is a ‘Novel of the Future’, set in the Mediterranean area in the latter part of
the 21st Century.
have to assume that a series of atomic wars have
devastated a large part of the earth’s surface and the major part of
civilization, as we know it today, has disappeared.
its stead, a series of small states have arisen, each living separate
existences, often unaware of each other.
In the main, they are self-supporting communities, some far better
organised and wealthier than others. In a
way they are like the numerous small societies (or tribes) who grew up in the
warm Mediterranean climes at the dawn of history. Except that now there are a
number of modern overtones ... relics of our modern civilisation which
one way these small states of the future are very like the earlier ones. This is in that the
majority of them are ‘slave states’.
As in early times, the strong conquer the weak and make them their
slaves. As it has always been in human
history, the weakest go to the wall - even though they may be far more worthy
should be added that some of these states of the future are male-dominated,
others female-dominated. BARBARIA is one
of the latter. Its ruler is Princess
Alexena and the most influential members of her Court are women ... although
she does have a considerable number of male courtiers to aid her in running
people are the aristocracy of BARBARIA.
Beneath them come the military class ... army and navy officers and, of
equal ranking, chief slave-overseers.
These men are very powerful, though subordinate to the Court. Beneath them they have their soldiers,
sailors and assistants - both male and female - who are all free men and women.
third and largest class are the slave-men and slave-women who have been
captured during the conquest of neighbouring states. In BARBARIA (one of the more powerful and
harsher states in existence) these human beings become mere chattels ... either
to be worked to death or be used for the pleasure and amusement of their
is servitude for life. Except in the
unlikely eventuality of BARBARIA itself being conquered. And even this would not guarantee any slave
being set free!
Alexena, all-powerful ruler of Barbaria, felt a sense of nervous
impatience. That was not particularly
unusual. It was in her nature to be
impatient - certainly of any delay in having her orders carried out or any
infraction of her will. This impatience,
which was caused by the fact that her Captain of Ships, Varian, was now almost
three weeks overdue from his latest expedition, showed in the flashing gleam in
her large, dark almond-shaped eyes and the fast-striding gait of her long limbs
as she strode down one of the Palace corridors.
Another woman, almost as tall, and as blonde of hair as Alexena was
black, hurried to keep up with her.
...” she panted, “I ... I’m out of breath.
What is the hurry? Has some news
is the trouble, Judilla. It has
not.” Princess Alexena’s voice, deep,
vibrant and authoritative, matched her appearance which was superbly
regal. Six feet tall, her height was
enhanced by the footwear she wore. This
was a pair of calf-length boots, with six-inch heels. They were of the lace-up variety, made of
thin kid leather which was covered in a glistening coating of gold. Only Alexena was permitted to wear the golden
boots; they were an outward symbol of her supreme authority - just as a crown
might have been in former days. Women of
lower rank at Court had to be content with boots of silver, white, red, black,
or what other colour took their fancy.
Above the boots stretched the long, creamy white thighs ... up and up,
softly and smoothly shaped, to the short skirt of pleated white leather. A golden belt clinched in her waist. Again, she alone could wear one of gold. Above the belt was a simply-cut jacket blouse
of thin white leather. Two large
golden-bangle earrings, bedecked with small jewels, swung from her ear lobes,
revealed when her long, silky-black hair swung from her shoulders.
two women walked through to another corridor, one which led to the Royal
Apartments themselves, their high heels click-clacking on the mosaic tiled
surface. Immediately ahead of them was a
male slave, kneeling, engaged on some minor repair to the intricate mosaic
pattern. This slave, who was young,
strong and muscular in appearance, was accoutred like all such male slaves in
the Palace. That is to
say he was nude but for a tight-fitting triangle of leather over his
private parts ... this ‘support’ being attached to a leather belt above his
waist. A thin thong of leather, running
up between the cleft of his nates to the back of the belt held the ‘support’ in
position. There were leathern bands
about his wrists and ankles and a leather collar about his neck, to all of
which were attached several small iron rings.
These accoutrements were not only symbols of the man’s status, they were
also there so that, easily and quickly, he could be secured, put under
restraint or made ready for punishment.
from Princess Alexena’s wrist, from a white leathern loop attached to a
decorated golden handle, was a switch of tightly-plaited white leather. The switch, which tapered finely to a small
knot to which was attached a little tab of hard white ivory, had a slim core of
very flexible whalebone. This instrument
accompanied the Princess virtually everywhere, either dangling from her wrist
or looped to her golden waist-belt. It
was another and a most potent symbol of her authority. Every slave in the Palace was cognisant of
its biting cut and, like the supreme mistress who wielded it so frequently, it
was held in the very greatest respect.
as the two figures approached the kneeling slave, the switch swung up and then
whiplashed down across the muscular male buttocks. Alexena swung with the same sort of casual
indifference one might use in slashing off a nettle top or swatting a fly.
of my way, oaf!” she rasped as the slave uttered a gasping grunt of pain and
writhed side-ways, scattering the small pieces of mosaic he had been so
meticulously piecing together. The high
heels clicked on as he pressed his mouth to the tiled floor in obeisance.
... Mistress...” he half whispered to the indifferent figures that swept on
down the corridor.
pain of the freshly-raised weal, produced for no fault but simply on account of the Princess’s impatience, was thinly
fiery. Used as he was to such pain, the
slave could by no means disregard it.
Pain, accustomed or not, was still pain.
And he groaned inwardly as he hastily collected together again the
scattered tiles. If he did not finish
his task in the time that had been allotted by his overseer, he would
experience considerably more than one such cut.
The overseer in question was a woman recently appointed to the Palace
staff whose youth and beauty were allied to a relentless cruelty. She was out to earn herself a reputation in
her new appointment and the slave knew she would thrash him without mercy if
her orders were not carried out to the letter.
Her name was Valda and already it was a name burnt into his soul. For the thousandth time he cursed the Fates
that had brought him captive to the Royal Palace of Nexos, chief city of
Barbaria. He cursed, but
hopelessly. It seemed there was but one
escape from his servitude. That was
death ... and for that he was not ready.
Alexena and Judilla approached the massive double doors, ornately carved in
white and gold, which admitted to the Royal Apartments, two guards raised
glittering swords in salute. These men
were garbed and helmeted in a very similar fashion to the Roman soldiers of an
ancient era now lost in the past. It was
a little strange that, in some fashions at least, history should be repeating
itself. At the same time, two slave
girls, who had been stationed in alcoves on opposite sides of the passage, ran
forward and opened the doors wide. Then
they fell to their knees, bowed low, and kissed the floor before the advancing
women. Their grovelling obeisance was
ignored with customary indifference ... and when the feet of the mighty had
passed the two girls rose and closed the doors.
They did so, it seemed, with a certain thankfulness. As a slave it was most often better to be
ignored. To attract attention meant, as
often as not, to attract the lash at the same time. Eyed with some avidity by the guards, who
also took up a more relaxed pose, they retired to their alcoves.
avidity of the guards was natural, for the two slave girls were in a state of
greater nudity than the male slave in the corridor. Whilst similarly accoutred with leathern,
iron-ringed bands around wrist and ankles, with a waist belt and collar, they
possessed no leathern triangle. Moreover they had been deprived of all body hair. Attached to their nipples, by means of tiny
rings and thin, little chains, were pendant jewels. From the centre of the belt, at the front,
hung another jewel, falling almost the swelling hump of the sex, pointing heart-shaped
as if to emphasise the revealing starkness of their nudity.
accoutrements, this nudity, were standard for all slave girls in the Palace,
though the bejewelled decorations might vary considerably. Nose rings were sometimes worn ... as well as
other and more painfully humiliating devices.
though the guards might look with lustful longing, they knew it was death to
have relations - of any kind - with any slave girl. Of course, there might be occasions when they
were ordered to have such relations. But
that was a different matter and usually done for someone else’s amusement as
much as anything. Nevertheless, it
should not be imagined they lived a celibate life. When they were off duty, there were special
establishments set aside where an ample selection of slave girls were freely available to them. On duty and especially in the Palace, they
had to watch themselves very carefully for, naturally, Princess Alexena had the
pick of all slave girls ... and so, equally naturally, they were the most lovely and tempting of all.
is should perhaps be explained that, in Barbaria, there were three classes of
person. First, the ruling class, mainly
of women but including a smattering of men.
Many of these men were effeminate but quite a number were true men who
had retired honourably from military service.
Secondly there was the military class.
This class covered a wide range and the army and naval captains were
very powerful men - even if subordinate to the Court. Beneath them were their men - soldiers and
sailors. An auxiliary branch of this
service of guards, slave overseers and the like. This second class were, one can see, all of varying rank and degree, whilst still remaining
servants of the first and ruling class.
The third and by far the largest class, were the male and female slaves.
the ruling class had slaves. The
military officers had them, too. Even
some of the higher-ranking men under them.
But a general guide to a man or woman’s rank in state or military could
be gained by the number and quality of the slaves possessed. The lower orders of the military and
auxiliary rarely possessed slaves but, on the other hand, it was possible for
them quite frequently to make use of them.
They could, as one example, be given a slave, or slaves, as a reward for
good service. Naturally, overseers had
slaves at their beck and call. That was
simply part of their duties.
in brief then, was the structure of society in Barbaria. It will be seen more clearly and in more detail
as our story unfolds ... and you, the reader, will come to know what it was
like to rule and to command as well as to serve and be subjugated.
... please relax a little. Let me help
you relax ...” It was Judilla who spoke and her tone and manner of address were more
intimately personal now she and the Princess were within the private
apartments. Alexena both permitted and
welcomed such familiarity from certain high ladies of her Court when in such
surroundings, though she insisted on more formality and being addressed as
‘Highness’ elsewhere. However, it was
only certain selected women who were granted this privilege. No man, however high his rank or great his
worth dare address her so and had always to treat her with the respect becoming
to a Princess.
put an arm around the tall blonde and kissed her on the cheek. Her hard features softened a little. “I am sorry, Judilla,” she said. “But a lot is at stake. Varian had taken a major portion of our fleet
on this expedition. It would be serious
if anything had gone wrong.”
could go wrong?” asked Judilla. “We are
mistresses of the world. No other puny
fleet would dare attack ours.” She
kissed Alexena in return and clasped the dark-haired woman to her.
are always the forces of Nature to contend with,” answered Alexena. She paused for a moment, looking into the
blue eyes close to hers, then she smiled.
“But, as you say, let us forget and relax a while. We have our own forces of Nature to contend
with.” She kissed Judilla on the full
pink ripeness of her soft lips and the girl responded passionately in
return. They clasped each other, breasts
to breasts, belly to belly, flanks to flanks, each feeling their mutual desire
mount with a sudden fierceness. “Come,”
Alexena whispered, as they separated.
the two women moved across the richly carpeted floor of the main salon towards
a curtained archway which led into various inner sanctums of the royal
the curtains parted an attendant slave-girl fell to her knees and kissed the
ground before them ... and this was ignored.
At each archway that led into a further inner sanctum, a similar
obeisance was made by similar lovely naked young creatures, all accoutred and bejewelled
in slave fashion.
final sanctum was Alexena’s bedroom and, this time, the slave girl who
prostrated herself before them was not ignored.
Alexena’s white leathern switch swung up and whiplashed down across
...” said Alexena, “you will disrobe me.”
second slave girl who had simultaneously prostrated herself on the opposite
side of the entrance received a similar cut.
you, Selima,” said Alexena, “will attend upon the Lady Judilla.”
breathless gasps the two young naked creatures sprang
quickly to their feet to do as they were bid.
supreme Highness ... their absolute Mistress, whose personal slaves they were
... had returned!
NARRATIVE OF NERINE
to Princess Alexena
familiar bite of my Mistress’s switch seared into my flesh, momentarily robbing
me of breath, and I sprang quickly to my feet to attend upon her. Faint sounds from the outer chambers had
indicated she was returning, though one could not be sure. It might have been one of the Palace
overseers on a tour of inspection to see that we were not being dilatory in our
duties or, taking advantage of our Mistress’s absence, were relaxing at some
ease instead of in the position and posture demanded. In my case, as with those others most closely
in attendance upon her Highness, such a dereliction of duty would not have been
punished immediately on the spot by the overseer. However, the matter would certainly have been
reported to her Highness who would have dealt with the matter herself or
instructed the overseer as to punishment.
me say at the outset that it would be foolish to imagine that not to be at the
immediate mercy of an overseer was something to be thankful for - though I am
sure many of the other slaves in the Palace assumed otherwise. For my Mistress was not only far more
powerful than any overseer, she could be far more merciless and cruel if the
mood so took her. At least there were
some limits imposed upon an overseer.
Upon her there were none. And she
was by nature cruel. Indeed, one could not
but be aware that she delighted in cruelty for its own sake.
however, is the prerogative of a Princess.
Perhaps, indeed, that is how they gain supreme power and the reason why
they hold it.
hurried after my Mistress who had moved to the side of the massive square bed,
which had a golden canopy above it, and was piled high with golden
cushions. At the head of the bed, one on
each side, stood two other slave attendants.
They were not personal slaves like myself but simply Palace slaves. Their sole function was to ensure a cool
current of air flowing above the bed by the to-and-fro wafting of the long fans
they carried. Each was as naked as
myself but, in keeping with the decorative magnificence of that Royal chamber,
each had her body completely coated with a glistening gold substance. Always, night and day, at the head of my
Mistress’s bed, two such slave girls stood on duty.
were two other slaves in attendance in that most personal of her Highness’s
inner sanctums. They stood, one on each
side of the room, back to the wall, arms folded and staring fixedly ahead. They were male slaves. As always, when our periods of duty
coincided, I was supremely conscious that one of these was Myron ... a
handsome, well-built young man to whom I had been betrothed when we had once
both been free citizens of the small island kingdom of Cipri. Until that terrible day when we had been
overwhelmed and enslaved by Barbaria.
unexpectedly, for we had not known of their existence, their ships had arrived
over the sea and the resistance of our small forces had been fierce but
futile. My uncle had been King of Cipri,
so one might say that it was I who had been a Princess, though I was not given
that title. All the same I had been
given every honour and respect, having many servants of my own. Yes - servants. For they were not treated as slaves and were
punished only for serious offences. I
personally hardly ever chastised my own servants and then only with a few mild
slaps. Thus you
will see that our small community was far, far more humane than that of the
more powerful one of Barbaria which had thousands of slaves, where punishment
was swift and merciless, and cruelty often employed for its own sake.
had been of similarly high rank to myself and that, apart from his good looks
and physique, was the reason for his being reduced to that status of a personal
body slave to Princess Alexena. For it
was her policy to select for such positions, only those who had once held high
rank in their own city states. It much
pleased her to have at her beck and call those who had once held power
themselves. All the same, from among
those of former rank, she only chose those of the greatest beauty of face and
figure or, in the case of males, those who were strong and handsome.
will, no doubt, be understood what an additional torment it was for Myron and
myself to be in the situation we were.
With frequent regularity he had to gaze upon my nakedness - and know it
was beyond his possession. He could not
even touch me, unless he received a direct order, without risking the most
terrible kind of punishment. To express
his desire for me as he would have wished, and as a man should, would have
certainly meant castration and, most probably, death from the other hideous
cruelties which would follow.
I had to gaze constantly upon his proud, young manhood and feel my own
frustrations. Worse, I had to submit to
punishment by my Mistress or one of her overseers in his presence; and,
equally, from time to time I had to watch his similar humiliation and
suffering. Worst of all (for Myron as
well as myself, I am sure) there were occasions when, at her whim, or for the
amusement of herself and her guests, I had to submit to the sexual attentions
of another man or men. Often too, women
used my body for their pleasure.
practices were commonplace in Princess Alexena’s Palace. I mention it only because it should be
understood why, although all slaves suffered, Myron and I suffered to a greater
degree on account of our previous closely intimate
association. Despite everything, I still
loved him. And he me, I’m sure. Sometimes it was like a knife in my heart to
see in his eyes the frustration, the rage and the hate and the anguish.
weal across my nates burnt fiercely as I began to disrobe my Mistress as she
had ordered. Pain is always more
unpleasant when it is undeserved. Certainly I had done nothing to warrant the cut from her
switch. As always, I strove hard to
forget the matter. I had learnt it was best
that way. This female tyrant could do
exactly as she wished - and I was her utter slave. One had to accept the fact or suffer
worse. that was something very difficult
in the early stages of enslavement but which one
learnt by slow and painful degrees.
the white jacket-blouse she was wearing slipped away to expose a magnificent
pair of full, high breasts ... breasts held and made all the more
proud by the golden-net brassiere support. The constant motif of my Mistress was gold;
in many of her garments, her accoutrements, her jewellery, the decor both
inanimate and human which surrounded her.
Even the handles of the switches and whips she employed were of gold, or decorated with it.
She was the only woman permitted to employ gold in this fashion. It symbolised her supreme position.
the familiar and natural, nervousness I felt whenever in her presence -
particularly when serving her intimately - I unfastened the brassiere. The milk-white orbs seemed even fuller when
released from their flimsy covering but they scarcely lost anything of their
myself am similarly endowed and, although not so tall nor as powerfully built
as the Princess, I know I am equally well and firmly proportioned. Once I had been most happy on that account
but, in view of my Fate, it would have been better otherwise.
I unfasten the golden cinch-belt at her waist my Mistress ran her hands up over
her breasts and sighed softly. The
strong, pink-brown nipples were already firm.
No doubt she was already thinking of the pleasures to come with the Lady
Judilla. In that moment I was no more
concern to her than some inanimate article like the pleated white skirt I was
removing from her Junoesque body. She
was nude but for her high-heeled golden boots and tiny gold-net briefs that
clung to her curves. These too I removed
whilst she stood gazing abstractedly into the distance, sighing contentedly
knelt, about to unlace the boots, when I received a sharp stabbing kick from
one of them in my flank.