by Dagny Aldan
“Sir, please…” she begged, turning her head to look at Justin. “Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Justin frowned and walked around to stand at her head. He reached down and stroked her hair,
“I know you’re sorry, and I forgive you, but we need to figure out how to punish you. You’ll feel better after that, won’t you?”
“Yes Sir!”
Justin hummed and played with Isabel’s hair thoughtfully.
“Are you looking forward to seeing all your old class mates Isabel?” he asked out of nowhere. Isabel could not hide her flinch of fear at the very thought. Justin’s lip quirked up. “Ah, I take it you’re not?”
Isabel turned her face away, feeling her cheeks heat up with shame and fear. Justin pulled her hair, forcing her to turn back to him.
“What are you afraid of Isabel?”
Isabel shook her head in his grip. She did not know how to articulate her feelings, and she did not want to. She wanted him to beat her until she was just a ball of pain and thoughtless existence. She wanted him to use her mouth, her pussy, her ass, because that would make her forget herself. Justin huffed and stepped back, releasing her hair and walking away. Isabel hoped he would resume her punishment with the cane, but instead he came back and snapped something onto her collar. It felt like a dog tag.
Justin started to unstrap her and helped her get to her feet. The metal tag rested against her collarbones, it was very big, about the size and shape of a small plate. Isabel touched it in confusion, and felt letters engraved in. Was it Justin’s name? It didn’t feel like it started with a J.
“Go and look,” said Justin with a gesture at the mirror on the wall. Isabel grimaced and went to look. She tried to avoid her own eyes as she looked at her full reflection, focusing on the tag. The words were bright against the silver of the tag.
‘YTHGUAN EVALS’
It only took her a moment to read it backwards.
‘NAUGHTY SLAVE’
Isabel’s breath caught and she reached for the tag to take it off. She could not face her old school mates wearing this tag. She was so upset at the idea that it did not occur to her that she ought to be more distressed by her nudity and the situation.
“S-Sir…” she gasped, whirling around to beg Justin to take it off. Justin slapped her cheek.
“This is your punishment Isabel, to face your peers and for them all to know that you were troublesome before you’d even been introduced. Are you going to argue with me about it?”
Isabel froze, her fingers curling around the tag. Her eyes burned and she blinked hard to hold back her tears as she shook her head.
“Good! Come,” Justin pointed at the floor and Isabel knew she would have to crawl again. She went onto her hands and knees and followed Justin out of the room. Her thighs were still wet from her arousal, her ass hurt from the cane, and she felt sticky and disorientated. She tried to focus on Justin’s heels, watching the way he walked. It was easier than thinking about what was about to happen.
“We’re here, you can stand up,” said Justin. Isabel obeyed, the tag bouncing on her collar. They were standing before a door, which said ‘slave quarters’. Her stomach lurched and she wrapped her arms around herself. Justin touched her shoulder and she looked at him. “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe in this place, always.”
Isabel gave him a shaky nod and squared her shoulders, prepared to enter her worst nightmare. Justin unlocked the door and pulled it open, giving her a little push to make her go in. She padded in and as the door closed behind her, she flinched. She blinked at the sight before her, so many people standing in one space. Male and female, they were all naked, staring at her as she stepped a little further in, trying to take everything in as quickly as she could. For a moment there was silence.
Then someone began to laugh.
Chapter Three -Justin
Justin entered the den, unsurprised to see many of the Dukes and Duchesses gathered around Lena, who was practically preening at the attention. She glanced in his direction and beckoned him over.
“Justin! Come here and tell us how you found Isabel?”
Justin went and bowed very slightly to the Dukes and Duchesses.
“The new slave is eager to please. The idea that she might earn our disapproval is very distressing to her, which will in all likelihood make her an easy slave to handle.”
“Have you fucked her?” asked Duke Luke, one of the most important members, who had been trusted with grooming two slaves at once. Slave Adrian and Sander had proven well trained on their arrival.
“No Duke, I used her mouth and I made her orgasm, but I did not fuck her. The Grand Duke has hinted that he wants to be the first to do so here.”
“The Grand Duke?” asked Lena, sounding startled. Justin nodded, understanding her surprise. The Grand Duke was the founder of the Dukedom, and he had never reserved a slave’s first taking on the premises before.
“She is the last of the heirs, maybe he feels it’s symbolic?” said Luke, swirling his wine and holding the glass to his nose. “But come Justin, how did you find her, really?”
Justin considered his answer for a moment, then said,
“She is lovely to look at, clearly has a high tolerance for pain. When I startled her she reacted with violence, which I am somewhat concerned by.”
“Violence?” repeated Lena, “I’ve seen nothing like that. If anything she’s meek.”
“In one way she is, but when I grabbed her throat, she nearly broke my arm.” Justin flexed his right arm, which had a faint twinge of pain remaining from Isabel’s twisting. “That will need watching.”
Lena looked worried. Justin knew she was thinking of what the Grand Duke would say if he thought Isabel had not been trained properly. In truth, Justin was worried that Lena had rushed things, too eager to enjoy her triumph. On average the Dukes and Duchesses trained their slaves for a year and a half before bringing them to the Dukedom. Lena had brought Isabel after only three months. There had also been the added complication with Hans Mikaelsson. Justin had been caught off guard by the Grand Duke approving Lena’s decision to frame him for the stalking letters the Dukedom had sent to extract Isabel from the military. He had never known the Grand Duke to agree to such a thing as letting an innocent man go to jail just to get a hold of an heir.
Then again, Princess Isabel had always seemed to defy convention. Duke Luke had been ready to take control of her when she finished school, only for her to run away from school and join the military. The act had caught everyone off guard, because Isabel had never shown any rebellious tendencies in her school evaluations.
Silbernes Blatt had been a great school for generations before Global Warming and the Final War had torn across the world and sent everything crashing down around humanity’s ears. When new countries had emerged after the dust settled and a new principle of autocratic monarchy had solidified across the world, there had been a great need for a school that could raise the next generation of rulers. Since they had all been born within a few years of each other, it made sense that they would be educated together and Silbernes Blatt had been selected for its remote location and high academic profile. They had kept psychological evaluations of every student and the Grand Duke had had access to them from the start so he would know when to send a Duke or Duchess to the heir and who it was going to be.
Isabel’s assessment had labelled her as a shy, nervous girl, who did not shine academically, or physically, and as she grew up, she had not been rated very high on the attractiveness of her looks or personality. Indeed the only really interesting thing about her had been the fact that she was the heir to the largest territory. She would be ruling over what was left of north and eastern Europe, Russia and half the Middle East, with her parents’ marriage uniting everything into one country, Tisza. Tisza was acting as a peacekeeper inside the Caliphate as rebels warred with the government when Isabel had joined the military, and was still embroiled in it now. This civil war, which had had periods of cold w
ar activity and then broke into hot war again was something everyone else was eager to see end.
Justin knew both sides were sick of the war, but they were unwilling to back down now. It would be up to the heirs to make it stop. But Isabel’s decision to join the military had been a public relations disaster, because no one was willing to believe that she would not try to take control of the Caliphate to make the violence stop. Justin had played with the Caliphate’s heir, and knew that she harboured great dislike of Isabel. That would be something that would need attending quickly.
“What did Isabel’s psychological evaluation say when she was brought home?” asked Duchess Selena. Lena visibly swallowed and did not answer. “Lena, you did arrange for Isabel to be assessed after you pulled her out of the military didn’t you?”
“Well it was all done so quickly, and Isabel has not had any incidents, so it… it slipped my mind,” admitted Lena. Justin stepped back slightly as the other Dukes and Duchesses stared at Lena in disbelief.
“You didn’t have her assessed? And you still started training her?” asked Luke incredulously.
“In case you’ve forgotten, it was your slaves who started teaching her about submission,” snapped Lena.
“Yes, and I punished them both for it when they came back,” said Luke with a scowl. “It does not excuse you for forgetting to get Isabel assessed. What if she’s suffering from PTSD?”
“She’s had no flashbacks, panic attacks, or anything else that would suggest to me that she’s been in anyway psychologically traumatised. And besides, my training has been the best thing she’s done, she’s happy being a submissive,” said Lena defensively.
“Peace,” said Duke Marko in his deep, rumbling voice before Luke could reply. “Isabel is here now, we can manage her. She’s a biddable girl, isn’t she Lena?”
“Very much so,” said Lena at once.
“It will be fine,” said Marko, “We will do what we always do when a new slave joins the ranks. Watch her, assess her, and find how best to teach her.”
Justin watched as people murmured their assent. Duchess Lena was still glaring at Duke Luke, who was frowning. Justin wondered if Luke was slightly jealous that Lena had gotten the job he had been prepared for. Justin excused himself and set off to the Grand Duke’s office. He had a report to give.
Chapter Four -Isabel
The laughter was loud and mocking and Isabel wanted to cover her ears to block it out, but she was too busy trying to cover her nudity.
“Look at that!” called the laughing woman, “She’s not even been welcomed officially and she’s already been punished for being a bad slave.”
Isabel’s cheeks burned and she moved her arm from her breasts to cover the tag above them. People shifted and a woman moved to the front, pushing her way to Isabel. She was long and graceful, dark and beautiful. Isabel recognised her at once. Princess Rawiya of the Caliphate. She had been a year ahead of Isabel, brilliant and beautiful then and so it seemed she still was. She swept her long hair over her shoulder and regarded Isabel with her olive eyes, unashamed of her nudity. Her silver collar glimmered against her dark skin, a leather and silver chastity belt on her hips.
“So!” said Rawiya, speaking in fluent Swiss-French, the language they had all spoken at school. “You finally arrive, and you can’t even behave yourself for the first five minutes. So much for the excitement the Dukes and Duchesses felt at your arrival, prodigal princess!”
Isabel could not speak, she thought she was going to be sick. Every face was familiar, a whole cluster of people she had never wanted to see again. Rawiya was high on that list, they had never gotten along in school, especially when Isabel’s country had gone into the Caliphate as official peacekeepers. Back then, Isabel had been ashamed at how poorly she compared to Rawiya, and looking at the confident woman in front of her now, that feeling had not changed.
“Come on Rawiya,” said a voice that was blessedly familiar. Several people moved aside to let Prince Adrian reach them, quickly followed by Prince Sander. Isabel’s stomach flipped again and she was both delighted and mortified to see them.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to defend the murderer,” said Rawiya, throwing Isabel a vicious look.
“She’s not a murderer,” said Sander coolly. “Just because she was in the army-”
“Marines,” Isabel muttered to herself reflexively.
“-does not mean that she’s killed anyone. She was a peacekeeper in the Caliphate, not an enemy fighter.”
“She still killed my people,” said Rawiya.
“Only when they tried to kill me,” said Isabel softly, her voice strangled by her anxiety.
“What were you even doing Isabel?” asked another woman. Isabel looked around at a small, petite girl. Princess Jingyi eyed her with something like distress. “Why would you run away and join the military?”
The question seemed to stir all of them to look at her again, and Isabel found herself stepping back until her back hit the door.
“That’s enough,” said Adrian. “No one else gets the third degree like this when they arrive. Isabel is a slave like the rest of us, that’s all that matters.”
“We’re here to learn how to be good rulers, and I’m defending my people!” snapped Rawiya.
“You’re defending people who are rebelling against you,” said Isabel, “I was sent in to keep people, your people, safe! Unless you think the terrorists are the ones who should win Rawiya!”
Rawiya glared and stepped forward as if to advance on her, but another heir grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
“Don’t Rawiya, it’s not worth the punishment.”
Rawiya looked as if she would consider it worthwhile for a moment, then shook off the prince, threw Isabel a vicious look and stormed off. Isabel watched her go, then looked at Adrian and Sander. Adrian was looking around, as if challenging anyone else to have a go at Isabel, while Sander approached her. He reached out and touched the tag on her throat.
“Naughty already Isabel? That did not take long.”
“I was bad, I deserve this shame,” she said, drinking in her old friend. Now that Rawiya was gone, she was recalling the last time she had spoken to him and Adrian. She had tried to sneak away to visit them, only to be caught by Hans and ending up stuck in Lena’s cabin. She had called them, looking for comfort, but they had all but told her they could not be there for her the way she needed.
Isabel had not spoken to them since. Partly she had been ashamed of her own behaviour and unable to face them, but mostly she had been fixated on Hans and then Lena. She could not understand how she felt about them anymore. Then again, if she thought too hard, she could not understand how she felt about anything.
Sander frowned slightly and rested his hand on her shoulder. Isabel could not stop herself looking down at the device his cock was held in. It looked uncomfortable, wrapped around his balls, and the base of his half hard cock.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Not the device itself, but I do find I get blue balls a lot these days,” said Sander with a deprecating chuckle.
“Everyone wears them?”
“Slaves wear them when they’re down here, this is where we sleep, it’s to keep us from getting up to mischief, reminds us that we belong to the Dukes and Duchesses. You’ll get one tonight when you’ve been welcomed.”
“What happens at the welcoming?”
“It’s not the same for anyone, but you’ll be presented by your handler, and then examined by the Dukes and Duchesses in some manner. Adrian was fucked by seven Esquires without coming, and I was milked.”
“M-milked?” repeated Isabel.
“Prostate milking,” Sander clarified with a grin and a shudder. “I think Jingyi had her ass paddled while bound to a vibrator –she had to come about seven times before they let her go.”
Isabel looked at Jingyi who blushed and smiled at her feet.
“I remember you,” said Isabel quietly. Jingyi’s smile lift
ed a little more.
“I remember you too!”
Isabel winced slightly. In truth she wished no one remembered her from her school days. The memory of the girl she had been sent hot waves of embarrassment through her.
“You were always very nice to me,” continued Jingyi, “I was sad when you left early.”
“… oh. Well… I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” said Isabel uncertainly.
“We gave her the belt for it,” said Sander to Jingyi, who gasped in disbelief.
“You did? But what did your Duke say about that?”
“He was not happy,” said Adrian, finally joining them. “We both got an ass pummelling and then we weren’t allowed to masturbate for a month!”
“What?” gasped Isabel in shock. “You let him do that? But you two were so… dominant with me.”
The two men shrugged.
“We learned from the best,” said Adrian, reaching out and pulling her against his body. Isabel wrapped her arms around his waist as he nuzzled her hair. “Hmmm, I’ve missed you.”
Isabel was torn between being snarky by mentioning that they had not tried to call her and just embracing the man and enjoying the contact. In the end, she settled for the latter and buried her face in his chest. His scent was comforting to her and she suddenly felt tearful.
“Adrian…” she whimpered.
“Shush, don’t cry, you’re safe here,” he promised, swaying them from side to side like he was rocking her. Isabel clung onto him, wanting to tell him everything that had happened to her since she had last been with him. Yet she had no idea how to even begin to explain how stupid she had been. She thought about Hans again and her grip tightened all the more.
“It’s all right Isabel, you’re here with us,” said Sander.
“I’m scared,” she whispered against Adrian’s chest. “What if I disappoint everyone at the introduction?”
“You won’t.”
“I’m already in trouble,” she pulled away and plucked at the dog tag.
“What did you do?”
