Chapter 21: The Gods Khalid, Ahmed, and Chaka
Naomi Weinberg walked a fine line. She had been the very first to be trained by the Brothers, back on the
Asgard
, even before the ship had landed on this planet. She had been attracted to Chaka, the youngest of the big, bearded Ramadans. He had actually taken her, sexually, on their very first encounter, but Naomi knew that this was the cultural norm on Ramada and she had submitted to that.
In college Naomi had majored in Ramadan culture. The media on Earth and the educational system had glamorized the Ramadan lifestyle. It was true that women were subject to a lot of rules and restrictions on Ramada, but it was for their own benefit, Naomi learned in her college classes. Women on Ramada enjoyed a rich culture, loving relationships with their husband and children, and a vibrant social life embedded in the community. The whippings, the beatings, the mutilations, and the subjugations never made it onto her college curriculum.
Naomi had actually been on her way to Ramada to spend a year on a social research fellowship when the ship had malfunctioned. And so when people started to pair up, she found herself attracted to Chaka.
She had loved the first time she had sex with Chaka. He was rough, and domineering, but Naomi loved being dominated. The second and third time was good too. But then Chaka had lent her out, like a library book, to her brothers Khalid and Ahmed. That shocked her. And then the beatings began. The beatings, the whippings, and the indoctrination. She spent four days and four nights locked away in their cabin, but when she emerged, she was a different woman.
Naomi became a humble convert to Laquinta. She accepted that her sole purpose in life was to pleasure men. She accepted that, and even enjoyed it, because despite it all, she was in love with Chaka.
But with Khalid and Ahmed, a little less so. Chaka sometimes hurt her during sex, but never intentionally. It was different with his brothers. The first time Naomi had sex with Khalid, she was unable to get him hard. He slapped and hit her, and only then did his organ start to become solid. And then the second time he took her sexually, he choked her even as he was thrusting within her, screaming in ecstasy as she gagged, gasping for breath. She had blacked out just as he had come, and woke up to find herself discarded, on his bedside, and feeling herself full of his juices.
Ahmed was different. When Ahmed asked Chaka to use her, Chaka had given his permission, but grudgingly. And then Ahmed had methodically beat her from head to toe while he used her, smiling all the time. She was black and blue for a week after that. Chaka was furious when he saw what Ahmed had done to her. She got the impression that her beating had been intended as a message to Chaka. Naomi sensed that for some reason, Ahmed and Chaka didn't get along.
When they arrived at Heraklion, Naomi was thankfully to only be used by Chaka. Khalid and Ahmed found other women to use for their sexual pleasure. But Khalid kept giving her dangerous looks, and more than once he suggested to Chaka that perhaps Naomi would better serve as a concubine in the general harem.
Chaka was disquieted by these suggestions but tried not to show it. Instead, he figured out a way to keep Naomi safe, by getting her a job as assistant to the Slutmaster. The Slutmaster was in charge of training new concubines. It would be harder for Khalid to transfer her to the general pool, if she had a real job which occupied her time.
Naomi had mixed feelings about working for the Slutmaster. The Slutmaster was in charge of training new recruits to be concubines. The training was not a pretty process. But Naomi found she could use her influence in small ways to reduce the abuse of the women being trained.
And the Slutmaster himself was very nice to Naomi. His name was Tirano. He was a relatively new recruit to Laquinta. He had been selected not so much for his cruelty but his administrative ability; with a lot of sluts moving in and out of the system, a man with an eye for numbers and workflow was invaluable. Tirano was always friendly and kind to her, sneaking her extra food, and asking her how she was, even as they heard the screams of women being trained around them.
Naomi started her workday doing her rounds of the women in each stage. Phase One contained the most recent recruits, who were in different stages of being tortured to weaken their resistance. Phase Two contained recruits who had been broken, but were just beginning to learn how to please their new masters. Phase Three contained recruits who were learning the proper attitude and manners. And Phase Four was the finishing school, teaching girls how to use their hands and mouths and other body parts expertly.
A prison had been converted for the use of the Training Harem. The prison had been emptied quite easily, with the prisoners either being beheaded, or, if they had enough potential, recruited to join the Stranglers of Laquinta.
Naomi walked by the room where Phase Four initiates were being trained. These were women who had earned the stripes, literally, on their backs. They were totally willing, totally compliant, and were receiving final sex training. Naomi saw a slave on her back, being ridden by her trainer, being told to wrap her hands around his back and her legs around his legs, to heighten her penetration. She saw another slave on her knees working on a trainer's organ, being instructed on how to best use her tongue; the instructor even had his own tongue out, and was swirling it in a certain way as the slave, with the Master's organ in her mouth, looked up at him to try to imitate. Naomi smiled, knowing that these girls would soon know the happiness of serving Laquinta as she did.
Naomi walked by a Phase Three room, where slaves were taught the proper attitude. They were being instructed to kneel on the ground, with their forehead buried in their fist.
"It is not merely enough to pleasure a Master," said a trainer. "You have to make the Master believe that you want it, that you desire it above all else. You must make the Master believe he is giving you the greatest gift of your life by allowing him to use your body as he wishes. Serena! Convince me."
A naked woman obediently ran up to the trainer. "Master, please, let me pleasure you! I beg you!"
The trainer slapped her in the face with a loud smacking sound. "Pathetic. Karis, you show her."
A second naked woman ran up and hugged him, and kissed him passionately, rubbing her hands all over his body. "Please, Master, please, I need you inside me! Please ravage me, I beg you! My body was made to serve you! My body was made to serve Laquinta! Please take me, so my insignificant self may better serve the Great God of Blood!"
"Better," said the trainer, smiling appreciatively, and Naomi could sense that this little 'demonstration' had aroused him a bit.
Naomi went by a Phase Two training room, and saw women being trained to use their hands, their mouths, and the space between their legs. The women were clumsy, and while not resisting, were not exactly eager; they had accepted their fate, but had yet to receive their full attitude adjustment. Even in Phase Two, some women sometimes regressed and required further therapeutic whippings.
And then there was Phase One. The beginning. This was Naomi's least favorite place, because it was the place where women were most abused.
In one large cell Naomi saw several women chained to the wall. They were going through a process. They would be whipped, and then chained to the wall to allow them to feel the residual pain. They would also be given almost nothing to eat or drink, and they wouldn't be allowed to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Depending on their prescribed treatment, each cycle ran for anywhere from two to six hours, and if they weren't compliant after a set period time, they would be whipped again.
A few women broke after their first whipping, but most required a number of treatments, and the majority graduated to Phase Two after a day or two.
Naomi entered the group cell, bearing a bucket of water and a ladle. She helped each girl take a drink. She spoke encouraging words to each of them, telling them their pain would end if only they cooperated. Her role was key in the conversion process, to offer the girls a sympathetic face and voice in their wilderness of pain and confusion.
As Naomi watered each of the girls, and spoke gently to them, she sensed one girl, a brunette with curly hair, might be ready.
"How long will this continue?" the girl whispered.
"It can end now, if you cooperate," said Naomi, touching her hair gently.
"I want it to end," said the girl. "But I'm afraid," she said.
Naomi held her hand and smiled. "Don't be. I'll help you."
The woman hesitated, then nodded.
Naomi unchained the woman, and led her to a Phase Two training room.
The woman saw the room full of women, servicing their trainers, and hesitated.
"I will give you to our most gentle trainer. You will not be harmed, I guarantee it."
