn't run away to the slave quarters again tonight."

I didn't hear Sapphire's reply but the corner of the tablecloth was lifted and her face appeared. "Come out Carol," she ordered, "You're the wrong side of the table tonight." If it was a deliberate plan, and I think it was, it succeeded in humiliating me far more than if I had been left under the table; an anonymous slave performing slave duties. Now I had to show myself to everyone and they all knew what I had been doing. I must have blushed scarlet for it caused some laughter amongst the assembled ladies and gentlemen.

"Sit down Carol. Sorry you've missed our first course but I know you had a snack and drink." The remarks caused some laughter as the king indicated I should sit alongside him. I couldn't help but let out a slight cry as my arse touched the chair seat. "Get yourself another cushion if you wish." King Joshua sounded magnanimous.

"Can we see why she is in discomfort sir?" asked one of the wives.

"I'm sure she won't mind." At the king's nod I turned as showed them the welts but the woman wanted a closer look and when I was near enough she prodded and touched them just to see my reaction. I couldn't help but wince. "You really did have some hard ones this time," the woman commented.

"She only had part of the thrashing she would have gotten if Sapphire hadn't shown up and stopped it," the king answered on my behalf. "Sit down now Carol please. Let's get on with our meal."