a slave's punishment

the Mistress found Her slave insolent, occasionally forgetting his placve, what it means to be Her slave, and decreed a pujnishment (which, of course, took place before he served Lady Zenith as diescribed elsewhere)

gideon ||
{M.Inez}
|| .Sable Sleen~Port Kar, PoD. ||
=Sable Sleen Inn=
[- Somewhere on the premises of the Sable Sleen Inn -]

Says to ALL: --one of the inn's slaves leads him out to the yard for his punishment. giggling, she leads him by a hand squeezing his shaft, squaling to her sisters, "look at the beast i am leading!" the other girls also giggle and he can hear them whispering although through the makeshift hood, part of a tunic ripped from his shoulders and tied above his head, he cannot hear what. each step is slow and unsure, the chain holding his ankles perhaps a foot or so long. a wooden yoke engirds his shoulders and he can feel the pails that dangle from each end as they bang occasionally against his bare legs. the girl halts him, puts her hands on his hips and turns him a quarter turn. "straight ahead, slave," she says. "do as the Mistress commands." again with brief, halting steps he begins to walk toward the other end of the yard. "please, sister," he asks the girl, "tell this one when he is near the wall."--

Says to ALL: "oh, don't worry, slave," the girl says and laughs. the hood is, unfortunately, of material that is entirely opaque and he cannot guess from a difference in light when he nears the wall. nor can he guess from any echo or other sound...his bare feet on the dirt surface of the yard make almost no noise. how long is the yard, he tries to remember, and takes step after step...and then smacks into the stone wall. he hears female sniggering. he has done nothing to the Mistress's slave girls, even been helpful when he can. why are they not helping him he wonders? do they resent males so much that even a collared, naked one when at their mercy is an object of torment. he steps back, then leans against the wall, cold stones against bare slave flesh, trying to gauge the wall's flatness so he can guess which is the direct path. "go ahead, boy, step forward, your Mistress commands it," one of the girls snaps. again he begins to walk with shortened steps, swinging the yoke from side to side hoping that it will hit the side wall before he does. but again at the near end of the yard he runs into the wall. one knee feels a little scraped and again he turns, back to the wall, trying to figure out the direct route. he stands still and can hear one of the girls step forward and place a stone in each pail. once more he makes his way, accompanied by the girls taunts, towards the far end.--

--if anything the stones in the pails seem to stabilize the equipment and he again walks, slowly but a little less hesitantly, up and down the yard, only occasionally veering off to one side where he hits the wall, or the other side, open, where he can tell by a slightly higher volume of the slave girls' derisive laughter that he has veered from the path. up and down he goes a second time, a third, and a fourth, each time waiting after completing a lap for the girls to add more stones. at least once he has reason to think they have put more than one stone in each pail but what would be the point of complaining? they would deny it and simply tell the Mistress that he shirked his punishment. now the pails grow heavy enough that he must straighten his back, muscles working under bronzed slave flesh, as he makes his way. once in a while as he begins to veer off one of the slaves will come over, grab his maleness...not too gently, either...and steer him back to the proper route. one of the girls, gripping him hard enough to cause him to wince, hisses, "you males...free ones, too. at least now your cock is good for something, slut boy." this is accompanied by a slap on his rear, not a friendly one, either. once more, then again, he makes his way up and down the yard, by now the pails weighing heavily and despite the evening cool sweat beginning to form on his body.--

-now the yoke weighs heavily on his broad shoulders and his steps are slower, not just because of the chain but because of the exertion. yet the girls continue their taunting. finally he stops and snaps in the general direction of the girls' laughter, "don't you slaves have tasks to do? why do you torment this one?" wrong thing to say as he knows the moment he shuts his mouth. he hadn't realized it but one of the tormenting slave girls is pamela,the tall, blonde slave who is first girl of the inn's serving slaves. "we are about the Mistress's business, slave," pamela informs him. "the Mistress commands us to see that you are well and truly punished." again he feels a female hand grasp his shaft roughly.. "we are seeing to it that you are put to punishment, not just work, boy," the girl tells him and then he can tell that she has turned to another slave. "bring me the switch," she orders, "not the small one...the brown leather one.' "yes, pamela," he hears and there is a hard tug on his cock and hands push his back down the yard. "two stones, this time," pamela orders and he can feel the pails grow even heavier. "now, slave, begin again," pamela barks. he takes one step to try to gauge the additional weight, then another...and then he feels the switch across his butt, his back, half a dozen times and he cries out. "move, slave," pamela cries. "move, the Mistress commands it." again, each step harder now, he makes his way down the yard.--
: --it cannot have been more than an ahn or so since he began his punishment but it seems much longer, as if he has spent years hauling the increasingly heavier yoke up and down the yard. he has heard occasional conversation of Free passing by. one or two even stop to look for a bit but a slave underoing punishment is not exactly a novelty, especially for slaves of Lady Maleila. one FW...he presumes it is a FW, he cannot see, calls out, "Stop, slave!" he does, feeling the pails dangle as he comes to a halt, aware that by now ruvulets of sweat are running down naked slave flesh. "Tell me what this is." he sets the pails down and bows towards the voice. "a slave was insolent, Mistress, and did not know his place. his Mistress sets him to this punishment so he may learn what he is and how better to serve as Her slave." he hears a sort of grunt and a rustle of robes and a moment later pamela calls, "resume, slave." the yoke seems all the heavier now, each turn results in more stones, and he must now stop from time to time to rest even knowing that pamela is keeping step with him and whenever he does halt her switch falls against him, hot welts now across his back and buttocks, the switch accompanying her exhortation, "get up and move, slave! do as the Mistress wills it." each time the switching does not cease until he has taken a few steps and now on some laps he falls against the wall, breathing hard, trying to seize even a moment of rest against the cool stones before the switch again prods him to move. finally on one lap...have they not filled the pails to the brim by now, he prays to the PK's...he stumbles and unable to see the ground rushing up to him, falls against it in a sprawl, the yoke flying from his shoulders and he can hear stones spilling out on the ground. on hands and knees he tries to catch his breath but before he can begin to do so pamela's switch is on his back again and again. "help me," he hears her call to the other slaves and he feels from several directions kicks, pushes, and cries of "get up, lazy slave, and do as you are commanded. blindly, the hood now sticking to his face as he sweats with exhaustion and fear...yes, fear of slave girls...he gropes for the yoke but before he can put it to his shoulders pamela slaps him viciously. "fill the buckets again, slave," she hisses. "please, sister, help me," he begs and is greeted by derisive laughter. "you have hands, boy, use them." he gropes around the area where he fell for the stones, finding some and placing them in the pails. finally...is that all? he kneels and places the yoke against his shoulder but as he is rising pamela's foot kicks him in his rear, sending him sprawling. "you missed two stones, lazy slave,' she calls and her switch strikes him repeatedly until, now his face stained with tears of anger, shame, and tiredness, he finds the others, feels his powerful legs under the yoke, and once more he staggers to his feet.--


--he can hear the slave girls talk. "is that all/" "yes, unfortunately those are the pails the Mistress put on his yoke and they're as filled as we can get them, pamela." "it'll have to do, then. keep him walking up and down the yard until he collapses." he hears one soft voice and wishes he could identify the girl: 'isn't that enough? he's been worked very hard." "not enough," is the answer. "if he is permitted anything other than total exhaustion the Mistress will whip us." he continues to stagger up and down the yard now, each step difficult, almost impossible, the sheer effort of one step in front of another causing his muscles to feel watery, his throad dry, naked slave flesh now caked with dirt and sweat. from time to time he must lay the pails on the ground, grateful for even a few moments of rest even at the price of slaps, kicks, and the switch. but each lap gets harder and harder and takes longer and longer and finally, halfway towards the back wall, he falls in his tracks and cannot get up. the soaked, filthy hood falls wetly against his face so each breath is a struggle, his muscles feel totally exhausted and he tries once, twice, then thrice to get up under the yoke. the third time he almost lifts the pails off the ground and then collapses, totally spent. let pamela switch him...let the Mistress take out Her well-used slave whip, he can make no further effort. he lies on the cold ground, sprawled, unable to lift his head, aware of tears of humiliation and exhaustion spilling down his cheeks. he is a slave...Maleila's slave...but even at the risk of Her wrath he can make no further effort. breathing heavily he can hear the patter of the girls' feet as they stand around him. he cannot hear any movement but he hears pamela's voice, utterly without gentleness. "leave him. the Mistress said to work him to total exhaustion. let him lie there. go back to your tasks, slaves." he can dimly hear the girls move off but there is a rustle of slave silk, he can sense, almost feel, pamela's form next to him and her breath hot in his ear as she says, "you may be a male, boy, but you are not a man. you are a slave. the Mistress put you to this, She will put you to whatever pleases her. you are a slave, nothing but...male...a naked slave, an animal. if the Mistress feels you have not learned this lesson pamela will be happy to teach it to you again." a last lap against his cheek, he hears her go off and he lies on the cold ground, drained, a slave punished by his Mistress.--

gideon [M.I.], slave of the Lady Maleila