The Arena
by
S.M Knight
Blossom Before All
Master Flavious took care to help his Mona down off the hated bar. She'd served her time well. It was a new record, two and a half-hours totally bare on the bar.
�You may stretch yourself and rub your nipples and sex, of course, oh and Mona, I am proud of you.�
�Thank you, Master, I am glad you're pleased, oh Master?�
�What is it Mona?�
�Master, may I ask a favor?�
�I suggest you not press your luck with favors, or you might find yourself back on for another added
hour on that bar...�
�May I whip the blonde for you, Master?�
�I might have known... I was about to wet thong her...�
�Master, I can wet thong her for you so she is ready for a fucking... That is if she gets as hot under the whip as she claims...� Mona smiled with a glint in her eye.
�Hum, well it may prove interesting to watch you apply the wet thong to her. Remember, I don't want her cut or sliced up like raw meat; or you just might find yourself a continued ride on the bar and a wet thonging to boot, understand? I don't think any girl of mine has ever taken a wet thonging, while 'bare' on the bar. It might be interesting to see sometime and if anyone can take one you can. First though, I will deliver you one stroke as you stand thus so spread your arms and legs, back to me, that's good. Ready..?�
Mona nods. Flavious takes the handle of the thong and with a side arm stroke coils the wet thing around the Nubian slut's breasts. Its end found the middle of her back. The shinny thong impacting against her skin made a wet Sounding THWICK.
Mona twists and tosses her head back. Still holding her unbound spread eagle posture. She made no sound other than a short hiss of air she took in between her clenched teeth. The wet thing just seemed to clung to her nudity. With such awful persistence that made her shake her head several times. Flavious jerked on it a couple of times. Her breasts jiggled and shuddered as the wet leather works itself loose. In its wake, a red line appears. A single welted reminder of the wisdom of the lash. Painting itself across the Nubian's erect nipples and scoring her well toned back.
�See, not that's how I want you to wet thong this sun-baked blonde. First, let it soak in a bit in the brine. If you get in a hurry, you'll cut her then I will punish you harshly.�
�Y-yes, Master.� said Mona. Still a bit shaky after her single encounter with the wet thong. Master Flavious handed the handle of the thong to Mona. She dipped the thong into the jar of brine water. Taking it out slowly, shaking a bit of the water out of it. With a casual flick of her wrist the whip started a rearward arc.
Taking a good comfortable stance, the black beauty let the shinny wet strip slither easily across the blonde's sunburned nipples. A subtle whirring sound preceded the wet slap of the leather against the blonde's bare breasts. Ashbod jerked a bit, tossing her head back she gasped a raspy sounding, �AAA!�
This stroke left a mark and where it contacted her a white line formed under the lash. Mona used careful tugs to get the whip to release the girl's skin. When it finally fell away a dark red line had formed under the whip's path.
Ashbod shook her head, she began to sweat. Mona took careful aim as this stroke found the cleft of
the girl's sex. Scoring a welt across her neither lips. Ashbod reared up in her bondage. Shaking her head a few
times. Again letting out a raspy gasp, �AAA!�
The whip fell away. A white line turned to a red one. Mona knew just how to whip a sunburned girl without damaging her skin. Another stroke snaked across juttering bare breasts. Indenting its path with fire. The wet thong bit her dark swollen nipples. Ashbod twisted and begged in a breathy tone of voice, �AAA! OH! NO, PLEASE! STOP! A-AH! AAA! BY THE GODS, NOT ON MY NIPPLES... PLEASE! NO!� While she begged, Ashbod twisted and writhed. The whip clung firmly to her nipples. The awful thong seemed to have a mind of its own.
Mona dealt another sifting slice to Ashbod's bare nipped breasts. Again it clung to her almost raw tips.
Ashbod's protests became hoarse cries. The ropes holding her openly spread eagle between the two columns in
Flavious' bedroom creaked. She twisted this way and that to try to shake the clinging whip from her welted breasts. Finally it mercifully slipped away.
�Master, may I wet the thong again? It seems to be getting a bit dry.�
�Yes, and soak it for a few moments. Then give the little slut a well up stroke, understand?� Flavious ordered.
Mona smiled, her white teeth looked large and straight in contrast to her dark skin. The well up stroke made Ashbod dance in her bondage, hissing and howling all the while. Mona thought to herself if only this girl could close her legs and rub her breasts, the idea to be denied this simple pleasure. Ashbod's nipples screamed and her clit throbbed.
Flavious admired the picture the blonde presented to him. Standing as if she wanted nothing more than to be wet thonged. Her arms drawn outward and her legs spread wide, exposing her openly to the thong. Mona gave her another well up stroke. It split her lips of her sex and seemed to attach itself to her clit, sucking it nearly raw. Flavious swore she pulled herself off the floor. The whip had buried itself so deeply into her cleft that it looked like she had a tail. She choked and coughed a bit, gasping, �OH! N-NA-AAA!� Her body shuddered, �S-S-STOP! PLEASE, OH MY SEX, OH MY S-S-SEE-EX! OOO-OH! AAA! OW-W! O-O-O-OOHH!�
Even with her legs spread as they were, the whip still clung firmly. Mona gave a quick jerk. A wet sound was heard as the whip dislodged itself from between the girl's legs. At first Ashbod's eyes grew wide. She actually looked to see if the whip took her clitoris with it. Shaking her head once. Twice. Three times.
�M-Master, oh Master, I can't help it...� Ashbod tried to maintain her control. That last one stung her to her very soul. She let go her pee. �Whipped the piss out of her did ya, 'eh Mona?� Flavious commented with cruelty.
�Master, I think this girl must have a weak bladder.� Mona smiled at him.
Flavious stayed Mona's arm, going to Ashbod he yanked her head back by the hair, �You little pissing slut! Maybe I ought to let you ride the bar for an hour or two! Mona, give her more of the thong! Across her nipples this time! Do it until I tell you to stop!�
�OH, NO, Master, I'll just die...� With those words, Mona delivered Ashbod a hefty stroke over both her erect nipples. The blonde girl twisted and struggled to maintain control. Shaking her head, she sucked in air between her clenched teeth. Letting out a small but breathy protest, �AH!�
Mona followed her Master's orders. Punishing Ashbod's erect nipples with stroke after stroke with that damp thong. Ashbod danced the dance of a slave girl under the whip. Her nipples throbbed on her quivering breasts.
�M-Master..?� Ashbod's voice quivered. �M-M-Master! PLEASE MAKE HER STOP THONGING ME! AH! A-A-AAA! That thing is skinning m-my nipples... AAA!� She jerked and twisted again and again.
Mona, with a steady hand kept thonging the girl's erect nipples. They turned a brilliant red, quite chapped and sore. �Mona, stop it please... I beg you...� Ashbod's voice was weak and her head lolled on her
right shoulder.
Flavious stopped Mona's hand, �She's had enough.�
�Yes Master.� Mona stayed her hand.
�Lustina. You and Mona take Ashbod down to the baths and clean her up. Lustina, before you go clean up her dribbling. Waste no time. The three of you return to my chambers spit-spot, understand?�
�Yes, Master.� Lustina nodded, �Understood, Master.�
Mona bowed her head, �Most clear, Master.�
The three girls left. Flavious adjusted the drapes and put out a few torches. Leaving only several lamps lit, he gave Carlos his work orders for tomorrow. Then sent Carlos off for the evening. He went to lay down on his bed and started to drift off when Felina knocked on the wooden door.
�Enter.� He thought it was the three girls coming back from the baths. He was surprised that it was Felina, �Felina. Aren't you assigned to clean up the bath house?�
�Yes, Master. I just came from there. The three girls you sent didn't see me. Did you give them your approval to girl play, sir?�
�No. Are they?�
�Yes, Master. It seems that Lustina wanted the new blonde girl to suck her nipples. Mona took hold of Lustina's breasts holding them while the blonde one sucked on them. It goes on sir.�
�I see. Light those two torches. Go over to the closet and get a thumper switch. The green one with the white stone on the end, will do. I think a bit of thumping on these three will drive a lesion home, don't you think so, Felina?�
With a gleam in her eye, �Yes, I agree Master.
�Felina, do you know how to use a thumper?�
�Master, I...�
�Good, I'll demonstrate for you. Stand in bare position three...�
Felina knew she would feel the thumper. She dreaded taking it out of the closet and handing it to her Master. Standing up straight with her arms crossed behind her head. Her legs spread about three feet and eyes focused straight ahead.
�Do you know where the thumper comes from?�
�No, Master.�
�Africa. In fact this one I got on a visit to Egypt. It was first invented by the Nubians. They called it a
budding switch. A shorter version is sometimes used. Made using a strip of thin shank with a small stone sewed in the end, and attached to a wooden grip. The grip can be decorated with leather or polished ornaments. The device was used to punish young girls as they enter puberty. It's humiliating to punish a grown woman with it. Though it can be done. I saw this one used on Mona just before I bought her from Lady Elexeus.�
�You bought Mona from Lady Elexeus, Master? She was most generous to sell her to you.�
�Elexeus had Mona in her garden near the pool. Another Nubian slave girl, Nerfa, was using this very budding switch on Mona. Mona was crying and whimpering like a little girl. After all, to the Nubians, she was being punished like a naughty little girl. Nerfa was thumping Mona's clit and nipples with it. That's all. Just her clit and nipples. Not hard, just steady and firm. Like this...�
With those words he began a steady thumping on Felina's sex. Square on her clit. He then moved it up to her nipples and using a steady rhythm flicked her nipples. Making them bounce and bobble a bit. Felina's breasts juttered visibly. The corners of her mouth screwed up a bit. She opened her mouth and let out a soft exhale, �Aaa. A-ah... H-ho... O-o-oh... A-ah... Aaa.�
�See?� He stopped for a moment. Felina catching her breath, �Y-y-y-yesss, m-Master... I see... Hugh... a-ah... Y-yes, Master... Oh.�
�Well how would you describe the budding switch, Felina my girl?�
�O-oh, Master... It made me feel so naked and ashamed. Like I was being punished for being a naughty girl or like someone caught me playing with myself... It was very humiliating, sir...�
�Good. Now look at your nipples and sex. See, not a mark anywhere. Oh, I think I hear our three naughty pool girls coming back now. You hide in the shadows over there. Take the switch with you. I'll call you when I need you, go on now.�
�Yes, Master.� She flitted across the room to hide amongst the drapes and columns. Flavious could hear the girls coming back. They were laughing and giggling a bit. As they approached his chambers their voices grew quiet.
With a giggle, �You're wonderful...� Lustina chirped.
BR> �You're fingers are magic, Mona...� Ashbod cooed.
�Shhh! Quite girls, we're here...� Mona knocked on the chamber door.
�Enter.�
�Thank you, Master, the bath was most refreshing.� Mona bowed her head in respect.
�Yes, Master, I thank you most sincerely.� Lustina nodded her head.
�Oh, Master, it was fine...� Ashbod smiled.
�Good. Lustina, tell me about your bath?�
�Oh, yes, Master, I-I really needed it. Now I smell so sweet for you... She moved close so he could smell her.
�Yes, you do smell cleaner. But, describe, in detail, your bath. And Ashbod's bath. And Mona's bath...�
�Well, Master... I got into the water... First... Then Mona and Ashbod...� She smiled unknowingly.
There was some hesitation about her voice.
�And...�
�Then, I washed myself and swam about for a few moments. Ashbod washed herself... Mona herself... Master, why do you ask?� This was the wrong thing to say. Mona had winced, while Ashbod gulped a swallow.
He could sense she was hiding some details. Lustina knew better than to question her Master. �Since when do you wonder why I ask? You are only to answer my questions, never ask them. Tomorrow, you'll go
back on the bar for two hours. In the Sun...�
�But, Master, I...�
�Following, you'll get twenty with the wet thong! Care to open your mouth, again, and try for forty?�
Lowering her eyes, she shook her head no, in a quiet almost a whisper, �No, Master.�
�No, Master.� He mimicked her, �Be glad that I'm waiting until tomorrow to punish you. Because right now I see three naughty slave girls... Three very naughty girls, right Mona?�
�M-Master...� Mona quivered.
�Right Ashbod?�
The lovely blonde drops to her knees, �Oh, Master, please don't have me thonged again. Look?� She sticks her chest out exposing her ruby red nipples that look so deliciously sore. Like they were made of jewels that had been inset to her chest. �Mona nearly skinned them off my breasts. Please sir, feel them...�
Flavious touched the girl's swollen nipples. He fingered them enough to make her whimper. He felt them in the palms
of his hands. They were awfully hot. With concentration, he could feel her heart beating in them. Ashbod shivered again. Standing up on once again on the polished marble floor.
Looking at Ashbod, Flavious went into his so sweet tone of voice, �Now, Ashbod, be a good girl and tell your Master exactly what happened in the bath?�
�Well... Master...� She squirmed and raked her toes on the marble floor.
�That's it! All three of you on your knees, NOW!�
The three dropped to their knees. Mona went ahead and crossed her arms behind her neck.
�Good girl Mona, you remembered a proper position. The rest of you behind your neck with your arms. Spread your knees apart. I want to see those 'clean' pussies of yours... Stick your chests out. I want to see those clean nipples. All perky and hard.�
Flavious took Ashbod's nipples between his fingers and again he tweaked them slightly. Ashbod whimpered softly. Still holding onto her nipples, Flavious asked Ashbod the same question, �Now, go on Ashbod, tell me all about the baths? Oh, Felina, you may step out here now.�
Felina appeared. Fondling the thumping switch. Flavious gave a slight twist on her nipples and the girl
spilled her guts, �Oh, Master, it was my idea to be playful... Lustina has such nice breasts. I really did like
sucking on them. Mona just helped Lustina to hold up her very large breasts for me to lick and suck. Lustina's
fingers are so nice... I just love them... Mona's tongue set me on fire... I like rubbing my nipples against hers...
You should see the contrast of my reddish bronze skin against her shinny ebony black skin... Oh, Lustina is a real...�
�Shut up, Ashbod.�
�Yes, Master.�
�Mona, you most of all. What is my rule about girl play in the baths?�
�Master, not without your permission.�
�Why didn't these two know that?�
�Master, Lustina did. I failed to tell Ashbod. I am sorry, sir.�
�Do you think a few days in the fields would help you three to remember?�
There was silence.
�Mona, tell out loud what happened to you when you went to the fields? The first time after you became a house slave...�
�Well, Master, you sent me there. I was taken to the main grain harvest. I was totally naked. In and about the piles of freshly cut grain were barrels laying over on their sides. When I didn't cut a good enough pile to start, the overseer threw me over a barrel and flogged me. After he flogged me, he fucked me in the ass...�
�Hum. Go on, tell them about the first night.�
�That night, I was placed in a cell with five other field girls. Three of them were Nubians, like me. It was them who budded me, sir...�
�Budded you, Mona? What was that?�
�Oh, sir, I can't...� She began to sob a bit.
�You can't what, Mona? Tell about it? Why?�
�It's humiliating, sir. I'm a mature grown up woman. I'm not a naughty little girl...�
�Evidently they thought you were a brat. Go ahead, tell us what a budding is? Unless you want a couple of more hours on the bar and a wet thonging along with this one,� He points to Lustina, �Tomorrow out there on the patio. In the Sun.�
�No, Master, I'll tell. A budding is, is...�
�Is what?�
�Master, it's a punishment using a switch with a smooth stone on the end of it. Sometimes a short handle with a strip of sinew and a stone sewn in the end. It's then applied to the clitoris and nipples of a girl. Usually hard and long enough to make her cum...�
�Is the girl usually bound?�
�Yes, Master.�
�Were you?�
�Yes, Master.�
�How were you bound, Mona?�
�I was bound, like a naughty girl gets bound, Master.�
�How is that, Mona?�
�Thin corded by my thumbs and big toes, Master.�
�In what position is that, Mona?�
�Naked and spread-eagle against the bars of the cell. Oh, dear Master, you know it was Branda that did it to me!�
�Did what to you, Mona? Tell us...� Lustina asked.
�She made me cum, bound like that. In my village, when a young girl is punished the most awful form
of humiliation is forcing a girl to cum or as it's termed, 'blossom before all.' As a young girl, this action is
thought of as a lesson to be learned. If the girl is a woman, she is usually labeled a slut by the other women and
from time to time she's taken to the house of women where she's forced to bare herself to slut punishments.�
�Why did they do that to you?� Flavious asked.
�Master, Branda got mad at me. She and her friends fixed me against the bars slut girl like. Branda budded me using a switch given to her by Harp, the black overseer who flogged and buggered me...�
�What did that budding do to you, Mona?�
�I-it made me cum, Master, cum a lot.�
�Mona, why do Nubian's call it budding?� Lustina wondered.
�It's usually done to a young girl who's just developing her womanhood. When she's been naughty or caught playing with herself. In my village, a mature woman was never budded. Unless in private between two women playing with each other. Budding was done to girls publicly.�
The three knew they were in trouble when their Master announced, �Well, according to Ashbod you three were being naughty, right?�
�Oh, Master, we were just being...� Mona started to explain but was interrupted by Lustina, �Bathing, Master!� Mona looked at Lustina with disgust, �Oh, Lustina, will you pipe down. You're only making it worse.�
�Oh, she's working on forty with the wet thong, Mona.� Flavious added. Lustina whimpered.
�Mona, was that the only time you'd ever been budded?�
�No, Master.�
�When did it happen before?�
�Master, at Lady Elexeus' when you purchased me. Nerfa was using an Egyptian version of the budding switch on me.�
�Good. You remember. The thumper. Felina, string Mona in the Nubian girl's position. Between those two columns will do. Cords on her thumbs and big toes only...�
�Oh, Master, please, I'll be good and watch over these two. Don't let her bud me, please, sir...�
�You agree that you were naughty? Don't you?�
�Yes, sir, it's not that, but, it's that she's a white girl. And it's awful for a white girl to bud a black girl... Please, Master...�
�Stop the whining you were a naughty girl. Felina will apply the Egyptian thumper. I shall watch. You will be made to cum. Oh, you'll cum and cum as I have shown Felina how to use the thumper. Egyptian style, nude and spread wide between these two columns. Oh, Felina will remain nude, too. That's a comfort to you, I know. Ready, Felina?�
She nods. Flavious looks back at Mona, �Felina, you may begin. Oh, Felina, don't miss. If you do,
you'll get a sound budding yourself. From Mona. All right?�
Felina applied the thumper. She learned her lesion well. Never missing once she found Mona's clit. Flicking a steady tattoo that sounded wetter and wetter as Mona neared her first climax. Flavious thought this had to hurt. Mona's earlier ride on the bar must have made her clit very sensitive. It only took a few moments for Mona to blossom under Felina's steady drubbing.
Felina resumed a fresh start on Mona's nipples. It took longer for her to cum this time, as her nipples had lost a bit of their sensitivity as she'd grown older. But, Felina's relentless application soon had Mona
quivering. Her eyes opened wide and then rolled as she gasped in orgasm. Her breasts shuddering with the rhythm of the thumping switch.
Another dose on her clit and again on her nipples, had Mona fairly dripping with sweat. Flavious motioned for Felina to stop. Mona looked limp and exhausted, as Felina untied her.
Lustina painted an erotic picture. Standing with up-drawn, outward stretched arms pulled fairly taught by cords on each of her thumbs. Her legs spread wide and secured with cords around her big toes. Ready for her budding. The significance of budding is not as readily apparent to a white girl as a Nubian. At least at first. The results are the same for each. Uncontrolled orgasms. Felina began on Lustina's clit. A familiar little
pounding stroke that had Lustina dancing on the balls of her feet in no time. The cords are remarkably effective for keeping a girl in place. Thumbs and big toes hurt awful if pulled or jerked on with any kind of force.
Flavious remembered this. He'd seen slave girls being punished on galleys or in labor camps by being strung up by their thumbs. He'd come to realize that Felina took to thumping with the switch like a duck takes to water. She'd got the hang of it real quick.
For Lustina her first orgasm broke a long period of almost total silence. In fact, all the sound anyone could hear was the wet little slap of the stone against the hooded flesh of her swollen clitoris. Lustina made a quick shudder. Shimmied a bit. Then with a raspy gasp, she came. �AAA! AH! OH! AAA! A-AAA! H-HA-AAA! AH-AH! AAA! OH MY GA-GAUD! AAA! HOO-O-OOH! AH... AAA!�
Felina still beat the steady rhythm for a while longer. Lustina came a while longer. Flavious looked at Felina. She was in seventh heaven, �This is fun, Master.�
�Be careful what you say, girl, you may be next...�
�Yes, Master. More work, Master?�
�Yes, go back to work, slave-girl...�
�Yes, Master...�
Lustina's nipples must be more sensitive than Mona's. It only took a few 'licks' with the thumper to have Lustina quivering and shuddering in the throes of another orgasm. The impact of the stone on her hard nipples made her large breasts vibrate. In waves, the blows coursed from her nipples to her chest and back again. As she climaxed, her voice echoed the thumps of the switch. Both nipples had turned a dark red and swelled to more than twice their size when Felina stopped her action.
Flavious gave her a nod to rub her nipples against Lustina's. Felina could feel them throbbing.
Both Lustina and Mona lay panting on the floor. It was now Ashbod's turn for the switch.
In position, Ashbod's appearance made Flavious' cock stand hard. The telltale lines crossing her nudity from her earlier wet thonging added to her loveliness. Looking at her, Felina would like to be girled with this one. This sunburned blonde, displaying herself bound only by her thumbs and toes had made Felina's clit twitch. Flavious motioned for Felina to begin. She did.
How ripe this blonde bitch must be. Felina looked at the end of the switch. Less than ten thumps had Ashbod creaming in orgasm. Her body drenched with sweat and her pussy fairly dripping with girl cum.
Flavious went to her. Ashbod looked like she was going to faint. As he held her, his hard cock brushed against the crack of her ass. She whimpered. She's ready for him all right. Steadying her, he nodded for Felina to continue. This time on her nipples. In all, Felina applied about a dozen to each nipple. Ashbod slipped again into the starry world of orgasmic delight. Not forgetting to breath, she gasped and moaned her passion.
Flavious shook his head. This girl was popping fresh and ready for a good fucking. He was just the Master to do it. Felina released her. Dropping to her knees, Ashbod fell to sucking on Flavious' cock. She took every bit of him and damn near swallowed him whole.
Flavious between breaths, gave his approval for Felina, Lustina and Mona to play with each other. They'd earned a little playtime.
Training With Staffs
It was the fifth day of their training. Melissa, Beckett, Teka and Tanya by rotation skirted their turn on the gristmill. The first day, which was not counted had a sorry Teesha and Velanna sweating and straining at the heavy stones.
No one could have been more sorry than Velanna. She obviously felt the hurt from her exposure to the intense Sun. Teesha sweltered and strained with her nipples brushing on the smooth wood of the large levers. Girlish nipples flattened and then raised as the rough wood scraped their peaks. She'd been fitted close to the lever by her collar.
The Sun was intense. Skin turned red and deeper reddish brown under the glare. As erect nipples grew dark from the Sun, redness gave way to a blending of bronze skin and girlish nipples. Too exposed to be distinctive beyond an erect bud of deep brown. Seen in profile. The girls' nipples stand erect and a testimonial to their erotic presence.
A simple stroke of the whip caught a wary breast. Causing it to bounce and its owner to wince with pain. It seems a bit too much for luck, but the tip of the lash grips the tortured bud with its snaky tongue. Focus is brought with a deep command from Elba, �Are you ready now, Tanya? Ready now to practice your posture and balance, Teka? Remember to keep your balance all of you, and Teka work on your form. Tanya protect those breasts of yours. Beckett, you must remember where you are most vulnerable. Melissa, you won't get another lick on your pretty sex, like before, but I highly suggest that you keep those legs parted and your balance and stance square. Now, ready, attack!�
Four humans assumed a ready posture. Melissa stood ready and in quite good form. Teka's form looked flawless. Tanya exposed a bit too much of her right breast. Another lick of the whip reminded her of her shortcomings. Tanya sucked in her breath twice. Each heave of her lovely breasts reflected the twin red lines recently placed there by Elba's wrist whip. Her well-tanned nipple rose red on its tip. Stinging in the late morning air.
Melissa's neither lips seemed a bit looser than normal. A wet ooze seemed to flow from them. A simple feel by Elba and a quick sniff told her that Melissa's juices were mixed with Beckett's seed. Elba whispered to Melissa to be wary. Should she miss a period, she'd find herself under the strap. Naked and laboring in the fields. And she told Beckett about Carlos punishing a lad by putting his cock into a bee's nest.
The last time Carlos caught a gladiator tossing himself off, he had the lad put on a cross and flogged. Then he had a girl whipped until the lad reached a raging hard on. Bringing a bee's nest to him, he had the boy's cock put inside and stung until it swelled to more than twice its size. Six girls kept on fucking him until he begged to become a eunuch.
�I will warn the two of you,� Elba cautioned Melissa and Beckett, �Be wary of Carlos. He can sense when you two have been fucking. Most surely, it is easy to fall careless. He will catch you when you least suspect. Melissa, hanging upside down and having your sex strapped is not pleasant. I suffered that once...�
�Mistress, you mean he will really use a large strap on a girl's naked sex?�
�Very much so.�
�I simply can't accept his getting a bee's nest and making me put my cock into it...�
�Believe it you two. He will know and I assure you that he will force you to do whatever he wishes.
He did so with me.�
�How? By whipping you?� Beckett noted with tone of sarcasm.
�Watch your tongue, boy! I could make you retract those words. In full!�
�Sorry mistress...�
�Accepted.�
�Look, I am beginning to fall in love with Melissa. I desire her body next to me at night. I want to marry her!�
�Keep going the way you are, and she'll be swelling up nice and ripe. Deny Master of his privilege to make Melissa pregnant by him and she will suffer greatly. She will be sent to the grain mills to labor naked under the lash. With all the other unfaithful slave girls.�
�How do you know of such a place?� Asked Teka.
�I was pregnant once. I didn't know who the father was. The Master sent me to the mill. I was flogged like a common sewer whore. Strung up naked and lashed daily. They kept me shackled and naked turning a heavy wheel. When my belly grew larger, it made no difference. I still labored plucky at the task. My breasts became heavy along with my belly. They got so big one time that I was singled out. Scheduled for a breast whipping an example to the rest of the girls. Oh, they flogged them real good. Raised hefty red welts and scored my nipples. It hurt like fire! I actually felt them throb! When they let me down I rubbed and soothed them, they commanded me to stop. When I didn't they strung me back up again, and flogged my breasts even harder. When I stopped wailing for the second time, they cut me down, and arched my back on a strut. Forcing me walk around like nothing had happened. Both of my tits were in agony. My nipples were puffed to nearly twice their normal size, and red as cherries. The next day, they fitted me into a punishment yoke. Forcing me to exposed my breasts even more obscenely to the open air and the sweltering Sun. That evening, still wearing that heavy yoke, as the after dinner entertainment, Master Flavious switched my nipples until I fainted. He had Morgana, another trainer, suck on them until I came to. She was an expert at female breast torture. She milked me in front of all his guests. Still wearing that awful yoke. I was so humiliated...�
Melissa asked softly, �What happened to your baby.�
Elba replied distantly, �I gave up my baby...�
�That's too bad, Elba...� Melissa lowered her head. The others were silent.
�Well not to worry. That was last year. You are here and now and will do what is needed of you to complete your training. Now, at my command all of you pose with your best form. Not a flinch. Or I will use my switch on your tender spots!� Elba changed her mood to one of commanding mistress.
Melissa took up her defense stance. Her legs well parted and both feet secure to the ground. Holding her staff at the proper position. Elba checked her out. Teka posed in an offensive posture. Focus with her
balance on the balls of her feet. Elba felt her muscles and checked her balance. Tanya stood with a firm vertical staff. Her legs only slightly spread. With a ready to switch from defense to offense at a split second action.
Elba had her demonstrate rapid defense and offense. Finally, Beckett stood with a diagonal staff position. One foot back and parallel to his shoulders. The other leg bent and slightly forward. His toe pointing forward. This scissors effect of his legs left his cock and balls to dangle somewhat vulnerable. It had been apparent that Elba had been letting Beckett off easy on corrective application of her switch and narrow staff. She took up a position in front of him and with a couple of quick moves, one of which he blocked, was able to
land a all too firm blow to his nude sex.
Beckett coughed and grew intensely weak. He dropped his staff and doubled over. With one hand on his throbbing sex and the other on his stomach, he vomited. Melissa started to help him.
�Touch him slut and I'll flog you myself and you'll ride the bar for two hours!� Elba snapped at Melissa and looked at the two Amazons. The Amazons made no move toward him.
Beckett coughed and wretched a few more times. He was in serious pain.
�He'll be all right in a few moments. I have been too lax with him. It shows. If I were to allow him to go to the arena in two days, the three sisters would have beaten his cock and balls to a pulp. That would have ended your chances of marriage to him, girl...� Elba's last remark was addressed to Melissa.
�He's so weak, mistress. You shouldn't have delivered him such a powerful blow...�
�I said that he'll be fine! If I'd have given him just a fraction of what the sisters could deliver, he'd be
spitting blood up by now.�
Teka spoke, �Males are weaklings. A female could take a blow like that to her sex and still concentrate on her adversary...�
Elba looked Teka in the eye, �Ever been to the arena before?�
Teka and Tanya looked down and shook their heads in a negative fashion.
�Let me tell you. All of you...�
Beckett by now was regaining his strength and composure. Elba helped him up and nodded her concern for him. She focused now on her story, �At first, like you, I'd heard stories about the cruelty of the arena. You
hear rumors and tales. You really don't know what it is like until you are in there. This arena is mild compared to the old arena in Pompano. I was a fresh novice at that arena. It was my first time. Oh, I was a bit younger then and learner. They decided to use several of us blacks as a story of conquest. We were captives from a barbaric land, so the scene went. A few of us were assigned to be warriors. Myself, three other women and three other men fought with inferior weapons. We were disarmed and put into chains. What I did see was what happened to the few who were allowed to fight. Four women and two men fought with equal weapons against the Roman gladiators. What they didn't know was that the gladiators were top fighters. Very elite and well
trained. Two of them were women. One of them was a black woman. Two of the gladiators were also black men. Very strong...�
Tanya spoke, �They allowed you to watch?�
Elba nodded, �Yes, we were in chains as captives, remember?� Tanya nodded. �Melissa, you love Beckett, right?� The two looked at each other and nodded with bowed heads. �There was someone that I once loved. He was not properly trained to fight, but was made to because of his size and build. He was very strong. His name was Tamon and he came from the same tribe as me. One of the female gladiators, a blonde named Tigra used a whip on Tamon. She let it out and wrapped its tip around his balls. Jerking on him he fell forward and gripped the long braid of the whip. He was screaming. Tigra smiled and gave him another jerk. The crowd began to go wild. I cried out his name. I begged them to stop and not kill him but capture him as a part of the spectacle. Tigra climbed into a chariot sliding the handle of the whip into a locking tube. She seized the reigns and brought the horses to a gallop. My Tamon bouncing and dragging behind. His screams diminished with his strength. He looked at me with pleading eyes. I struggled and succeeded to get free, but was snagged by a net. One of the women, Zelena, who I thought was a friend of mine, holding a sword had the chance to cut Tigra's whip. Freeing my Tamon from certain doom. She looked at me and lowered her sword. I saw a gladiator come up behind her and I didn't warn her. He was swinging a length of chain with a long sharp hook on it. It went over her shoulder and with a sudden jerk he pulled the hook up into her sex. In a similar action to Tigra's jerking of her whip, he pulled firmly on the chain. Zelena fell forward. She gripped the chain trying to relieve herself of the strain on her sex. The gladiator, Truxus, stepped into his chariot and secured the chain. Stirring the horses to a gallop he drug Zelena in a similar fashion to what Tigra was doing to my Tamon. By now Tigra had made one circuit of the arena dragging Tamon. Truxus sped up his horses to catch up with Tigra. They were racing...� Elba's eyes begin to water. Her lower lip trembled. �Racing around and around the arena dragging my Tamon and Zelena by their tender sex.� Elba was sniffing and wiping her tears.
The four novices stood in complete silence.
Elba looked with narrow focus at the two Amazons, �As I looked at him laying there, I saw Truxus' chariot slow down. Zelena was still hanging on, somehow. I saw him release the chain and toss the end over a wooden archway. He hoisted Zelena up and up until she hung with her sex fully impaled on that shinny hook. Her legs kicking wildly in the air. She wailed and screamed as she frantically tried to unhook herself. Oh, that high-pitched scream! You know, girls from Lesbos, the scream that is kind of helpless like a deep sorta cramping scream?! Women are stronger than men, kinda scream! Right, girls? Zelena struggled for about another minute or so, then she looked for some kind of help. A way out distant kind of help. Her eyes became big and then that empty stare of death... So, you think women are stronger than men. They can take more? If my friend had helped my lover Tamon, he would be in my arms today. If Zelena had tried to help at all, she might have escaped that horrible hook. Listen well, you two blonde white girl sluts, in the arena you have to help each other. Saving a man, may someday save yourself. Maybe even from the hook!�
The novices looked at each other. Words escaped them. Melissa spoke quietly, �Elba, you have told us many things. That is one story that will stick in my mind forever. Your lover... How sad... Even your friend...
But why didn't you warn her..?�
�I don't really know. I ask myself at night sometimes. Maybe I was jealous. Maybe I was angry because she didn't help my lover. Maybe it was all meant to be. You know, I suffered that day, not just the loss of my lover and friend. I suffered at the hands of the Pompeiians. I wasn't given just a simple flogging as the rest of my companions received. They made an example of me. I was suspended and drawn into as wide an X as human anatomy could allow. I was whipped and whipped until I thought I didn't have any skin left to whip.
First two, white slave girls, flogged me. Then I was black snake whipped by a nude Nubian girl. She really knew how to use a black snake whip on my breasts! Then as a final tribute to their skill, another nude Nubian woman used a flail on my sex. All this while I was suspended spread eagle in the hot Sun. As before, the crowd really cheered. More so while my breasts and sex were being whipped. When they crucified me, the only thing that saved me from the spikes was the female gladiator, Tigra. She admired my efforts to free Tamon and told the guard to not drive in the spikes. I actually felt the sharp steel spikes against my ankles and wrists. His mallet was on high when she stopped him. It was then that I learned my destiny was with fighting in the arena. Well, here I am.�
Melissa shook her head in amazement. She thought while she looked at Elba then she commented, �Are you sure this arena is not as dangerous as the one in Pompeii?�
�I'm pretty sure. Flavious is a very sexual man. He puts on shows of a sexual nature. The most gore that I ever saw him put on here was a girl that he had impaled. She did deserve it. She betrayed her lover and caused another girl to kill herself. A very innocent girl at that. Needless to say, many cheered when she struggled on the staff.�
�You mentioned a sisterhood? Three sisters I remember...� Teka quarried.
�I am one of the sisters. Look there, you see that other black girl... The one by the tall white gladiator,
Brutis. That is Tee-O. She is a strong full-bodied gladiator. Over there by Carlos is Roxanna. She completes
the three sisterhood. Half black by birth, she looks more white. Her hair is straight and she has blue eyes. Haunting blue eyes that are like yours, Melissa.�
�Will we ever fight any of you?� Tanya asked.
�Maybe... Someday...�
Beckett talking in shaky words, �Look, Elba, you made it clear that I am not ready to fight in the arena yet. I need more of your training...�
�You'll get more. You will all get more training...� Elba smiled as a young slave girl ran up to Elba and handed her a note. Elba opened it up and read it silently. She rolled up the message and nodded to the girl she understood.
The girl smiled at the novices and ran back toward Carlos, who was now speaking to Flavious. The two men look toward Elba and raised their right hands. Elba raised her right hand and replied back with a big smile.
�What was that all about?� Teka raised her head toward the figures of Flavious and Carlos.
�It seems that all of the novices will be in the arena this next show. Remember I said the Romans like to stage scenes. Well, it looks like you will be in one of those scenes.�
�Oh, no.�
�Oh yes. It won't be like the one I just described to you. So don't worry over it. Sorry to scare you. It will involve scene in a slave camp. As I see it, you'll be part of a rebellion. The experienced gladiators will be solders arriving to quell the rebellion and capture the rebels. When you're captured you'll be punished in various ways for your crimes. There will be lots of whippings, some rides on the bar. That ought to please Velanna! Maybe a few of you will hang on the crosses. No spikes of course, only ropes. Plenty of mock rapes and lots of sex, Melissa!� Melissa blushed. �You will all end up with sore nipples, twats, cocks, and asses. I understand most of the attention will be on Velanna and Teesha. They are going to be the conspirators of the rebellion. It seems that Flavious is angry with Teesha. Needless to say, Carlos is ready to subject Velanna to just about anything. The audience will made up mostly of vestal virgins. They are hungry for lots of raw wild sex. Most of you will end up with nothing more than lash marks and a sunburn.�
�Where will you be during this scene?� Beckett wondered.
�I'll be with the sisterhood. We will play the part of female Centurions. I understand we will wear shiny helmets with red feathers. A chain harness that will fit in all the right places. If it is like the other one, it'll fit well up into my sex, hump. Silver shinny boots with red laces. Mirror like shields that will reflect the Sun. Long polished swords with red handles. And I should say, nothing else. Looks like we'll all be quite nude so to speak!�
�How about the solders? What will they wear?� Melissa was full of questions and wanted to get hers in now...
�Let me see... Oh, yes, here. They will wear only helmets and boots.�
�What kind of weapons..?� Teka became serious.
�It says here, staffs. Just plain old staffs.�
�Staffs?� Beckett says holding his balls.
�Staffs...� Elba sheepishly smiles, �Just plain ol' staffs!�
Melissa kind of giggles, �Staffs.� As she mocks a fucking motion.
Tanya holds up her staff, �Staffs!� Like she's ready to fight already.
Teka, smiles and jabs at Beckett, �Staffs!�
Beckett darts back, �Staffs...� He pokes his back at her.
Melissa in a good humor points to Beckett's penis, which has noticeably grown a bit stiff and larger, �Staffs?�
Elba, laughs and points at Beckett's cock, �Yea! STAFFS!�
Teka, wrinkles up her nose at the reference to Beckett's maleness, in a yuckish tone of voice, �Staffs...� She turns her thumb down, but cracks a sly smile.
Tanya, sticks her tongue out, nodding, �Staffs...� Covers her mouth and giggles.
Melissa licks her lips and jumps causing her breasts to bounce and bobble about, she sings, �Staffs, staffs, oh and more staffs, oh I love staffs, la, la, la...�
Elba joins in the fun and sings about staffs and hums a joyous tune in harmony with Melissa. They all take hands and do a ring dance. The hot Roman Sun shines down on the arena floor. Teesha and Velanna labor heavily at the wheel. In the distance, a whip snaps on bare female skin. A muted female gasp is heard.
The Show, Day 1
The scene that Flavious decided to unfold before the eyes of his heavily paying audience. Began in the late morning. By this hour, the Sun was hot in a cloudless sky. To get some local color on their lovely skins, many of the vestal virgins wore only skimpy clothing. That could be easily removed and put on. Some even show up completely nude with their own servants scooting nakedly behind them. Holding umbrellas and canap�s. The servants sometimes tripped over each other trying to accommodate their mistresses.
Vestal Julia and her three lesbian stepsisters, Mica, Marci, and Monica, bare, butt naked, take their seats. Ironically, setting next to a very nude vestal Ilonda. Ilonda makes no secrets about her preference for men. Two very large and well-endowed males fondle Ilonda's nipples. A very large and even more endowed black male fingers her smooth bare sex. Ilonda has one slave's cock in her mouth as she waves her silk cloth at Julia. Julia frowns at her. She remembered the breast whipping she'd gotten from her one time back in Rome.
Over a silly argument. Julia was younger than Ilonda
This program as Flavious has presented it to his audience consists of a mock slave camp. Supposedly, where the empire sends captives and criminals. A picture of depravity exists. In the scene are numerous Tao-crosses. Several whipping posts. The gristmill is in its usual place. A punishment bar. At least four black triangular wedges. Six racks. Nine wooden cages. Three drubbing tables. Eight hoists. Five presses. Several
dozen breast clamps. At least twelve areas where there are stored whips, ropes, chains, cuffs, clips, hooks, and other support equipment.
As the guest are seating, the scene that unfolds before their eyes almost defies description. Two women and one man are fully nude and bound to crosses. One a male, a shinny black man is strung up to a whipping post. A black girl is tied opposite to him. His cock is erect and fitted into a hole in the post. The girl has her
legs spread and it looks like she has a part of his cock in her sex. Both have been lashed from the marks on
their backs.
A blonde girl, young, is setting on one of the wedges. Her sex is obviously split and hurting. She has been whipped across her breasts. Her wrists are tied over her head. A brown skinned girl with long black hair is tied facing away from a whipping post. Her arms are above her and slightly behind her. The cleft of her hairless sex is cruelly exposed as her legs are spread and tied to pegs set in the ground. She is facing the Sun. A black girl, nude also, is flogging her breasts and sex.
Behind the main activity, is the stone mill. Its four spoke-wheel are holding two blonde women, a beautiful brunette girl, and a quite handsome white male. They are laboring to keep the wheel slowly rotating and at a steady pace. Like the other slaves in the scene, they're marvelously naked.
Controlling the scene are numerous other members of Flavious' staff acting as overseers, guards, mistresses, and lawgivers. The focus of the work seems to be on filling bags with dirt. Lifting them onto the bare backs of slaves. Taking them a small distance to be emptied. Then refilled again at the other end. Only to be returned to their original place. A pointless task. Not to be evaluated for what the slaves do actually. More for what will happen to them in the course of the scene.
Near each main section of the arena is a storyteller. Whose job it is to tell of the action below to the audience. Using descriptive words, the story is told with real action to serve as a visual stimulation to the story.
This production can be compared to a grand erotic theater. The difference being that there is time to take a more active roll. As some of the guests at times do. Teka, Tanya, Melissa, and Beckett fully naked and chained
sweated at the heavy mill stone. All around them, whips snapped and men or women cried out in pain.
Melissa noticed that one of the other novices, Olivia was being strung up for a lashing after being declared lazy by the overseer. Her wrists are corded. A nude black male pulls on the rope so that her wrists are drawn above her head. She is nude. Rivulets of sweat are running down her back, front, and sides. A white woman by birth, with light brown hair, from the northern empire. Her breasts are big and full with dark erect nipples peeking up at the Sun. Her butt is small but very round and well muscled. Her skin has turned a reddish brown from her work in the hot Roman Sun. The overseer motions for another slave girl to stop her work and come over to him.
A dusky brunette steps toward him and listens to his words. Walking behind her, he rubs his cock in the crack of her ass. His fingers toy with her Sun kissed nipples. She nods as he whispers to her. Taking up the lash. The girl positions herself behind and to Olivia's left. Looking at the whip she fingers it and shows it off to the crowd. They cheer and voice their approval.
A faint chant begins, �Whip her! Whip her! Whip her!�
It's a slender single braided whip. About six feet long. It can leave a nasty stinging welt on sunburned skin. Coiled in the girl's hand it formed three loops. She flicks it out behind her. Loosening it a bit. With a side arm stroke she snakes it around Olivia's naked back. Snapping it in a wrap across Olivia's sunburned nipples. Olivia tosses her head back and lets out a feminine whimper. This other slave girl is an expert at snake whipping a woman.
As the overseer continues to fondle the whip girl's nipples and sex, her name is Charma, she adjusts her stance. Charma slices the whip again this time over Olivia's back. Causing it to curl around and snap on the tip of Olivia's right nipple. The audience could almost see Olivia's nipple pressed inward and then as if having a life of its own, pop back outward pushing the tip of the whip away. Turning an angry red in the process.
This whipping was both cruel and seductive. Olivia danced and writhed as she glistened in the hot Sun. Charma snaked whipped Olivia some thirty lashes in all. By the time Charma had finished applying all the strokes of the lash, under the intense Sun, she was sweating almost as much as the girl she had just whipped.
The overseer began to fondle Charma with distinct purpose in mind to fuck her. He brought his finger
down to Charma's bare sex and parted her lips. His finger worked the girl's hard clit causing her to wiggle her
butt against his erect cock. Her breasts rose and fell in heavy breaths. The tips of her nipples displayed the effects of a sunburn. His hands raked over them cruelly. As he dug in his fingers, the skin over her ripe breasts
turned white then immediately back to a deep reddish brown. As things began to heat up for them, the overseer
parted the cheeks of her ass. Wetting her bung with oil and sweat from her skin, he slid his rock hard cock
deep into Charma's girlish bowels. He ass fucked her in front of several hundred spectators. Ass fucking was
permitted between slaves as long as it was part of a scene. Usually this activity, in private, would have earned
them both a day on the cross.
As he fucked her deeply. She verbally announced the force of his thrusts with heavy exhaling. It didn't take long for them both to cum. As he flooded her with his hot cum, she exhaled her vocalized whimpers
of pleasure. The girl took a full load of his cum deep inside her guts.
As she regained her composure, she coiled the whip and handed it proudly back to the overseer. He kissed her passionately. Olivia was being let down and ordered back to work. Displaying ridged welts up and down her nudity.
As the audience began to settle into the spectacle before them, Velanna and Teesha appeared on the
stage. They began to incite some of the slaves to revolt. The setting was suppose to be during a break in the work. Velanna led a few slaves, both male and female to a spot where she'd hid some weapons.
In the focus of the scene, Velanna stood up and lifting a staff high into the air. She showed off her proud nudity. Her lovely blonde hair flowing in the soft breeze. As she stretched her curves upward holding the staff, faint streaks showed across her breasts and belly. Proudly, she displayed her whip strokes.
In the gallery, Mica whispered to Monica about Velanna, �She's so deliciously naked. Her bare pussy looks very wet and sweet. And, oh, did you notice that simply chompy ass fucking that Spania girl got? Her ass was still leaking when she walked off ten minutes later. That made my pussy wet, for sure. Oh, by the gods, I'd just love to be deep fucked in my ass.� Mica wrinkled up her nose slightly as she fingered herself openly, �I've
understood that Flavious clit clips those girls as a form of discipline...�
Monica whispers back, �Look close, she's been whipped across her breasts. Wouldn't you just love to whip her. Oh, she is so brown and lush from her exposure to the hot Sun.�
�They probably spread eagle her when the lash her. A naked little blonde slut.�
�Naked in the Sun! I wonder do blondes just burn up in the Sun, Mica?�
�Yes, naked. Very naked. Oh, I suppose so. But then, I really don't know. I saw a blonde hanging
on a cross one time. She'd been awfully whipped. But, she just seem to darken in the Sun...�
�I saw them bull whip a blonde girl one time. It was down by the harbor. She was a galley slut. They caught her stealing a chicken. A fishwife did the whipping. She even took off her tunic to get a better swing of the bullwhip. Yes! They used a long heavy bullwhip. Delivered her a awful whipping.� Mica licked her lips and showed a obvious sense of arousal. �A real black snake whipping.�
Monica spoke in a low rasping whisper. �Could you take a snake whipping, Monica?�
�I don't know. I suppose so.�
�I mean a real snaking. Naked in the Sun.�
�With the right motivation? Yes. Could you Mica? I mean bare cunt naked? Spread eagle under our hot Roman Sun?� Monica asked with a note of drunkenness.
�Maybe.�
�Maybe? Ha! You forget, I know you! You'd melt like pudding after the first lash.�
�Well, maybe if Carlos whipped me...�
�Oh, Carlos? Sure you'd get his hard cock when he'd finish with you. No, I mean a real good snaking. Like that galley slut received. Delivered by another woman. Someone like that sultry bitch we just saw. What was her name..?�
�Charma.�
�Yes. Charma. She was the one who whipped that slave girl, Olivia. We saw that part as we were taking our seats. I remember her perky nipples as the overseer fondled them.�
Mica leaned closer to Monica, licking her nipple with the tip of her tongue, �You'd like to see me whipped by Charma wouldn't you?�
�...maybe...� Monica rocked her head before and after she said that word.
�You're not drunk enough for what I have in mind. Here have some more wine...�
The two lesbian sluts of Vestal Julia drank more wine and looked at each other. Mica downed her cup first. Monica finished her cup and held it up for a refill. Mica held hers up for a refill.
As the play had progressed, Velanna led her small group of followers to the main part of the camp. Teesha, looking somewhat plump, dirty and sweaty took up a staff.
With a deft, quick blow from her quarterstaff, Teesha knocked out one of the overseers. It was only a matter of time before the camp was over run with rebellious slaves. One of the slaves, a loyal male trying to gain his freedom by being an informant left the camp. He ran a long distance to find Marcus Flavious and tell him of the revolt. Flavious sent one of his most elite fighting forces.
In the wee hours, the forces landed a sneak attack on the rebellious slaves. Rounding up all of them. Taking special care to secure the conspirators, Velanna and Teesha. Three special Centurions were sent by Flavious to administer any and all punishments to those unruly slaves. The battle didn't last long. The slaves were armed only with staffs and offered very little resistance to the forces of Marcus Flavious.
It was now the next day, according to the story. Flavious' men were raping several women. Three of the anxious rebels were now being prepared for the cross. The three centurions had gathered Velanna and Teesha and were now ready to administer punishment.
By now Mica was noticeably drunk. Her words were somewhat slurred and she hiccuped-cupped saying her name, �Mon_ca?�
Monica's eyes had a sleepy look to them, she was quite drunk, �Yessssss.�
�Still wanna see mee wheeped?� Mica quipped.
�Not wheeped, you drunken slut. Whipped. Say it right. You sound so stupid and silly when your drunk.�
Mica was quite drunk, her words were very slurred, �I'mmmm noot drunnnk. You are though...�
She sucked in a hiccup. �Buttsss... I like butts... His butt...� She pointed to Carlos. �I can takea wheepin, in
fact right now... Carlos don't spare the whip on me. Use it on me. Whip me good and hard. Then use me
like the man you are. Fuck me hard and deep. Make me pregnant. Look at me, I'm nekked. All the way for
you. Whip my tits. Suck me and fuck me. Whip me. I won't get dressed ever. I'll stay nekked for you as long
as you like. Bare assed, butt fuck, nekked!� She takes a long swig of wine, �Butt fuck me, Carlos. I'm ready and I'm randy for you...� Mica took another long swig of wine and hiccuped.
Monica looked about, �Sit-down you drunken slut before someone really takes a whip to you..!
Marci joined into the conversation, she too, was noticeably drunk, �Hey perky nipples. Come here and suck on mine...� She was addressing Mica. Putting her hands under her breasts and offering them to Mica.
Julia stirred and looked at Marci holding her breasts toward Mica. She focused on her three mouthy half sisters. �Thanks to the three of you for waking me up. I wanted to see more of Flavious' show. What's this about being wheeped?�
Monica spoke with a clear voice, �Mistress, Mica challenged me to a contest. Here are the guide lines and I request of you to rule on them for us.�
�Okay..? What are the guide lines?�
�Mica wants to see me whipped. Black snake whipped to be sure. I wish to see her whipped also. She wants Carlos to whip her and then she can get his cock when he finishes with her. I desire to see her naked under the lash of another woman. Charma would do nicely. Set the rules for us Mistress...�
�Very well. When you can't decide for amongst the three of you here is what will happen... Carlos. Carlos! Over here, it's Julia!�
Carlos saunters up the steps to vestal Julia's area. Smiling, he bows to her will. He is nearly naked in the skimpy loin cloth he is wearing, �Yes, Mistress Julia. How may I serve you?�
�Carlos. This is Monica and Mica. They need to be taught a lesion...�
�Understood, Mistress. I might add that getting a change in the script is costly, if you understand my
predicament...�
�Carlos. I haven't disappointed you yet have I? Really, dear. Oh, you wouldn't mind a peek under your loin cloth now. Just for old times sake?�
He untied the sides of his loincloth. It fell slowly open. Mica's eyes looked on with lust. His cock was nearly full and semi erect. It was smooth and bronze like the rest of him.
Julia's eyes fixed on his male organ. She licked her lips, �I just bet you've poked a few of those young slits down there basking in the Sun? Eh, Carlos my darling? Go on now, you can tell me...�
�A few, mistress. Even the blonde slut you see there and now being readied for a flogging...�
�Velanna...�
�The very one.�
�How many times have you fucked her, Carlos?�
�In the past week, more than fifty times I'd imagine.�
�Keep that up and there'll be lots of little Carlos' and Velanna's running about.� They both laughed together.
�This Velanna is into pain I can assure you...�
�We'll discuss that later, but for now fetch me that girl I saw whipping the lazy slave girl earlier...�
You mean Charma?�
�Yeah, Charma. The one with the red, ripe nipples. Oh, could you arrange to have her breast whipped for me? You'll find an extra bag of gold coins...�
�It could be arranged mistress. Would you care to have her brought to you here for her breast whipping?�
�Carlos you are most accommodating...�
They smile at each other. Mica and Monica are on their knees. They have their hands behind their heads and their breasts thrust forward. Their nipples are red and swollen from their fondling, Charma is slightly struggling as she is being brought up to vestal Julia's position. A special wooden post has been set up for her whipping. Having been tied to it in such a manner to expose her breasts fully for the lash. In her bondage, the hot Sun scorched down on her gloriously bare nipples.
Arriving after her summons by vestal Julia, she seemed quite aroused. Vestal Julia spoke in a clear voice to Olivia, �You have your chance to take revenge on this slut who snake whipped you earlier. I here by order you to give this slave, Charma a breast whipping. You will continue to whip her breasts until I tell you to stop. She has been bound here facing the hot Sun for more than a hour now. Notice that her breasts are red and ripe for your thong. You will use this three-thong lash. Aim for her nipples. If you stop, you will take her place and your breasts will be whipped. Do you understand my orders?�
Olivia nodded. She pressed her finger into Charma's right nipple. It turned white before it got a darker red. Charma's breasts were quite sunburned. �You may begin, child...�
Standing to one side. Slightly to Charma's right, gave Olivia plenty of room to apply side arm strokes across Charma's naked breasts. She moaned and whispered a muted, �No.� This whip was by no means as cruel as the one Charma had used on Olivia earlier. Its three thongs made of supple rawhide left only a slight red path as they splayed across her tender sunburned breasts. Stinging nipples and the surrounding skin. Olivia knew the persistence of the whipping would tire her. Leaving Charma to suffer a long punishment under the brutal Sun. Olivia felt the hot Sun on her back and shoulders as well as the upper slopes of her breasts and buttocks. She was nude in the Sun while she punished Charma.
Each stroke made a whisking sound and a wet slap as it scored Charma's breasts. Charma vocalized a muted but throaty gasp or moan with each stroke. Sometimes she would only whimper at the lashes. Well whipped breasts turned a bright red in the Sun as the lashes scored direct hits on Charma's bare breasts. Her
nipples standing erect and scarlet under the relentless strokes of the lash.
Olivia's arm was beginning to tire and she stopped to let it rest for only a moment. Julia reacted with a angry tone. �I told you not to stop.�
�Mistress, my arm is stiff and I need to stretch it.�
�Give the whip to Marci. Put your hands behind your head with your breasts thrusting outward. That's it. Now Marci, lash Olivia's breasts until her arm feels better. Monica and Mica, be thankful to the Gods that your breasts are not suffering the way these girl's breasts are suffering. Prey that I don't decide to have your nipples switched or some other such painful application...�
This lash was a bittersweet thong. It stung like fire, but it was not heavy or bruising. Olivia's breasts began to turn red quickly enough. Her arm recovered quickly. Back in her position, she resumed her strokes across Charma's breasts. Her own, now well whipped breasts swaying as she applied the whip again across Charma's flaming red tits.
Olivia's arm began to get tired again. She stopped and in her rest, suffered another lashing of her own breasts. Then as if to renew her faith, she was handed back the thong and resumed again on Charma's twin cones. Once, Charma thought it would be acceptable to faint. A couple of buckets of cold water revived her. It felt good going on as it cooled and soothed her Sun and whip scorched breasts. It did however have a draw back. The lashes now would cling to her breasts. Causing them to pull and jerk lazily as Olivia pulled the whip away for another stroke. Along with her breasts, her nipples would pay a dear price for being doused with water. It made them stand up more. Therefore they received more of the whip. The whip itself as it dried in the Sun, became more stiff and it would sting more until it soaked up more of Charma's body oils from her scalded breasts. Before the whip had fully dried, Olivia's arm gave out once more on her. Helping her tired arm up to behind her head, Marci felt sorry for Olivia and Charma. Following the orders of her mistress, Marci began whipping Olivia's sore looking breasts.
Moisture still in the whip made it cling to Olivia's breasts and nipples. She now felt that painful jerking action as the whip's strands pulled on her breasts and nipples. They swayed obscenely as the lash fell and pulled away. With a still tired arm, Olivia again resumed her whipping of Charma's breasts. Now the strokes produced a guttural squeal of pain from Charma's throat. Not noticing until now, portions of the audience had gathered to watch this painful ordeal being suffered for Julia's benefit. It made Olivia feel more naked that before. It must have been quite a sight to see. A fully nude woman breast whipping another fully nude woman. While she herself displayed well whipped breasts, swaying in the hot Roman Sun.
Charma's cries became a deep gasping wail. Her breasts swayed and bounced under the lash. Blisters were beginning to form on the tips of her nipples as well as the sides of her swaying sunburned breasts. It was obscene. Julia held up her hand to stop the whipping. Olivia gasped a sigh of relief. Looking at Charma's breasts, Julia noticed the very small blisters that had formed. Some from the Sun others from that nasty persistent whipping. Charma looked exhausted. Julia gripped Charma's nipples tenderly. She gently shook her breasts. Charma nearly came unglued in a painful gasp.
Smiling, Julia looked at the other women, �Those'll be pretty sore for a while. Let me see yours, Olivia?� With the same tenderness, she gripped Olivia's nipples and shook her breasts. They felt hot and well whipped. Looking at her three lesbian step sisters come slave girls, Julia shook her finger in warning, �You see girls, I changed my mind about your playful idea of having each other whipped. Instead I decided to punish those two instead of you. Look at those very punished breasts. The next time you ask me to decided for you I will have the both of you breast whipped. Like them, naked in the Sun. Now service me and be quick about it! Before I change my mind again and decided to have your breasts flogged here and now!�
All three girls scrambled to accommodate their mistress. Learning full well and by vivid illustration the folly in asking a mistress to decided a selfish squabble. Charma and Olivia were sent to the kennels for the rest of the day. Their breasts were in no shape to stand any more of the whip or the Sun. As they lay on their cots. Both of the girls thought about how cruel fate can be. To think of this woman the patricians of Rome called a vestal. Allowing her the power to inflict such a punishment on two women that she had never laid eyes on until this day. Ordering one of them strung up like a side of meat in the hot Sun. To be whipped on her breasts. Whipped in such a fashion as to force her to beg with a hoarse voice to stop. Whipped for so long that her breasts swelled up red and blistered from the harsh leather and exposure to the Sun.
Pain and humiliation ran vividly in Charma's mind. She was laying on her back. Her crimson breasts angry with their swollen, vividly red nipples slowly rising and falling as she drew her breath. They were so tender that she couldn't touch them. Olivia, laying also on her back, with her twin breasts red and streaked began to sob. They hurt her more than she realized. The bullet like tips of her nipples were now in flames from the scorch of the lash. Her sobs were as much from the humiliation of being forced to expose her breasts for the whip as the whipping itself.
Both of them drifted off to sleep. In spite of the pain. Flavious' sexual spectacular had three more days of revelry. Julia's three lesbian sluts would suffer some pain or another before the show was declared over. After all they'd earned it. Mica began sucking on Julia's marvelous round breasts. Monica used her tongue on Julia's clitoris. These two girls displayed uncontrolled arousal. Their eyes looking at the scene being acted out before them. Velanna by now was being flogged with loud resounding slaps from Carlos' multi thong whip. For the enhancement of the show, he flogged Velanna in the nude. His cock swayed to and fro as he side armed delivered his lashes. For the most part, only on the Imperial galleys, when a slave was to be flogged, the flogger as well as the slave would be nude.
Galley slaves consisted of both male and female slaves. Sometimes the drummers were either male or female. It really didn't make much difference. It was learned that a woman could pull the ores just as hard as a man. Carlos beat Velanna with as much vigor as he did that night he black snake whipped her. The strokes landing on her sun-bronzed breasts made them sway obscenely. Like Charma's breasts, Velanna' turned scarlet in the afternoon Sun. Standing with her arms outstretched between two posts. The whip streaked side curves of her breasts undulating to expose a turgid nipple. Just waiting to be sucked and soothed from their ordeal under the lash. The fingers of the whip flicked her nipples turning them an angry red in the glare of the Sun. To Velanna the tips of the lash against her nipples made them sting as if they were being pinched or bitten.
Teesha hated the wedge. She looked too young and fragile to be so harshly punished on such a cruel device. Brutis took a position on her right side. Setting with her wrists together and drawn upwards. Her nipples made erotic targets. A metal bit had been fixed firmly in her mouth. He tested a switch for suppleness. It hissed in the air. The sound made Teesha shiver a bit. Sunburned breasts quivered slightly. She looked at him and crisped her forehead in a deaf plea to not whip her. Brutis whipped the supple switch to land squarely across both of Teesha's sun-toasted nipples. A wet slapping sound could be heard. The rod indented the tips of her round bullet tipped breasts. Those puffy nipples of hers heaved up to expel the switch. The odd thing was for a few seconds after the rod fell away. Her breasts and nipples didn't change a bit. Then her nipples slowly stiffened to a pucker as they turned bright red. The usual red welt appeared, some quarter inch in diameter and the same length as the where the switch sliced. Teesha let out a whinny and nearly lifted herself off the wedge. When her weight settled back down her breasts bounced and jiggled a protest. A wail from deep in her throat followed that unusual sounding whinny. Another lick with the switch landed across where Teesha swore was the same spot as the previous one. It made her hammer her sex up and down on the wedge. More shivering of
breasts and protesting wails from a girl in pain. Brutis was an expert at switching a girl's nipples. Six more sliced across Teesha's raw nipples. Lacing the tips of her twin cones with fire. Spittle ran down the sides of her lovely mouth as the bit squeezed firmly against the corners her mouth. It distorted her full lips making Brutis' cock yearn to be sucked by her.
Melissa had been released from the lever. Two soldier drug her toward a dirt mound. Forcing her down onto her hands and knees. They kicked her legs apart. One of the men knelt down and sank is hard cock deep into her pussy. Another man knelt in front of her making her suck his cock. Her breasts swayed as the man who was fucking her slammed his cock firmly into her bare wet sex. Melissa was as randy as she could be. She loved sex, of all kinds.
Carlos went over to Brutis and stopped his switching of Teesha's nipples. It wouldn't have taken many more to have split her nipples. Carlos told Brutis, �I know you want to keep switching those nipples of hers. Don't split them. Remember the Master wants her punished over the entire three days.
Two more scalding swipes of the switch made Teesha bounce like a puppet on the sharp edge of the wedge. Some Roman slave girls referred to this form of punishment as 'the dance of fire'.
Another novice, a white girl with blonde brown hair, exceptionally green eyes and firm breasts took Melissa's place on the wheel. They shackled her with her back arched against the lever. Just to make her breasts stick out a bit further. It made them easier targets for the whip. As the guests slowly began to exit. Torches were lit about the arena. Flavious stopped to chat a bit with vestal Julia. Over a matter of two of his novices being severely breast whipped.
Julia heard the second set of bars slam closed. Her bare feet shuffled in the fresh straw strewn about the floor. Monica, Mica, and Marci were standing with up drawn arms. Their bodies glistened with sweat in the torchlight. Flavious gestured to them, �I think it only fitting dear Julia that you watch. I also wish to thank you for your allowing me to use these three tomorrow in the arena. They'll take the place of the two severely whipped novices. By the way here is why they confessed to what happened to them?�
Sweating and whimpering, Charma was standing with her wrists over her head and her legs spread. Olivia was similarly tied and she, too, was crying. Their red and now deeply streaked breast bobbled up and down with their sobbing gasps for air. It was hot and stifling down in the dungeons. Holding a long black snake whip, stood a very naked Nubian woman. She was completely void of all body and head hair. Glistening, her body shined and reflected every curve in the flickering torchlight. As she turned to greet Flavious, her nipples stood erect on well-upturned breasts. Her body rippled with firm supple muscles. She was by no means fat.
Julia was naked and didn't seem to mind it. Her body was well developed, but she was a slightly plump. She showed a slight sunburn. The Nubian, Flavious addressed as Mona, stepped toward Flavious and Julia. Coiling her whip as she walked. Her breast bounced slightly as she stepped along barefooted. She raised her right arm and slightly turned to hang up the whip. Julia saw the faint lines of a whipping here and there on her nudity.
Mona smiled at Julia and licked her lips. Mona liked women. As she let the chain slacken that held the two novices, they slowly came together. Due in part to their awkward bondage. Ending up breast to breast flattened squarely together. Flavious addressed Mona, �Do you think they will be accusing of vestal Julia any more.�
�I doubt it, Master. I made their sore tits a bit sorer.� She glanced at the two weeping girls with very red tits pressed squarely together.
�You snaked them, I see...�
�Yes, but I didn't cut them any. Oh, the one with the not so red tits... Olivia, I got her a couple of times between her legs. Well up into her pussy I'd figure.�
�Good. It'll do her wonders. It's been a while since you'd been given a good whipping hasn't it?�
�Almost two months now, Master.�
�Vestal Julia?�
�Yes, dear Flavious.�
�Feel like swinging a bull whip tonight?�
�Maybe. On who?�
�This one right here. Mona can take a sound thrashing. I made a spectacle of her once in the arena. Full blown scourging and crucifixion. Notice the palms of her hands and the ends of her feet. I had the sharp nails used in places that I knew would heel. Had her hanging in place with ropes and a buffalo horn...�
Mona snuggled closer to Flavious, looking Julia straight in the eyes, �He hung me up between two blonde girls. Naked in the Sun. He knows how I hate blondes. When I was let down, Carlos took me to Flavious' bedchamber. Along with the two blondes, he fuck us solid for a week. Right darling Master?�
�That one blonde, what was her name..?�
�One was Lanna and the other was Natalie. North land girls.�
�It might have been Lanna...�
�She was riding you a lot, Master.�
�Anyway, Lanna ended up giving birth to another of her sex. Healthy and ripe little slitter...�
�Yes, that's right, Master. You fucked her all the way, belly swollen pregnant. It was a sight to see. I'd have sworn that every time he fucked her she got bigger!� Mona's eyes got big and she smiled a full teeth smile, �Master got me belly swollen pregnant two times!� She held up two fingers.
Julia in a somewhat ho hum tone of voice, �Really, belly swollen pregnant? Twice?� She looks at Flavious with a sly smile, �You don't say?�
He struck a proud pose. Fully nude. Julia was impressed with his semi erect member gently swaying two and fro. Mona knelt down and sucked on his cock until he moaned slightly. Taking hold of her smooth head, he forced himself down her throat with a firm thrust. She choked and coughed. It was the excuse he was looking for to have her punished, �Whore! You can't even suck your Master's cock without choking! You shall be whipped!� With those words, Flavious grabbed on of Mona's wrists. He led her to the center of the dungeon. Hoisting her wrist up he shackled it to a dangling cuff. Then he did likewise to her other wrist. Soon, she stood erect and on her toes.
�Julia, take up this whip and give her a good snaking. Wrap it around her hard. Draw some red welts on her.�
�Wait, Flavious. Spread her legs and fasten them to those ringbolts. As long as I'm swinging this whip. I want to make sure her female parts get a good feel of it...� As Julia took up her stance to bull whip Mona, Flavious noticed a whip that he had forgot he owned. It was a long, slender Manta-tail. Real long, about seven feet and supple as hell. It looked smaller, but was heavier that the bull whip.
�Wait! Look here...� Flavious held up the Manta-tail for Julia to see. Stopping just short of delivering her first lash. Julia looked wide-eyed at the hellish whip. �I've never seen one of those! Where did you get it?�
�It was a gift from an Egyptian friend. He said it came from a distant Sea.� Flavious smiled as he looked at it.
�Let me hold it.� As Julia tested its heft, Mona began to fidget uneasy. She wondered what caused
all their excitement. Straining over her shoulder, she looked to see. Fear filled her face. She'd heard legends of
that kind of whip. Made from the tail of a devilfish. In a soft voice, she made a feminine whimper.
�This'll raise blood welts on her.� Julia whispered to Flavious.
�Yes, but she's black and they won't show as much as on a white woman... Want to see?� For a moment he frightened Julia acting like he'd use it on her.
�All right, she's your slave girl. This could slice her real bad. I'll use it with a light arm...� Testing its feel, Julia splayed it out behind her. It was a quick to respond whip. It sang with power as it sliced the air. Julia used a familiar side arm stroke. It made slicing impact. The whip scored the bullet like tips of Mona's breasts as it traveled around her nudity. Finishing with a wet sounding SWIT in the center of her back. Mona shook her head as if to say no. But there weren't any words. Funny, Julia noticed that the whip seemed to flow into Mona's every curve. It was fluid in that sense. The most unusual effect of this whip was the time it took to register a welt. Already, Julia was ready to deliver Mona's third stroke, when a high pitched scream broke the
air. In the third slice, it found the level of her bare cunt. Passing over the upper part of her cleft, it didn't look like it did much damage. As a matter of fact, it looked like her cunt was hardly bothered by the stroke. Which had finished up its travel by spending itself over the upper slopes of her smooth ass.
Mona jerked and writhed in her bondage. Sometimes opening and closing her mouth with awful pain.
Within a few seconds, a deep red line had formed in the whip's path. Flavious saw the ruby score across the upper part of Mona's cleft. Holding up his hand for Julia to stop, he examined Mona closer. Julia was coiling up the wicked whip. Stepping closer to the two, Julia began to admire her stroke work. She felt the ridges that formed the welts. They seemed quite pronounced.
Julia stepped back to deliver Mona a few more slices with the Manta tail. She administered eight of them so well that the whip hardly made any noise as it sliced through the air. The stokes found breasts, waists, shoulders, butts, and clefts. Flavious noticed on one particularly delicious lash the whip gripped Mona's breasts. As Julia drew the whip away. It held tight enough to make Mona's breasts shudder and sway as the whip pulled away. Mona lolled her head to one side and gasped a deep-throated wail. Another nasty deliverance embedded itself into Mona's bare cleft. The whip scored her smooth lips and slipped itself between them. It sucked on her clitoris with a kiss of fire. Finishing the last of her strokes once again on Mona's wonderful breasts. She let the whip lazily cling onto Mona's erect nipples. Painting a red stripe in its awful path.
�Flavious I have a surprise for you, tomorrow.�
�Why Julia! I love surprises! I can hardly wait!�
�Oh, what's the difference, I'll give you a hint...�
�I am understandably curious...�
�Remember that luscious little blonde nymph I got on my visit to Crete?�
Wondering, Flavious pondered a bit, �Blonde nymph..? Crete..?�
�You first saw her when you visited me a long time ago. Your father still ran this arena then. I remember you visited me in my villa in Espanna. It was the time you came and stayed with me for two months. I remember it was the time you challenged me to a contest...�
�Contest..?�
�Yes, don't you remember the nudity contest. It was the next morning after the day you arrived. Of course we slept together. That next morning before breakfast, I got up and started to put on my tunic you stopped me. Your plan was that we both stay naked. Whichever one got dressed first for any reason, would submit to the other as a complete slave. I remember that I laughed. But you stood up very serious. A pact. 'Bare naked', no exceptions. Regardless of the visitors. In town. At the beach. At the games!� Julia giggled.
Flavious nods, �Now I remember. Yes. Oh, how I poured down the wine on the first few days. You, too! If I remember right. That messenger of Alurious', his name was Jessup I recall. We'd been out by the pool most of the day. I recall that you'd quite a sunburn on your already sun-bronze skin. When you went in to get the message, he thought you were a slave girl. Two of your own slaves assured him that you were, vestal Julia. He was quite embarrassed. You were quite drunk!�
�I don't remember that!�
�Oh, yes. You stood up to him and you were pretty angry that he thought of you as a slave girl. You pushed your quite attractive breasts against his armor. It was so funny because I remember you pointing to your breasts, back, butt, and belly to remind him if he saw any whip strokes.�
�Oh, you are right. Now I remember. I recall that I pointed to you and asked him if you thought I looked like a slave girl. Funny, I don't recall what you replied...�
Under his breath, �You don't want to know...�
�What was that? What did you say?�
�Nothing.�
�Good.�
�Really, nothing...�
�You're making this worse...�
�I know.� Flavious realized he was in a corner. After a long pause, �I'm going to finish with a few more slashes with this hefty whip on your Mona. I guarantee she'll feel them...�
She did. Wails followed wails. Breasts vibrated and shivered under the whip. Her bare sex slapped wet and sore with the awful tail. Mona twisted and writhed nakedly in torchlight. As Flavious held up his hand for Julia to stop the awful whipping, he offered Julia a room for the evening at his villa. She accepted. Julia was still quite attractive for a woman of her experiences. Her nudity glistened lustful in the glow of the dimly lit cell. As she coiled the whip and handed it to Flavious she smiled and said, �Why I do believe that you wish you could use this on me, you rascal?�
Flavious smiled as he took the whip. He looked back at her and then at Mona, sweating and painted with welts. �You'd probably like to feel Mona's firm ripe breasts against your saucy tits, wouldn't you?� Julia looked at Mona and then at Flavious and she licked her lips.
Julia hung easily by her wrists. Like it did when she used it on Mona, the Manta Tail clung to her nudity as Flavious snaked her with it. What's unusual, Julia absorbed the obvious pain of more than thirty lashes. Blood red welts appeared from her shoulders to her thighs. She sobbed and whimpered during the
last six strokes.
Standing nipple to nipple, Julia flattened her jaunty tits against Mona's firm breasts. Flavious fixed their wrists and ankles together. He wrapped a chain about their waists and thighs that forced the two women to press their clits firmly together. Julia felt the cleft of her sex press against Mona's bare slit. Both girl's clitorises were swollen and firmly erect. Their contact made them each shudder with excitement.
Mona came first. The wetness that poured from her made Julia's clit friction against Mona's clit enough to bring her to a blossom of an orgasm. In their sensitivity from the lashing each of them received, Mona felt the ridges of welts that formed on Julia's naked breasts and sex. Julia felt the firm ridges that formed over Mona's nudity. Whip sore nipples, ridged and erect, rubbed firmly one on the other. Both women's orgasmic passions are satisfied more than once.
Julia and Mona both slept with Flavious that night. Julia's sex got a good fucking from Flavious. Mona drained his balls. That night she drained them at least five times. Julia got to do most of the fucking.
No chance of Julia ending up with a baby. Mona wondered if she would be flogged and sent to the
mill with a baby in her belly. She had some time as it usually took three or four months for her to show.
Earlier she felt ripe under the lash.
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