Once Tia had closed the door, she lifted her tunic off and walked over to the wall cabinet with a glass door. The weapons hanging within were displayed like ancient trophies but were in fact items the chief used every day. The canes and crop looked newer than the leather implements which consisted of two tawse, one with fingers and one without.

Tia was beginning to regret making the proposition to the security chief. She went up onto tiptoe to unhook the fingered tawse, knowing that the chief would be studying her naked form.

"Put it between your teeth and crawl over to me, girl." When Tia turned, she saw that Salah had pushed his chair away from the desk and turned to face her. Tia dropped to her knees, put the tawse between her teeth, then crawled toward him. He pointed at the floor between his feet. "Head there and form a pyramid."

The 'pyramid' was one of the punishment positions that every thrall was taught in their basic training. As soon as she arrived, she waited for him to take the weapon then lowered her head to the floor. After positioning her forearms flat on the floor and together above her head, she lifted her butt and straightened her legs.

The 'pyramid' was formed once her ass was high in the air and her legs were forming a 90 degree angle. Tia suspected that the chief had placed the tawse on the desk, for he placed both of his hands on her twin, globing cheeks.

"Tia, Galib spoils you. These cheeks have hardly any bruises. Now you're out in the real world these are going to feel the heat every time you misspeak." Holding her peach as though it was a huge apple that he was about to break in half, the chief gave her cheeks a good squeeze. "For your information, I often have some of Hammad's thralls come visit me for a quick security check. Do you think you're any more special than they are?" He gripped her spongy labia lips and crushed them together.

"That's for you to decide, Sir." She tried to speak without too much tremor in her voice. She thought she was special. In fact, she was counting on him thinking she was very special. A desirable thrall who had, until that point, been beyond his sphere of influence.

He maintained a grip on her lips. "I'm going to warm these up, girl. Then, you'll remember your visit and your promise. Understand?"

It sounded as though Salah was going to let Vida join Galib's squad. "I understand, Sir."

He removed his hands and picked up the tawse. "You know the score, Tia. I'm going to give you three for insolence. It'll be six if you move."

Men like Salah got their kicks out of thrashing thralls. However, the chief rarely got to thrash a palace thrall until they were transferred out, like Tia had. She sensed movement. Swatt! Swatt! Swatt!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Tia cried when her ass and cunt exploded with fierce and unrelenting pain.

More than anything, Tia wanted to collapse onto the floor and rub the damaged area. She cried and wailed as the fire in her posterior raged like a wildfire. Her agonized squeals were music to his ears, but although the sadistic security officer wanted her to move, Tia maintained the pyramid which thanks to the chief had become a volcano!

The rules were clear. Three for the first level of misconduct and three more for failing to hold her position until given permission to relax. Then, the chief rose from his chair and skirted the wigwam shaped figure of the distressed thrall. Taking up a position between her feet, he eased his cock into Tia's liquid furnace.

"Sweet fuck," he murmured as he drove his huge cock down into her trembling body.

He wanted to stoke the fire while it was hot and raging. He was drunk on the power he felt subjugating a girl half his size and half his age. It was a slightly awkward angle, Tia thought - downward and forward, but the men seemed to revel in seeing the thrall in relative discomfort.