Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2012 23:37:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "the Bezistan Chonicles" Chapter 17

The Bezistan Chronicles

Chapter 17
New Beginnings

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of
eighteen years

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Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): re-edited in August, 2012
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Chapter 17.

Without any warning, the heavy, wooden doors are thrown open and the
predawn, desert light filters through the night-time gloom of the stable's
interior. A new day is beginning as Aindrias stirs out of a fitful sleep
and nervously looks out through the bars of his cage prison. Hopefully, he
tells himself, this will be for the last time; perhaps tonight he'll sleep
in a stall like all the other ponies and drafts.

Still sore from the painful reminders of yesterday's tribulations, he
realizes today will bring fresh challenges as he peers out from his cage in
dreaded anticipation of what he knows is to happen.

The stable-master's Arab overseers enter and noisily shout to the sleeping
slaves to.

"Wake up! Get up off your lazy asses! Get to your feet!"

And to emphasise this order, the burly overseers uncoil their long
hippopotamus-hide whips and begin to noisily snap them through the air. As
the stable's interior is rent with the loud cracking of those whips, the
sleep-groggy inhabitants of the stalls stir and climb unsteadily to their
feet.

A new day has begun!

An overseer orders the groom slaves to unlock the doors of the stalls where
the individual ponies and the teams of draft slaves are housed and to
release them from their overnight chains.

The heavy duties draft slaves, who are stabled together in their teams of
twenty, quickly exit their stalls and in a well-rehearsed routine, docilely
kneel in two parallel lines of ten. Under the watchful eyes of the
overseers, the young stable slaves assisting them, quickly and expertly
place each pair into a heavy wooden yoke.

These young stable slaves are bred into slavery and, at the age of thirteen
or fourteen, they are brought to the stables to assist Faris, the
stable-master in maintaining the cleanliness of the stables and in the care
and management of the draft slaves and ponies. Carefully selected for their
physiques, they work within the stables until they have acquired the
muscular development necessary to work either as a heavy draft slave or a
lighter, faster running pony. Then, they too, are allocated to a team or a
cart and condemned to spend the rest of their miserable lives as mere
beasts of burden.

Aindrias had been one such slave. He'd worked here throughout the five,
long years of his slavery and today he is to 'graduate' and become a pony
slave.

Once the draft slaves are secured in their yokes, they are fed and watered
by their slave handlers who move swiftly between the pairs, giving each
slave a wooden bowl of slave gruel and a ration of water.  The draft
slaves, who are only fed at the beginning and end of each day's toil, know
this is the only water they'll receive until mid-morning and greedily gulp
it down. Whilst working, they'll receive a ration of water three times
during the day; mid-morning, noon and again in mid-afternoon when the
desert sun is at its fiercest.

Speed is the order of the day and to emphasise this, the overseers move up
and down the lines of kneeling draft slaves applying their whips to their
naked backs and shoulders. The cowed slaves respond with animal like cries
and groans as the lash cuts into their unprotected bodies. Despairingly,
they know only too well these are the first of many such lashings they'll
endure throughout the long, working day.

Once the victualling is complete - and the impatient overseers ensure that
no time is wasted - the stable slaves place metal bits into the mouths of
the still kneeling draft slaves. Then blinkers, which limit their vision to
the immediate front, are fitted over their heads. Now yoked and ready for
their day's labours, the slaves are whipped to their feet and driven
outside into the stable yard.

From past experience at assisting in these duties, Aindrias knows the draft
slaves will be whip driven to an area, adjacent to a composting pit, where
they will be ordered to squat so that they can attend to the most basic of
their bodily functions before commencing their day's labours. Even here, as
they squat to relieve themselves, the slaves are whipped to hurry them
along. No time is to be wasted in getting the teams working
productively. As Prince Rashid constantly reminds his overseers.

"A slave's time is money! And he must be constantly driven to ensure no
time is wasted."

Once they have relieved themselves, the teams of draft slaves are hastily
harnessed to their respective drays and driven out into the fields. The sun
is just beginning to rise in the east and they will not return to the
stables until that same sun sinks below the western horizon. Until then,
they will be subject to unbearable, backbreaking labour and the savage
whips of their cruel drivers.

With the draft slaves now dispatched into the fields and with the tardy
arrival of a sleep-deprived and rather bad-tempered Faris, attention turns
to preparing the pony slaves for their day's labour. Unlike the
preparations of the draft slaves, those required for the ponies are more
complicated.

Like the draft slaves they too must be fed and watered and then led out to
the composting area to relieve themselves. After that, they are completely
body shaved, hosed down and scrubbed clean by the young stable slaves. When
dry, they are given a coating of special body lotion that allows their
bodies to sweat while, at the same time, it protects their skins from the
ravages of the desert sun. Then, finally they are harnessed to their
individual drivers' carriages and are ready for their day's labours.

In deference to Prince Rashid and Geoff, the estate manager, Faris
personally supervises the preparation of their ponies. He includes in these
preparations the strong, twenty year old, Spanish pony slave allocated to
him for use in his duties as the stable-master. He is meticulous in
ensuring that there aren't any unwanted hairs showing on their smooth
torsos and limbs, that the slave lotion shows their flawless hides to
perfection and finally all their harness is polished and any metal
adornments are gleaming. He takes particular pride in their appearance and
presentation and revels in the frequent praise given to him by both Prince
Rashid and Geoff.  However, this morning's preparations are more involved
than usual; he has the added pressure of introducing three new ponies to
their new duties. He is determined that nothing will reflect on him
personally and that both the prince and his estate manager will be pleased
with his efforts.

Faris, armed with his customary cane, now grumpily orders the stable slaves
to fetch the ponies from their stalls. Aindrias watches as they lead the
four slaves by chains attached to their collars out into the center walkway
of the stables. Each pony has his wrists fastened behind his head to his
neck collar and they are ordered to kneel one behind the other. Then Faris
unlocks the door to Aindrias' cage and orders him to come out and to kneel
in front of the cage and place his hands behind his head. Immediately, one
of the stable slaves fastens his wrists to the back of his collar and
attaches a chain to the front. Jerked to his feet by this chain he is
hauled into the center of the stables and made to kneel behind the other
four slaves.

With much shouting from Faris and his overseers, the stable slaves quickly
dole out a ration of food and water to the five kneeling slaves. They are
spurred on in this task by an impatient Faris viciously applying his cane
to their buttocks and the order to.

"Hurry up, you lazy, young dogs!"

Yelping and prancing in pain, the young slaves quickly haul the five ponies
to their feet and lead them out of the building into the stable-yard. Here
they are forced to squat and ordered to.

"Relieve yourselves and be quick about it!"

As he squats, Aindrias' nose is assailed by the sickening smell of the
ordure left by the draft slaves. He carefully chooses an unsoiled spot and
quickly empties his bladder and bowels. All around him is the pungent smell
of decomposing vegetable matter being turned into organic fertilizer for
use in the fields.  Its putrid stench permeates the whole area surrounding
the stables and is another discomfort the slaves must endure as they rest
overnight.

Prince Rashid takes great pride in that his produce is always freshly
harvested and flown overnight to the supermarket shelves of nearby,
affluent Europe. Of even greater pride is his proud boast that his
vegetables and fruits are organically grown without the use of artificial
fertilizers; a fact appreciated by the discerning buyers of his products.

Once finished relieving themselves, the five ponies are led to a concreted
area where each of them is fastened to a post by the chain attached to
their collars. Under the ever-watchful eyes of Faris and his overseers the
stable slaves, working in pairs, set to work shaving the bodies of the
ponies. Even though he was shaved only yesterday afternoon in preparation
for Prince Rashid, Aindrias is once again subjected to a full body
shave. As this is done he reflects on those occasions when he helped shaved
a pony.

He recalls the pleasure he felt as the ponies quivered at his touch and at
the way their cocks stirred into life when he shaved their balls. On those
occasions, when he was sure that the overseers weren't looking, his fingers
often lingered longer than they should in manoeuvring the pony's cock out
of the way of the razor. He always enjoyed working on their buttocks and
enjoyed fingering and shaving their ass-cracks. The sight of their anuses
puckering nervously as he carefully manoeuvred the razor around their
tender holes always resulted in him having a massive erection.

Now, of course, he is experiencing a new set of sensations as he is the one
being shaved.

While one slave shaves his face, a second works on his torso and
limbs. Aindrias trembles as the razor caresses the tender skin in his
armpits and then slides down over his chest and belly and bypasses his
genitals. With a slave kneeling in front and another behind him they begin
to shave his legs. As they do so he notices that their cocks are poking out
at right angles to their bellies and he is aware that he, too, is rampantly
erect. A sideways glance at his fellow ponies shows that they are similarly
aroused. Now as one of the slaves begins to shave his cock and balls, the
other works on his buttocks. Suddenly, Aindrias yelps as this slave touches
the still raw stripes of the cane on his ass.

An annoyed Faris rewards the unfortunate slave with a blow of his cane
across his shoulders and an admonishment to.

"Take more care not to damage the pony, slave."

The chastened slave carefully works his razor over the tender flesh and
when his fellow has finished shaving the genitals, he gently bends Aindrias
at the waist. The slave uses his hands to move Aindrias's feet apart to
give him easier access to his crack and the now fully exposed ass-hole.

Before the slave commences however, Faris carries out an inspection of
Aindrias' anus. He notes that it is still reddened and swollen from the
prince's use of it last night and laughingly draws the overseers' attention
to it. One by one, they inspect Aindrias's hole and he yelps each time a
finger roughly probes the inflamed tissue. Satisfied that his injury won't
affect his ability to pull a cart, Faris instructs the stable slave to
continue. Aindrias quivers as the razor moves gently down his crack and
perineum to the back of his balls.

Once shaven, Faris minutely examines each of the ponies for any missed
hairs and razor nicks or cuts. He spies a couple of stray hairs around the
navel of one of the Australian ponies and immediately orders the two stable
slaves responsible for this to bend over and grasp their ankles with their
hands. Both slaves hastily comply with this order and with their buttocks
now elevated, Faris delivers four, stinging strokes of his cane to each
ass.

Normally the punishment for such a dereliction of duty is two, light
strokes of the cane. Today, however, Faris, deprived of a good night's
rest, is in a foul mood and doubles the punishment. He wields the cane with
a viciousness normally reserved for more serious breaches of the rules that
govern the slaves under his direction. Both slaves cry out under the
onslaught of the cane causing the watching overseers to laugh at their
discomfort.

When the slaves have removed these offending hairs, the five ponies are
ordered to their knees and wait patiently as clippers are run over their
scalps trimming their hair back to the required length for a pony
slave. Ordered back onto their feet, they are now sprayed with cold water
from hoses held by the overseers whilst their bodies are soaped and
scrubbed by the stable slaves.

Aindrias isn't sure whether he is shivering from the sudden shock of the
cold water or from the hands of the slaves as they roam sensuously over his
body. He shudders as their hands soap his genitals and their fingers
explore his ass. He knows from his past experiences as a stable slave that
they will be taking this opportunity to enjoy the bodies of the ponies as
they wash them. In coming days he will learn to appreciate the slaves'
attention and even to look forward to their early morning
ministrations. Satisfied that they are now thoroughly clean, the ponies are
given a final hosing down. The shivering ponies are now left to dry in the
cool dawn air.

When the ponies are dry, Faris orders the stable slaves to apply the skin
lotion to their bodies. This they do with great enthusiasm. Each pony has a
liberal coating of lotion poured onto his body and this is vigorously
massaged into his skin with special attention being paid to ponies' cocks,
balls and asses. Faris and his overseers smile indulgently as the stable
slaves work the lotion into the ponies' supple hides.

Now body-shaved, clipped, washed and oiled the ponies are led into the
harness-room to be fitted out and harnessed to their carts. Taking their
directions from Faris, the stable slaves 'pair off' the two Australians and
Aindrias with his father forcing them to kneel alongside each other. The
Spanish pony slave, who is to work alone, kneels nearby.

Working swiftly the overseers fit each pony with a bridle and bit. The
other ponies are accustomed to this but for Aindrias it is a new
experience. He trembles as the bridle is place over his head and the straps
tightened. Then his head is pulled back and fingers cruelly pinch his nose
forcing him to open his mouth as a bit is fitted. He is aware of a strong
metallic taste and of a heavy metal plate holding his tongue down on the
floor of his mouth. He begins to splutter and panics as he gasps for
air. The overseer, fitting the bridle and bit, cuffs him over the head and
orders him to remain still. Now blinkers are fitted to both sides of his
head restricting his vision to the immediate front. Next a leather harness
is fitted over his shoulders and straps tightened around his chest. Slowly
his panic subsides as he notices his fellow ponies docilely kneeling as
they too are fitted with their harness.

The stable slaves lead each pony out of the harness-room into an adjacent
shed where the estate's carts and carriages are housed. As the two
Australian ponies are shackled to Prince Rashid's elaborate cart, Aindrias
and his father are placed side by side between the three shafts of a heavy
cart. Dazed and confused he is made to grasp a shaft in each hand and
watches as his wrists are shackled to them. As reins are fitted to either
side of his bit he looks to his left and sees his father standing with his
head bowed and showing no recognition of his presence.

This is the first time since their enslavement that Aindrias has been so
close to his father. Since slaves aren't allowed to form family attachments
he was denied all contact with his father other than those required in his
duties as a stable slave. Even on those occasions when he helped prepare
his father for his pony duties they were simply two slaves rather than
father and son.

Now here they are harnessed together and within touching distance of each
other. Of course their shackles limit any physical contact as much as their
bits prevent them from speaking to each other.  Aindrias is to learn over
the next few days that the slave standing alongside him is no longer his
father.  The long years of his slavery have robbed him of any feelings he
had towards Aindrias who he now sees as just another pony with whom he must
work in tandem.

All that remains now is for Faris to make his final inspection and to
ensure that their neck collars, cock- rings and any other body adornments
are polished.

Satisfied with their appearance and presentation he gives the order for
them to be delivered to their drivers.

For Aindrias, his future as pony slave has begun.

An overseer climbs into the driving set and issues the order to.

"Get up!"

From his past experience as a groom slave, Aindrias knows this is the order
to walk forward. He feels and sees his fellow pony push forward into his
harness and Aindrias knows he must do the same. As he does so, he feels the
leather harness tightening itself and embracing his torso in a vice like
grip. This places great strain on his body and the cart feels like a dead
weight which holds him back from moving forward.

Nevertheless, Aindrias knows what is expected of him and he tries his very
best to move forward.  However, he lacks the strength and power of his
pulling partner and his feeble efforts aren't good enough for his driver:
for the first time he feels the savage cut of the driver's whip on his
body.  As the lash sears itself across his exposed flanks, Aindrias hears
his scream of pain and from somewhere deep within him, he draws on an
untapped and previously unknown reserve of raw, animal strength.

Aindrias is to discover over the next few days that no matter how much
effort he puts into running and pulling - even if he believes he is at the
virtual end of his endurance - the driver's whip is always able to seek out
and to find the last, elusive vestiges of his strength.

The driver gives the order to his two charges to increase their speed.

"Faster and keep in step!"

Fortunately for Aindrias, it's just a short run from the stable to the
estate manager's residence.  Nevertheless, it is proving difficult for him
to match his stamina and speed to those of his sire. But his newly
discovered fear of the whip keeps his mind focused on pacing himself to his
running mate.  Despite his ragged breathing and pounding heart, Aindrias
finds the endurance to last the distance.

How thankful he is when he hears the order to.

"Whoa!"

As the overseer tethers him to a hitching post to wait until the estate
manager needs his services, Aindrias is grateful for this early rest from
running. Soon he will come to appreciate that any respite from running - no
matter how brief it is - is to be savoured.

This morning a new life has begun for Aindrias!


To be continued ..............

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