Dunes of Gor Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen: Secret Slave

By the time Ghadir had returned Jaleesa to her house, the girl was exhausted and trembling with accumulated fatigue from the events of the night. Ghadir had made her… no, she couldn’t bear to think of it. 

He had made her… perform like a slut, placing her mouth over his… thing…

She cried under the cover of her haik. True to his word, he had not then placed her onto her belly, or onto her back, parted her thighs and did that thing that men then did with slaves. No, he had simply sat up on the couch in the silk curtained alcove and instructed her what to do with her lips and tongue. He had gripped her head by her hair and had moved her as needed, telling her when she was doing it right, and punishing her when she got it wrong.

Ghadir wasn’t patient with her. At first she had been clumsy, not understanding what was expected of her. She had never been told that men sometimes made slaves pleasure them with their mouths. It had never occurred to her that it was possible or even a thing that was done. She had been clumsy, not understanding she had to be soft and wet and careful. 

“I may as well be doing this with a gnarly toothed desert verr,” said Ghadir as Jaleesa gagged, her mouth full. “Gods of the Dunes, are all free women as useless as you?”

He pulled his stiff member from her mouth, turned her on to her stomach, clasped her wrists in slave bracelets set into the wall, and then set about her ass and thighs with a switch until she cried and begged to be given another chance to please him. 

Again, Ghadir explained how she should use her mouth, how a slave might use her mouth, And then he freed her wrists and commanded her back onto the floor to try again.  

Jaleesa had been shocked when suddenly she felt him squirt inside her mouth. Just before that Ghadir had become very excited, breathing hard, pulling painfully at her hair, swearing and shaking with his thighs. But still the ejaculation had taken the girl by surprise. After he had come he held her mouth over his groin for a while so she couldn’t release him. 

“Good,” he said with a hiss of breath. “Much better. Much, much better.”

And then he released Jaleesa and the girl promptly spat out whatever the fluid in her mouth was. Ghadir struck her briskly across the cheek in anger.

“Never do that again, girl! It is disrespectful to your master! Lick it up!” He pointed to the fluid she had spat onto the floor.

Then he made her lie on the alcove couch and he touched and played with her body, and to her horror and shame, as she clutched at the chain he had clipped to her collar ring, she began to grow heated and excited. Her body flushed and she began to gasp as she felt the combination of being expertly aroused while in bondage. Ghadir took his time with her, even inserting a couple of fingers inside her sex as she lay on her belly with her rump raised towards him. She gasped with wide eyes as he moved inside her with his hand, arousing her some more. She felt wet and heated, and she didn’t understand how this could be. 

“Such a pity you are white silk and regularly examined,” said Ghadir as he playfully slapped her raised ass. “But some things I cannot risk.”

And then he placed her on her knees again and as she turned to face him, kneeling in nadu, with the alcove chain trailing between her breasts, she saw he was already aroused once more. But this time as she pleasured him, she did so as a heated, frustrated, recently aroused girl, not as a terrified free woman. The difference was remarkable, even more so as Ghadir stroked her body as she went down on him with her lips. 

After the second time Ghadir came inside her mouth, he restrained her more securely in the alcove, crossing her wrists behind her back and tying them, then crossing her ankles and tying them too. He left her on her belly, still chained to the alcove ring, and dressed himself. “I will be gone for an ahn or two.” He picked up Jaleesa’s slave papers. “These must be given to someone for safe keeping, my precious little slut. They must be where you can never find them, long before I return you to your house in the morning.”

He left the alcove, marking the hook by the curtain space as still in use, and Jaleesa lay there on her side, feeling what it is like to be a helplessly bound woman, waiting for a man to return. 

When he did, several ahn later, he put her to use a third time. 

“You learn quickly, mistress,” he said as she gazed at him with wet lips. He watched her swallow. “I think you are going to be very good at this before long.” Ghadir chuckled. “Maybe I will have Najina teach you a few things though in the privacy of your bed chambers, so that you may surprise me yet?”

And then he had dressed again, and, freeing Jaleesa from the alcove ring, placed a slave haik over her body, concealing her nudity. On the way back to the house he stopped at a metal worker and paid for the man to cut away the slave bells, explaining that he had lost the key. He then escorted Jaleesa to her house and to the door of her private suite of rooms. 

“Please remove the collar,” wept Jaleesa as she stood there at the threshold of her bedroom. “Please do not make me wear this.”

“No. You are a slave, Mistress. Slaves wear collars. Get some sleep, and Najina will tend to you later in the day. Relax, You are home again, now. It may be many days yet before I place the fresh bloom of a veminia flower on your bed to summon you for use.”

And so Jaleesa ran to her soft, comfortable bed, sobbing into her cupped hands as she stripped the haik from her body and flung herself onto the couch, the hated collar still locked inexorably around her neck where it would remain until she could figure a way out of this nightmare situation. Jaleesa lay on her bed, naked and scared for what the new day would bring. 

When the new day did dawn, Jaleesa was rudely awakened by a slave clapping her hands in the girl’s bed chamber!

This was unthinkable! Jaleesa sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she glared in anger at the sight of the slave, Najina, striding around her bed chamber as if she somehow owned it! 

“Up! Up, lazy Mistress!” again the slave clapped her hands loudly. “Up, pretty little Mistress. You have slept far too long, you lazy, slothful girl!”

Jaleesa snarled. She would have this slut whipped! How dare she! 

And then she remembered the collar locked on her throat and the events of last night. 

“Oh yes, pretty mistress, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was real,” said Najina with a smirk as she stood there, balled fists resting on the sides of her hips in an authoritative manner. “Welcome to day one of your secret slavery, Mistress. Now up with you, slack, lazy girl. My name is Najina, but to you I am first girl. Up! Up!” She clapped her hands again.

“You can’t talk to me like that!” cried Jaleesa as she curled her knees up to her body.

“Must I fetch a switch and whip you from that bed?” said Najina with a snarl.

“You’re just a slave!” cried Jaleesa.

“As are you, sweet Mistress,” said Najina. She strode across the room and selected a sharp slave switch from a wall hook. She flexed it between her hands. “You saw your slave papers last night, yes? You are owned property now. Your sale and purchase was recorded at the Mazad, and even now your papers are safely lodged, ready to be produced before a magistrate if need be. Now up with you and present your pretty little bottom. You have earned two stripes of the switch for your insolence, Mistress.”

Jaleesa was in shock, Despite what Ghadir had said yesterday, she had truly believed that the worst was over once she had reached the safety and security of House Shahzad. 

Najina swished the switch through the air and added, “if I don’t see that pert little bottom thrusting itself up in the air as you bend down over your couch, pretty Mistress, in say, ten ihn, I shall add another two swipes to my swings.”

She was serious. Jaleesa could see the slave was serious. And she had the support of Ghadir, who in turn knew where her papers of enslavement and sale were lodged. If they fell into the hands of a rival house, her enslavement would be made public and her father and mother would be ridiculed. She had no choice. She rose from the bed, pressed her face and forearms down onto the bed and raised her ass as instructed.

Najina thrust a wadding of rep cloth into Jaleesa’s mouth. “Grip that rag tight with your teeth, pretty Mistress. It will muffle your screams, or at least make them sound like any girl that you might be disciplining now." And then she set to work on Jaleesa’s legs with two well aimed blows, one on each thigh. The girl screamed into her gag with each sharp blow, but didn’t dare spit the wadding from her mouth for fear of further slices from the switch. “You won’t be so tardy tomorrow morning, will you, pretty mistress?” said Najina as she then removed the rep cloth wadding. “From now on when I enter your chambers, unannounced, you will stop whatever you are doing and you will hurry to the middle of the floor where you will kneel with your head pressed to the tiles, until I tell you to rise. Dally even a few ihn and you will feel the switch again.” 

“I need to dress you now, Mistress, and quickly, for your father and mother wish to speak to you urgently. They have discovered that your sister did not return home last night and they are concerned. Come. Skip to your feet and I shall dress you appropriately. Your hijab will obscure the collar. No one need know save your Master and I.” 

Once she was dressed in her chalwar, choli, gallabiyah, slippers, hijab, veils and the heavily embroidered thobe al nasha-ar, Jaleesa was escorted out of her rooms by Najina. 

“Remember, pretty mistress, what will happen if you explain the events of last night. Any hope of finding your sister will be gone and your secret will be made public. Your Master will make enquiries today regarding Mistress Serafina. You will say you last saw her in the market yesterday afternoon and lost sight of her when she wanted to explore some shops on her own. Understand?”

“She’s probably in chains somewhere! I can’t just leave her in the hands of the man who bought her…”

“Oh? And if you tell your father the truth, he will send all his men out scouring the market. And some of those men will be in the pay of other houses and within an ahn or two every house in Tor will know what occurred and they will all be seeking your sister too. And then your father would learn about Ghadir’s part in all of this, and yes, Ghadir would be put to death, but then your papers would fall into the hands of one of the other houses and you would be summoned forth to a magistrate who would pronounce legal ownership of you to the man who held your papers. You would be taken from your family and your family would be ruined from the shame. The other houses would tear them apart like a pack of ravenous sleen. Your mother would end up pleasing men on her knees in some harem. So, pretty Mistress, just what are you going to say to your father?”

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“I lost sight of Serafina yesterday, father. She wanted to go shopping without me. I returned home and then woke this morning to find she hadn’t come home. I don’t know where she went after I last saw her. She can be secretive sometimes, father,” said Jaleesa as she stood before her father and mother and a number of armed warriors of House Shahzad. Her face veils made it difficult for anyone to see she was lying.

“My baby…” wailed Reyhan in misery as she clasped her hands together and gazed at Daan. “My baby… what has happened to her?”

“She has been abducted,” said Daan through gritted teeth, his hand now on his sword hilt. “That much is obvious. And this is no accident. This was a pre-meditated attack on MY house. MY daughter! And on the very eve when I was given governorship of Al-Quada-a-Dhum, while we dined with the Emir!” Daan Shahzad’s eyes were on fire as he swept his gaze over his trusted captains.

“Should we search the districts, Khuda?” asked one of them.

“There is no point. Serafina will be confined to the dungeons of some great house, and we all know which house,” he growled. “There is only one house who hates me enough and is insane enough to break all civilised protocols and do this forbidden thing: House Sasani! Hashim Sasani has taken MY DAUGHTER in broad daylight in the market square of Tor, and he thinks I will stand for this?! I will have him gutted and crucified and his house destroyed!”

Reyhan looked up in alarm. “Beloved, we do not know House Sasani has Serafina…”

“No other house would dare! None of them would move against me, unless Sasani did first. And now he has. This is Hashim raising his battle standard and striking at me through my eldest daughter! Your sister spoke only last night of how it will be war between us, now that I have Al-Quada-a-Dhum! She threatened you and while she did….” Daan paced about the great hall, looking as if he was going to kill someone. 

“We can’t rule out the Emir,” said Reyhan. 

“The Emir just awarded me Al-Quada-a-Dhum! He is not going to kidnap my eldest daughter that same day! And anyway, such a move would be far too subtle for him. He would simply send his Sardaukar to arrest me if I fell out of favour. No, this is Hashim, and that slut of a sister of yours whispering ideas into his ear!”

“Beloved, Laleh would never do something like this…” said Reyhan as she touched Daan’s forearm. “She would never harm Serafina…”

“This is no longer a game, Reyhan! She told you that last night in the Garden of Veils! She was declaring war on us. Oh… there will be blood… there will be consequences. I too can break with tradition, and I too can do the unspeakable. Gallah!” Daan swept his gaze to the warrior Captain, Gallah.

“Kudah?” The man bowed, with his hand on the hilt of his sword. “Command me. I am yours.”

Daan was a simmering volcano of pent up anger as he faced his Captain. “House Sasani has two daughters of their own. The eldest is seventeen and attends an Academy during the day, where she studies etiquette, deportment and courtly grace. She is poorly guarded when she is there, because tradition states that no House would ever strike at a daughter. You will take masked men and you will enter that Academy; you will kill the two guards of House Sasani; and you will seize Aleah Sasani. I want it to be obvious to Hashim that I did this, without there being any actual proof, understand? I want him to know that I have HIS daughter!”

“Beloved…” again Reyhan touched his forearm, but this time Daan brushed her aside.

“Be quiet, Reyhan! Now is not the time for your counsel!”

“Take the eldest daughter of House Sasani, strip her, but leave her garments for Hashim to find. Make it clear that she has been dragged away, naked, in chains, like a slave. And then we shall see if he dares harm a hair on the head of my beloved, chaste, pure, unsullied, Serafina!”