The Arena

The Arena by
S.M Knight

Day 2
It was late morning the second day of Flavious' exhibition of the female slave revolt of Bistlana. The storyteller was explaining the events that had happened and the ones that were about to unfold. Flavious noticed a quite naked and very attractive female walking up the steps toward Julia's comfort box. As she got closer he noticed the rings in her ears, nipples and the one in her clitoris. They sparkled in the Sun.
The action below began to grow more intense as the slaves were lined up for their afternoon assignments. Velanna was bound, nude and oiled, against a post facing the Sun. Her nipples standing bold and erect. A naked Nubian woman, well oiled, held a paddle. She was about to use it on Velanna's bare breasts. Both of the women shined and nearly sparkled in the Sun.
Julia, wearing an open tunic to hide some of her welts, spoke first, �Flavious? Recognize who's coming up the steps now?�
�I'm not sure...?�
�Take a good look.�
�It couldn't be? Lydia?�
�The very one.�
�She looks so young and healthy. Not a day over twenty three.�
�She's only five years younger than me, darling...�
�I remember when you bought her, she looked your age.�
�She was three months pregnant then. That was her first child. Would you believe that she has given birth to ten? All of them females.�
�Really!�
�You remember those other three girls of mine? The ones you are using because I breast lashed Charma and Olivia. By the way, how are they doing?�
�Fine.�
�Good. Well, Marci and Mica are Lydia's two oldest girls.�
�You're joking?�
�No. I'm not. Oh, here she is now... Dear Lydia, how are you today?�
�Mistress. Master. I believe I am fine.�
She whispers to Flavious, �Poor dear she's so simple minded. I once whipped her for dropping a small statue. While I was applying the lash she wondered why I was whipping her.� Flavious shook his head. He looked at her lovely eyes. So blue and clear. If desire is found in the loving eyes of a woman. Her eyes made love to the world. �Julia, you have a treasure here. Just her presence is enough to move me to desire her. Here and now.�
�Be careful. Lydia is ripe again. I've had sex with her and I can tell by her open desires, she is ripe.�
�I remember that pregnancy becomes her.� Flavious commented, �Her belly swells so beautifully.�
�Come here child. Remove your rings and make love to Flavious.� Lydia removed all of her rings. Even the ones in her ears. Smiling, she displays herself fully naked to Flavious. Her sumptuous body bronze from the Sun. �Master?�
�Yes, Lydia.�
�Would you like to whip me first?� Flavious' cock began to twitch. He closed his eyes and thought of Lydia spread eagle. Oiled and glistening in the Sun. The whistling sound of the whiplash. Followed by Lydia's feminine gasp as the wicked braid splayed itself over her nudity. He could see the very sight of her writhing and pulling at her ropes. Looking back over her shoulder waiting for more of the lash. Her tongue licking her full lips. Her nakedness already streaked here and there. A few welts over the shuddering curves of her breasts heaving as she took in deep breaths.
Imagination gave way to reality as his hard cock slid deeply into Lydia's smooth bare sex. As he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him and rocking gently on his cock. He was very deep into her.
�Flavious, I know that when you let go into her, she'll be swelling up soon. If you do, you might as well keep her here for a while. Use her and abuse her so to speak. Do give her a dose of that Manta's Tail. In fact, you could have some real fun with her and Mona. Imagine them both pregnant. I know, set up a special wheel in your villa garden. Shackle them both to it and make them turn it. Nude with swollen bellies glistening in this hot Sun. Then you can invite me back to watch their progress, so to speak...�
Breathing and in a hard pant, �Deal dear Julia. You're welcome here anytime...� With those words, Flavious felt the cum pour out of his balls and squirt hot into Lydia's fertile womb. Lydia closed her eyes and was happy. The time for feelings are never ready, at least in the Arena business. Lydia kissed Flavious full on the mouth. She then put her hand below her belly button. Looking at both Julia and Flavious she spoke in soft, but simple words. �Master. Mistress. I have once again offered my body for the well being of Rome. Master, should I carry your seed I am most noted for breeding fine, strong, and beautiful females. They will serve you well, at least so I'm told...�
�Sweetheart, you are doing fine. Your body is superb and you are strong of will. You will be staying with me. Your mistress has granted me full dominion over you. I have a fine Negress named Mona. She is also quite pregnant. You both will be able to comfort each other.�
Lydia thought for a moment or two. Looking at Flavious she puckered her lips again and kissed him full on the mouth for more than three minutes. Her nipples became full and hard. She leaned back for a moment. His thumbs began raking on her nipples. Back and forth his thumbs ran over her nipples. She whimpered.
�Go ahead and work her, Flavious. Feel that sex of hers tighten. She's ready.� Flavious felt her vulva begin to open and close, squeezing his cock. He slid deeper into her. Feeling the tip of his cock start to tingle, he realized that this girl wanted all of him inside of her. Her words were in rhythm with her body, �Master, how you will punish me for getting pregnant. How will you punish Mona and me both?�
Flavious was now is a virtual rut. His mind raced to give description of what he would do to Lydia and Mona, �First, you will spend a long day of hard labor naked in the Sun. I might even have you flog each other. When you are both soundly flogged, I will allow you both to sleep with me.�
�Will you switch my nipples, Master? They get very wet when they are switched.�
�Yes, your nipples will be soundly switched.� Lydia began to breath very hard. Flavious felt his cock swell inside her. He looked onto the scene below. Several slave girls were placing large black, solid triangles on the arena floor. These triangles were massive and supported by heavy legs. Two tall wooden uprights were set firmly in the ground with the triangles setting side by side between them. A heavy rope had been stretched over the top of the triangles. In all six of these devices had been placed between the two uprights.
Struggling below were six slave girls, one of them Velanna. The other five consisted of Teesha, Melissa, Eleena and the twin blonde Amazons. They were in chains. Completely naked. Velanna struggled in a wooden yoke as whips flogged her bouncing bare breasts.
The announcer brought the story up to date. The council had arrived from Rome. Consisting of three female Centurions from the Emperor's special elite forces. These Centurions have ordered that all the slave girls are to be punished. Starting with these six, they will be forced to `run' behind the horses of the Centurions. Afterwards, each will receive a severe whipping while bound split on the black wedges. Velanna's yoke was removed. Her wrists were now bound with a long hemp rope. Likewise, Melissa's wrists were bound with a similar length of rope. Then a rope was applied to Eleena, Teesha and the twin blonde Amazons. Two ropes were handed to each of the Centurions. The women struggled and pulled against their ropes. As they took their steps, their breasts would bounce and their asses quivered.
The soil of the arena floor was soft. Almost like running on a sandy beach. The ground was hot, from the Sun and it burned at their bare feet. At first the Centurions just gave their horses a nudge. This made the women lung slightly forward. With awkward steps, they stumbled and pulled against the forward motion of the horses. This would be exhausting. Made to follow, naked behind these horses.
Struggling and pulling on the ropes that held them, each girl stepped up her pace as the horses began to walk faster. Making their first circle about the arena, the six jerked and heaved against the ropes. A Negress holding a long black whip, snaked it out to strike Melissa across her back. Leaving a red welt in its path. Curling around the side curve of her right breast. An exposed nipple felt the sting of the whip's tip. Melissa let out a squeal that turned into a breathy gasp. She almost lost her footing. She caught herself in time to keep from being drug in the dirt. Nearly at a run now, the girls hurried to keep from being pulled off their feet. The horses were now in a firm gate. A hot Roman sun burned down scorching bare shoulders and backs.
The pace was now a slow gallop and the women were running to keep up. Their arms being pulled in front of them. Breasts bouncing and asses jiggling. Eleena slipped and fell, the rope drug her on the hot soft ground. Stopping for a moment to let her get up, had Teesha breathing hard. That Negress with the whip, reminded them not to be clumsily. Eleena's nipples felt the whip more than once until she got back on her feet. Teesha cried out under the effects of the snapping leather.
As the gallop resumed, the two girls broke into a full run again. Heavy breathing and running made the women sweat. Two more rounds about the arena and the three horses slowed to a stop in front of the wedges. Some of the women dropped to their knees. Their bodies besotted from a combination of sweat, oil, and the dust from the arena floor.
Eleena's butt and breasts were sore from where she'd been drug. She plopped down into the soft red soil. Her body took on earthy tones mixed with the oils and sweat of her `run'. Her nipples perked upwards, red and swollen. Velanna was released from the rope and that awful yoke was once again fitted to her shoulders. It seemed heavier than before. Short whips snapped their anger against her breasts as she struggled under the weight of the yoke. The remaining five girls had now been fitted into wooden yokes like the one on Velanna. Once on the platform the women were doused with water to cleanse the soil and dust from their nudity.
Short lashes flicked against wet bodies. Exposed cruelly by the heavy yokes. The girls danced and yelped as the whips stung their sunburned nudity. In their efforts to escape the flicking thongs, Melissa and the twin Amazon's bare clefts felt a sharp sting. Slowly one at a time, the six were lifted and placed astride the black wedges. Struggling, their feet kicked the air. Velanna's clitoris looked red and swollen as her lips were inviting spread to receive the sharp crest. She rested squarely on it.
The audience felt the desire to feel what the wedges had been positioned to accept. Naked female sex splayed ready for pleasure and pain. Naked breasts bobbled and swayed in the Sun. Each girl was positioned so that her cleft was split on the upper crest of the dark triangles. Flavious watched as deft fingers spread wide the bare clefts of the six girls. The girl's lips were parted on each side of the crest. The girls positioning the women on those things felt the heat that was building up on the triangles. The black shapes absorbed the heat from the Sun. Soon these six girls would sizzle in the torrid heat of the blistering afternoon.
Chains were now on their ankles. The yokes had been removed and their wrists were spread and drawn up to the overhead rope. Their weight centered on their bare clefts split on the black triangular crests. Swollen clits chaffing in the Sun. From time to time, the slave girls assigned to punish these six women would slap and kneed their bare breasts. One dark-skinned, dusky brunette twisted and pulled Velanna's nipples until she wailed a pitiful gasp. Leaving Velanna she strolled to the approval of the audience toward Melissa. Bending over she took Melissa's nipples between each of her index fingers and thumbs. With a firm jerk upward she pulled them into a distorted upward stretch. The audience applauded and cheered.
She let them fall with equal speed. They bounced and quivered on her chest. With a steady rhythm, she began to slap Melissa's breasts. Noticing with each slap, how Melissa's breasts turned a subtle white then took on an angry red color. Her breasts were quite sunburned.
�Like to suck on my nipples, slave girl?� The dusky nude asked Melissa in a mocking tone.
�AH! If that will please you...�
�Please me? Like you, I've been naked under this awful Sun. Lick my nipples and soothe their sunburned tips...�
Melissa began to suck on first the girl's right nipple. She then moved to her left one. This girl tasted like the Sun, Melissa thought. At last, the girl stood up and sauntered over to the two blonde Amazons. Using her index finger and thumb again, she hoisted up the twin's tender breasts by their equally tender nipples. The girls fairly bounced on their crests with pain.
�Beg me and call me mistress and I'll leave your Sun ripe nipples to rest! This position should make your words flow with ease. Go on!� She gave an extra jerk to each set of buds. First one set then the other. In turn.
Flavious noticed the heat boils coming off the arena floor. Those girls must be blistering in that heat.
The women began to cease their struggling on the crests. A few fainted or rested their heads against their up drawn arms. A small bunch of slaves scurried about with soothing oil to coat the punished girls. He watched them apply it to the six nudes. It made them glisten and shine in the Sun. As he watched their hands fondle bare breasts, belly, arms, clefts, butts, and legs he felt his cum ready to shoot into Lydia's cunt. When he came, he was buried deeply inside Lydia. She was very, very ripe.
Lydia came with an equally unbridled lust. Riding on Flavious' cock, she could feel his cum shoot deeply into her. She had a joyous look on her face. Julia looked at Lydia with a sly smile. Within the next hour after Flavious and Lydia spent them-selves a few more times. The girls on the wedges of pain were about to be whipped.
A naked Nubian female, young with full large breasts and ripe ridged nipples. Took up her position with a long black whip. She uncoiled the whip with a deft flick of it behind her. She brought it around in a side arm stroke. Her goal was to wrap it around Velanna's breasts. It made a whisking sound as it traveled. It made a wet, slapping sound as it contacted Velanna's breasts and nipples. She tossed her head back and let out a painful gasp. The impact made her involuntarily grind her sex against the awful crest. Her pain-wracked clit reminded her not to do that again. In all this Nubian delivered Velanna thirty strokes with the lash. Mostly on her breasts.
The next girl in line was Melissa. As with Velanna, the Nubian delivered a series of thwacks that echoed off the arena walls. Melissa wailed and struggled briefly as did Velanna. Her sex was even more sore than before.
Eleena was angry at having to be punished along with the novice slave girls. Eleena was a yearling. She should be allowed to do the punishing. The whip sang its song on her bronze skin. Her breasts bounced and her nipples hurt. Streak after streak formed on sunburned skins. Eleena was punished with the rest of the girls.
Finally, those twin blonde Amazons. Their bodies were so sun-tanned that their nipples seem to disappear on their breasts. That Nubian's whip found their hot tips and scalded them with more fire. Their clefts made wet popping sounds as they bounced their painful dance on the wedges. Ironically, these two were the first to climax. Their sweaty, oiled bodies in delightful orgasm as the whip snaked or coiled itself about their nudity.
Flavious noticed that the Nubian was none other than his best performing yearling, Adima. Looking at her naked. Standing with her breasts high on her chest swinging the black whip was a erotic scene. Mock contrast to the two blonde Amazons climaxing on the wedges. Adima finished up her whipping of the six, with a few more slashes to Velanna's breasts. She didn't leave it at that, but delivered more to the other five. Those six girls had been well punished.
The storyteller announced that following the punishment of these six. They were called the conspirators. Eight more would be crucified and twelve more would be exercised behind the chariots.
Julia looked at Flavious and wondered, �Are you going to leave those six on the wedges?�
�For now. The ones that will be running behind the chariots won't be those six on the wedges. It'll do them good to just sit there and sweat.�
�I see. Those girl's are going to have very sore pussies. They won't likely be able to do much of anything.�
�They'd better. Or they'll go to the cross.� Flavious looked at Julia.
Lydia looked at the wedges. She'd been tortured on them before. She knew that they were designed to punish a woman. Up the steps came Mona. Nude and showing off her welts. She glistened in the Sun, �Master, is there anything I can get you?�
�Mona. Make love to Lydia here. Keep her quiet and at ease. I expect to see you two with tongues in each other's bare clefts. Mona, first come over here. I do feel a bit of a rise at seeing you. Spread your legs and lower yourself onto me. That's it. I might as well give you another fill of my seed. Julia, she's such a randy bitch...�
�So I notice... She was a delight to whip last night. Can I have her when you are finished?�
�Yes. Mona, service mistress Julia before you play with Lydia. Understand?�
�Yes, Master.�
Mona rode her Master. Her pussy, wet and bare sliding up and down his firm cock. Quickly brought his balls to a boil. Flavious ran his hands over her firm breasts, teasing her nipples. His fingers tracing the ruby red welts across her body here and there. Mona's ebony skin was shinny in the hot Sun. Her total lack of any hair, even her head, made her enticing exotic. Firm muscles rippled beneath smooth black skin. Her strength would be an asset for both women as they labored at the mill.
Flavious closed his eyes and with a firm thrust he unloaded himself deep inside Mona. Mona gripped his shoulders as she met his thrust with a solid downward lunge. She felt her abdomen get warm from his pulsing release. The couple spasm in orgasm as they gripped each other in tight embrace. Mona whimpered and Flavious moaned as they kissed and fondled each other. Lydia looked at her Master and Mona. She smiled and pampered them. Kissing Mona's right nipple. Julia looked at Mona with renewed lust. In her anxiety, she could hardly wait for Mona to service her. Mona licked her full lips, closing her eyes with her head tilted back.
Preparations were underway for the final show of the afternoon. The women on the wedges were being released. Following their bondage, the heavy yokes had been re-attached. Whips began to snap on oiled, sunburned skin. The girls writhed and whimpered with the stings. Velanna's sultry bronze body glistened brazenly. Snapping whips flicking over dark red nipples made several sets of breasts jutter visibly to the audience. The twins paid the price for being young, blonde and nude.
Slaves began to set the stage for the next caprice. Twelve naked beauties were being led in chains. Three of them were black. Time for the chariot ride. What Julia thought would be a dozen naked beauties being drug about the arena behind a couple of chariots was in error. The appearance of two very odd looking carts caught the audience's attention. They were hooked up to two chariots, �Flavious just what ingenious devilish devices have you cooked up this time?�
�Dear Julia, didn't I tell you?�
�Tell me what?�
�Oh, yes, I didn't have time to tell you yet. These are those special Tong Carts. From the northern lands of the Chins. It seems that when Chin warlords conquer a village, the young women are gathered, usually after a long night of rape and pillage. Several of these carts are waiting. A list of names is read, and every young woman who didn't willingly give to the warlord's men are made to ride this thing back to his village. Naked in the Sun. Usually they are whipped as the carts bounce along. Needless to say, dear Julia, the girl's bare pussies are split on the sharp upper crest of that wedge shaped beam. You know, I might have known that the Chins would have invented these carts. Those wedges came from their lands. It would make sense that they would have a mobile device to punish a female. I had these brought at a great expense, I assure you. I plan to have six girls placed on each cart. Three groups of two tied face to face, breast to breast. Their bare cunts bouncing on those sharp crests.�
�Flavious... Dear Flavious... You really know how to entertain...�
�You are welcome as always dearest vestal Julia. But I trust that you will not be hostile towards me. As I plan to have your three lovelies bounce about on those carts as well as nine of my fine strong novices.�
�No bother, I assure you. They more than deserve the punishment.�
�Good. I wish you to stay the night again with me. I am planning a feast and orgy. I also have a special surprise for you with these two well fertilized slaves of ours...�
�Oh delightful, Flavious. What do you have in mind?�
�You'll see. I can tell you this that Mona will like what I have. It is a specialty from her former homeland, Nubia. It is quite old. I acquired it from a friend in Egypt. She assured me it is genuine. She even demonstrated it for me...�
�I am quite curious...� Flavious smiled at Julia and drank a hefty swallow of wine. Julia did the same smiling as she drank and letting some of it flow out of her mouth and down onto her breasts.
�Mona, clean up that messy wine from mistress Julia's breasts.�
�Yes, Master.�
�Lydia, you help, too.�
�Yes, Master. Mistress, I will help please you...�
The late afternoon Sun baked down on twelve helpless, nude slave girls bound to a simple, but painful cart. They weren't simply tied to it, they were in fact married to it. Its crest having its way with them, body and soul. As the chariots drug the heavy carts about the arena, the oiled women rubbed against each other. Bare breasts, some showing whip marks, bounced and friction nipple to nipple together. The girls wailed long and loud in agony. As their equally bare slits rose and fell against the sharp crested beams of the carts. These women had been bound in such a fashion as to force them to press their nude bodies together. Their backs had been arched against heavy struts. A wooden spreader had been placed between their ankles and each ankle bound to the spreader. Like the struts against their backs, it was heavy and awkward.
Two blondes from the Northern providence. Both were quite dusky and bronze from their exposure. Their nipples seemed to disappear on their chests due to long hours of labor in the hot Roman Sun. Even their bare and smooth clefts were as equally dark as their shoulders. These two had been bound differently. Only a single heavy strut had been used. One was placed between the two of them. At such an angle that it caused their bare breasts to rub on the wood instead of against one another. By the time their torture was finished, the two would display very red and easy to spot nipples. The constant rubbing effect, produced a very heavy orgasm between the two. Spasm followed spasm. The two squealed and gasped with abandon as they rode that rail. Julia's girls were not enjoying their little jaunt on the Tong Carts. Their wonderfully bare breasts bouncing and rubbing together. Mica and Marci seemed to be getting an extra hard bounce. The cart was earning its reputation for bringing the most stubborn of females into submission.
Mica and Monica's bare clits had became so red and sorely chaffed they could hardly breath. Merri's Cleft was burning now more with desire. She had been bound to a full breasted, brown hairdo beauty. Sporting quite exceptionally hard nipples. This brunette's nipples had become so erect and hard, that Merri didn't want to leave them. She could feel them pressing shameless against her own lovely breasts and nipples. The brown hairdo girl looked hard at Merri, �I want to feel your nipples against mine. The pleasure of it makes the hurt between my legs go away. I will want you to sleep with me tonight. Make girl love to me, sweetness...� With those words, the girl kissed Merri full on her lips. She felt her tongue move against hers.
�No. Please they'll flog us if we sleep together tonight!�
�What's a whipping, compared to exquisite pleasure?� The girl replied with a sultry whisper.
�I, I, am not sure...�
�I am a Roman woman. Sold into slavery here at the arena of pleasure because of a debt. I have felt the lash many times for the sake of my sexual pleasures.�
�I do not wish a flogging.�
�Never-no-mind that. You'll get one if the overseers decide to lash you. What is your name, girl?�
�Merri.�
�Mine is Diana. I am the fourth daughter of Pestilus. He sold me to him to pay off a debt he owed to Flavious. That man has had me several times. Usually following a flogging. It makes him real hard to see a Roman woman under the lash. I'll be a part of tonight's entertainment at his orgy. Join me. We can both be lashed tied together. He likes that. The last time he put me against that black Nubian of his, Mona. By the Gods, she has hard breasts.�
�The whip hurts more since we've been so exposed to the Sun...�
�Stop whimpering, it's hard to talk while we're bouncing about on this wedge... OH!� Her words were cut short by a sudden hard bounce of the cart. Merri nearly passed out. She felt the woman's hard nipples against hers. Diana gasped and let out a wail, �Stay with me, Merri...�
As the carts made their rounds, five crosses were being set into the ground. Who would be their prisoners tomorrow? The audience began to retire. Time to get ready for the evening orgy.
Flavious slapped both Lydia and Mona on their bare behinds. Lydia rubbed her butt and smiled sweetly to her Master. Sticking it out for another. He accommodate her. Whips snapped on lazy backs as the slaves prepared the arena for evening. Torches were being lit. More of them were being lit at Flavious' villa.

The Luna Switch
At Flavious' villa, the inside dining and entertainment gallery was a bustle of activity. Most of his guests were either nude or nearly so. A few of them had on tunics of red, blue, green or yellow. Dancing girls were swaying to and fro. Most of them nude. A few were wearing skimpy two piece garments or skirts with a vest. The men who danced did so mostly naked or with only a small pouch to contain their sex.
He had musicians from around the know world. Egypt, Rome, Athens, Phonecia, Crete, India, the Orient, and black Africa. Each one pounding out rhythms and beats both exotic and primitive.
There were large columns holding up the ceiling. To these were tied a few of the girls from today's arena activities. All of them were naked. A few had been flogged. More food was being served in huge quantities. All sorts of sweet meats, fruits, vegetables, hams, chickens, fish, and beef meat. Flavious had the best of cooks to prepare his food.
In the background were all sorts of chatter, music, dancing and the sounds of food being eaten and plates being rattled. His guests cheered as more food was brought. Some of them ate with abandon off the bodies of beautiful slave girls. With an obvious intent to take a break from the food and frolic, Flavious motioned to Julia to follow him. She did going down a long hallway that led to the lower catacombs.
As they descended she heard the whistling sound of a whiplash followed by a woman's scream. It was constant and in rhythm. The lash sounds and the woman's wailing grew louder. In a few moments, she saw the source of the sounds. It was Diana. Her body glistening in the dim torchlight. Her back laced with welts. Standing nude, bound spread in a wide `X' fashion in an archway, with her back toward Julia and Flavious.
The flogger spread its lashes across her back. Wrapping around to catch her exposed breasts. The stroke made them quiver. She tossed her head back and let out a scream. Again the whip scalded her nudity. A little lower this time. Just above her waist and slithering down to catch her cleft. The lips of her sex shamefully exposed, were puffy and red from her ride on the Tong Cart. Now the whip scored her womanhood with red laces.
Two more found the summits of her ass. Red welts had formed on those sweet curves. As she stood with spread legs, Flavious nodded for the flogger to send a couple of them up between her casually spread legs.
It produced a wet, slapping sound that made Diana rapidly suck in her breath and let it out. Vocalizing a throaty gasp. Diana twisted and writhed against the leather strands that held her wrists and ankles. Flavious held up his hand for the whipping to stop. He motioned for the whipper to take up another position. To attend to her front. Looking at Flavious, her hair disheveled and her body covered with sweat and welts. Diana smiled a lusty smile at him. She looked down and saw how hard his cock had become.
�Wanna fuck me, don't you? Animal!� She spit at him. Flavious just looked at her and with his mouth slightly open, he wiped off the corners. He looked at Julia who was openly fingering herself.
Diana chided, �Go ahead. Slide it inside of me. You can do it, Flavious, like you've done it many times before...�
�Whore! Slut! She dog of Rome! Lash her! Lash her breasts and sex! Punish the slut! Flog her!�
The whipper took up his lash and laid the thong across the sunburned summits of her already lashed breasts. They bounced and quivered under the blows. Diana wailed and screamed. Exhaling her breath through her teeth as she rolled up her eyes in pain.
Up between her legs the whip punished Diana's smooth sex. Making her jump and strain against her bonds. She was beginning to get drunk from the whip. Her focus was fading with the sheer hurt of the flogging. The lashes fell across her breasts and sex with such fury that both hurt equally at the same time.
Flavious held up his hand. Diana shook her head. Her body sweating and straining against her bondage. Looking at him with much more submission. She shook her head in a sobbing tone of voice, �No more. Please, Master, don't lash me anymore... Fuck me... Please fuck me my Master...�
Flavious removed the skimpy tunic that he had on. With his cock quite ready, he buried it into Diana's spread open cunt. He pumped her with such force that her breasts bobbled and jerked on her chest. They were quite red and laced with welts. All he wanted to do was fuck her until he came. Their loins slapped together as he pumped her. She was nearing a climax. After all, the whipping made her nipples and clitoris sting. This was having its effect on her, too. With a loud moan and gasp, Flavious came inside of Diana. She responded with a equally powerful orgasm. Her moans and whimpers mellowed with his grunts and sighs.
While he was still inside of her, he grabbed her hair. He spit into her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. She let out a gasp as he slid out of her. Her cunt was dripping with his spunk, �Be glad I have the mercy to fuck you. If I were you I'd be ever so grateful of your Master for not putting you on the bar for spitting in his face. That sore little cunt of yours wouldn't be able to take it for long on that hateful bar, now would it?�
She shook her head in a most negative way. Flavious told the guard who had been flogging her to go and get his Manta Tail whip. He nodded and left as Flavious spoke to Diana, �Now, I can't just let your spitting in my face go, can I?� She shook her head no, but slower. He continued, �You see, you did it in front of my guest, vestal Julia. Julia punishes her slaves for such an action, don't you Julia?�
�Most certainly, dearest Flavious.�
�With this I will give you a choice. But you must make a choice. If you don't I will impose all three punishments for you. And you wouldn't like that now would you?�
Again Diana shook her head negative. So Flavious continued his thought, �So, here is what you must choose. First, you can agree to set for two hours on the bar. With nipple clips and weights attached to them. Two, I can have Jano here flog you for another hour and then he can fuck you for at least another hour after that. Or, three, I can let my dear guest Julia here administer twenty lashes to you with the Manta Tail whip. After which you can return to your cell and bed down with her slave girl, Merri. Though I must admit that the Manta Tail does hurt a bit much. More so on already whipped and sunburned skin. Which shall it be Diana?�
Diana began to think. She didn't want to be flogged any more, even with more fucking. Another hour under the lash and she'd give up. That awful bar. She'd been on it before. Under normal circumstances, she could take that punishment, but that ride on the Tong Cart made her pussy so sore. It was now down to twenty with the Manta Tail. Though she'd never felt it, she heard Mona talk about it earlier today. She saw Mona's welts. They looked awfully angry and red.
�Well, Diana, I will give you until the count of ten. Then I will have all three done to you. One... Two... Three...� Diana was sweating even more than she did under the lash. She squirmed in her bonds. �Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... I told...�
�Master, I have chosen... Let it be the Manta's Tail. Please, have mistress Julia lash me with the Manta's Tail whip.�
�Very well. Mistress Julia, it seems that this mouthy Roman slut will accept a whipping from you. Twenty lashes I believe is the count. A goodly number with that whip. I don't recall using the Manta's Tail on you before, Diana. Do you know what kind of whip it is?�
�I am not sure, Master. I know that my sore pussy can't take that bar. It's still very sore from my ride on the Tong Cart. The flogging just had to stop. My sunburned skin felt like it was beginning to peel off under those strokes. It seemed the lesser of the evils, dear Master.�
Flavious looked at Julia, �Did I tell you how she came to be a slave girl?�
�No. She looks like a Espanna girl. Her skin is quite dusky and dark. Yet her hair is a lighter brown.�
�Yes. But she's Roman. Notice that her nipples seem to blend into her skin color. That's a sign of prolonged exposure to the Sun. An Espanna girl, like Charma, has nipples when exposed to the Sun for a long time become dark. She's from the Northern providence of Rome.�
�Yes... I see that now. Her eyes are between blue and brown. Quite lovely in fact...�
�Her father, or so she claims him to be, is Pestilus. She is suppose to be his fourth daughter. The old bastard couldn't sire a dwarf let alone four beautiful daughters. He owed me ten thousand pieces of silver for a special party he arranged. He never paid. I sent Brutis and Cleon over to collect from him. He slammed the door in their faces. I contacted some friends who have influence in the Senate and with the Emperor himself. Pestilus came over with two Praetorian guards at his back. He offered to pay some of the debt with gold and the balance with this girl he said was his fourth daughter. I accepted his offer. She is quite attractive with a fullness to her body.� Flavious began to caress Diana breasts. Playing with her nipples and tracing the red puffy lips of her sex, which were now quite wet. More so from his fingers than from her desire.
Julia used her fingertips to trace the lash marks on Diana's back. Stopping to kneed her firm ass cheeks. The palm of her hand cupping up between the girl's spread legs to her swollen, recently fucked sex.
Diana's nudity looked quite erotic spread in the flickering torchlight. Just enough light to show that she'd been flogged. Shinny side curves of her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Occasionally she would shift in her bonds, causing her breasts to sway this way or that. Allowing one viewing her from behind a peek at the erect tips of her nipples.
�You know, Julia, I knew this girl's mother. She was one of the most beautiful women in all of Rome. I remember her name was Antonia. Pestilus was not her only husband. She was married first to a Senator named Trackius. Being quite a bit older than her, he died three years after they were married. She had a daughter by him, named Romanna. Later she married a centurion named Lieucentias. He was killed in the fourth Spana uprising. They never had any children. Her third husband, a wealthy merchant from the North, Marcivious, lived long enough to give her two more children. Both of them girls, Chrissanda and Ariel. He ended up lost in a storm at sea. No trace of him was ever found. Finally she married Pestilus. It was bad from the start. She married him for wealth. And, because she'd been deemed cursed at having so many husbands who died. It was obvious that she didn't love him. I firmly believe that she never slept with him. Antonia did have eyes for a handsome young apprentice of Marcivious' named Flavious...�
�You?! Don't tell me Diana is your daughter!�
�No she isn't. I'm not sure I'd ever loved Antonia. In fact, I think I hated her. She wouldn't sleep with me. At least until after she became pregnant with Diana.�
�Who is Diana's real father?�
�According to Antonia, it was Zurellas the Gladiator. Apparently, she stripped herself naked and joined in with the street whores who were hired to sleep with the gladiators. Being singled out for amusement by the overseer, he strung her up for a flogging. Zurellas watched as she was being lashed. The sight of her nudity writhing under the whip excited him beyond his usual desires. When her flogging was completed, he asked to have her brought to him. He used her fully and without any display of affection. In short, he simply fucked her. She'd aroused him while he watched her being lashed. When she went home that next day, she staggered in, naked. Claiming that she was falsely arrested for being a thief and was flogged by one of the jailers. When Pestilus looked into the matter, there was no record of her arrest. He laughed at the poor abilities of the local guards to keep records of arresting an attractive woman. Sometimes the bastard would joke amongst his friends that she'd deserved the flogging for not properly identifying herself as a Roman patrician. It was later on that one of the street whores found Antonia's dress. She took it to Pestilus' house, returning it in hopes of a reward. In the course, Pestilus fucked her. He then learned from the street whore the truth behind Antonia's story. The whore got her reward, several gold coins. Pestilus arranged another sort of punishment for his unfaithful wife. When she was shopping at the bizarre, a couple of soldiers came up to her. They'd planted a small statue inside her cloak. Pretending to have been called by one of the merchants to check out Antonia's attempted theft. The lie she told her husband, was now coming to pass. They arrested her and put her in the dungeon with the other criminals. When she clamored her innocence, the jailer, a brute of a man came over and shook his whip at her. Telling her to keep silent. Antonia protested and wailed as other criminals and street sluts came over and fondled her. The jailer, annoyed with her yelling and protesting, opened up the cell and pulled her out. He motioned for assistance to strip this thief and put her against the whipping post. He'd make an example of her. With swishing lashes, the whip wrapped itself about Antonia's slender nudity. He delivered her forty such strokes in all. She hung naked and limp from the whipping post. Her case was found guilty. For that she got another whipping and a day on the cross. This husband of hers finally came up to her as she hung nude on a cross near the outskirts of Rome. Her arms out-stretched and bound to the crosspiece. Her legs tied behind the upright crossed at the ankles. Her legs, somewhat spread revealing her bare Mons to anyone caring to look. The weight of her body resting on a round peg inserted so as to bisect the cleft of her sex. Her naked breasts, whip-streaked, glistened and bobbled as she sobbed. Her lovely hair blowing in the warm breeze. She was sweating, crucified naked in the hot Roman Sun...�
�Wow, you know a lot about what happened to Antonia. How did you come to know so much detail of this story?�
�I was the only one who tried to defend her... When she was found guilty, I protested all that I could. I pleaded for a lighter sentence... The judge would have granted my wish had I been her husband. Since her husband arranged the whole thing, he left it be. She was to be lashed and crucified. I was looking up at her hanging on the cross. Her husband showed up. He looked at her and not at me. I remember his words, they are burned into my memory. He told her how unlucky she was at having been caught stealing twice. How lucky she really was at being allowed to go free when the Sun goes down. He looked up and squinted at the intense Sun.
He then focused back on her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. He glanced at me standing there. With a slight smile that curved up the corners of his mouth, he pointed to Antonia's bisected cleft. Speaking as if her lovely sex was an object and not of her as woman and his wife. `That cunt seems to fuck everything, including this cross, more than it does me. And, I'm its husband! The problem is that it's attached to a whore and a thief. You know what, brother?' I hated him for calling me brother. `I had the last say so! She's hanging there now because of her lies. Her deceitful lies! Oh, yes, to look at her suffering naked in the Sun. Whipped and crucified for all to see. Leaves me feeling a bit triumphant. I will tell you this, you street whore. To offer yourself to be whipped and used for the amusement of arena gladiators is not my idea of a good wife! Oh, it was one of your sister whores, Felina, she fucks nicely like I am sure you do, who told me about your antics. That is why you are here now. Keeping up with your own injustice. Making your factious lie actually happen to you. Only as a supposed second offense, I had you crucified as well as lashed. One more thing, wife turned Roman whore and now back to wife again, when you are set free make your way back home. Naked of course. Beg me to let you into the house. Prey that I don't let you go back to the streets as a naked whore, fresh from the cross...' With these words he left her. She looked up into the sky and cried heavy sobbing tears. I wanted to put my sword through him right there. But, the thought of dying for no end stopped me. If the child inside of her was mine, I'd have probably killed him. But to a degree the bastard was right. She should have slept with me and not went off whoring.�
�Pestilus actually had her punished because of her lies more than her actions? This child inside of her, though, she shouldn't have been so severely punished being pregnant. Was he aware that she was pregnant?�
�No. But, I have always felt that this caused her to die giving birth to this one. I wanted a child by her, but not to be. Zurellas' daughter she is. I disliked Zurellas he wouldn't give any consideration for Antonia when I told him of what happened. He was convinced that I was lying. The woman he'd seen being flogged and the same one he fucked afterwards was just a street whore. Nothing more or less. Why should he give up his gold for a baby that sprang from the belly of a street whore? I asked him if he cared for the child. He only told a foul joke. Something about a whore having a piglet for a baby. I glared at him and left. I remember his laughter echoing in the inner halls of the arena in Rome. I'd promised myself that I would only have shows that amuse and excite audiences when I owned an arena. As it was, Antonia grew pregnant and she died giving birth to Diana here. Pestilus sent Antonia's daughters, all of them off to her sister, Appalonia, in Pompallos. Antonia's sister was a madam. Needless to say, the girls received a explicit education. But, by rights they are daughters of Pestilus. A wealthy Roman merchant.�
Julia shook her head in amazement. Diana swallowed hard and shifted slowly in her bonds. She sighed and looked as if she would cry. Was Flavious' story about her mother true?
By this time the guard returned handing the Manta's Tail whip to Flavious. He bowed his head and started to leave when Flavious stopped him, �Wait, Jano. Hang this slut up in the dining gallery. Julia will deliver her strokes while she dangles before the crowd.�
Diana began to sob and protest, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Julia and Flavious, now both quite naked, walked arm and arm back up to the gallery. Chatting idly as they walked. They heard the noise from the orgy getting louder as they neared the hall. Within a few minutes, a suspended Diana hung high enough for all to see. Nude and glistening with her arms wide and cuffed by the wrists from a bar hanging down from the ceiling. Her ankles equally spread and cuffed on a bar that was anchored by a chain to the floor. In her mouth was a shinny bit to gag her. It made her slobber like an animal.
�My dear guests, you see before you one of the girl's from today's show. She's been a naughty and insolent slave girl and deserving of punishment. I have given the honor to our revered guest, the vestal Julia. Julia has agreed for the amusement of you all to whip her while she is fully nude also. Julia feeling the spirit of our show, yesterday submitted to a lashing from me. Notice how she displays my handiwork. Her body full and exotically striped by the lash. She will use the very same whip on this girl hanging before you. It is my special whip. A gift from Nelifa of Egypt. The fabled Manta Tail whip.�
The audience gasped and applauded as Julia uncoiled the whip and held it in the air. Turning slowly to show off both the whip and her lovely stripes. An area had been cleared enough for Julia to swing the whip. She tested the space and swung the whip a few times snapping it in the air. In a overhead arc, she brought the whip across Diana's sunburned shoulders. What must have been nearly inhuman strength, Diana's body tensed enough to make the leather creak.
The only sound was the swishing hiss of the whip slicing the air. Its wet sounding impact on her skin. Followed by the strain of the leather cuffs. Diana must have held her breath for the first stroke. After she'd let it out, only a muted wail escaped from around the bit in her mouth. The whip clung to her. Julia pulled the thing off of her dragging it slowly. Diana jerked and twisted in pain. She let out another stifled wail.
By now the audience had a chance to murmur and whisper to themselves. Commenting about her lush nudity swaying to and fro ready for another stroke. Not in any mood to disappoint the onlookers, Julia took her position for delivering another stroke. This one was a side arm slice. Hissing and whirring the evil length wrapped itself about and over Diana's sun-drenched breasts. Her nipples had been struck fully on. Both of Diana's breasts bulged on each side of the wicked lash. It gripped them good. Sending a burning scald deep into Diana's very being. In a futile display, Diana twisted and undulated her body. A vain effort to dislodge the lash which clung firmly to her breasts. Her head shaking back and forth. Not a sound came from her. Julia once again slowly drug the whip off Diana's bare breasts. When it fell free, her breasts swayed to and fro. Bouncing away from the painful grip of the whip. Diana sucked in a deep breath, then let out a pitiful wail against her bit. This stroke had taken her breath away.
One guest, a pretty blonde who was having her nipples licked clean by a young man who'd put jelly on them. Blinked her eyes and licked her lips as she saw Diana's nipples swell up red from the painful stroke. She winced and looked at the young man and told him to bit her nipples. Carlos who was holding a black slut on his lap, looked up at Diana being lashed. Slipping his cock into the girl's wet cunt made him groan. He grew even harder as Julia delivered another stroke. This one from below. In an well-gauged upward stroke, Julia landed her third lash squarely into Diana's bare sex. The Manta's Tail, shinny and supple, slithered its very tip up inside the suffering girl. Striking her clitoris fully on its sensitive tip. This stroke clung, but not very long. It fell away leaving a very angry red line on her neither lips.
Diana jerked in nearly uncontrolled spasms. Before the whip fell away, she let out a guttural gasping sound that made most of the audience shiver. Tossing her head back she gasped long and painfully. Her body twisting and swaying erotically in the air. Julia smiled and looked about her. The audience was enthralled at her accuracy with that whip.
She looked into the eyes of several of the female guests. They looked back at her as if she was a cruel overseer. At one young girl, she stepped over to her and held her face. Smiling at her sweetly. Then with a ferocity that even made Flavious nervous, she glared at the girl, �Want some of this, sweetness? Think of it. Wrapping around your firm breasts. Scoring your nipples. I'll bet you'd like one up between your legs like the one just delivered to her? Wouldn't ya?!�
Looking about the room, she eyed a sultry Nubian girl having her sex licked by a young blonde girl, �You! You there the black bitch with the big nipples. Stand up with your arms in the air and show these happy guests how an African takes a whipping!�
The black woman stood up naked. Proudly showing off her large swollen breasts. Making eye contact with Julia, she raised her arms and spread them in the air. Her breasts rose upward as she did this. Slowly turning her back to Julia, she looked back over her shoulder. Julia noticed the full side curves of her bare breasts undulating as she moved. A whistling crack of the whip made it wrap itself around the girl's breasts. Like it did on Diana, the whip clung. The black girl obviously holding back a scream, bit her lips. She held her arms forcefully above her head. Fighting a urgent desire to reach down and uncoil the wicked whip. Using a simple flick of the whip handle, Julia uncoiled it from the girl's swollen breasts. Like it had happened with Diana, as the whip slithered away, her breasts bobbled, swayed and bounced.
The black girl hopped up and down a bit with the pain. This also caused her breasts to flop up and down. Their tips standing ridged and hard. In its wake, the lash scored a nasty red ribbon across the girl's full nipples.
The black girl fought back a scream with a lip-biting effort.
�Want another, African girl?� The black girl lowered her arms and crossed them over her whipped breasts. She showed less defiance than before. In a all to quick motion, she shook her head no.
With a smile, Julia replied, �I didn't think so, bitch. Anyone else for a dose of this hefty lash? Now, I expect to hear some cheers and see a few happy faces enjoying the display of womanhood here being lashed for your amusement. This is hard work snaking this slave-girl. I'm not just a hired overseer. I expect support and respect! Not sympathy for this slut, understand?�
The guests now applauded and cheered Julia as she continued the whipping of Diana. The gallery now echoed with resounding thwacks from the Manta's Tail. Loud applause and cheers immediately followed these from the guests. This overlapped the wails, gurgles, gasps and screams of the tormented girl hanging from the ceiling. As the whipping neared the end, the audience was becoming quite excited. More couples began fucking. In some instances women fondled each other. Some of the revelry involved men doing each other. It was the final four strokes that delivered Diana into the heat of a brewing orgasm. In all likely-hood only Flavious and Julia sensed the girl's nearing orgasm. An full resounding scream from the black girl that Julia had whip-stroked, captured the attention of several guests including Julia and Flavious. As the girl was being fucked fully by one of the yearling gladiators, he began twisting and pinching her whip-swollen nipples. Julia smiled and returned her focus to the dangling Diana.
Flavious noticed that his sultry guest, Julia was bathed in sweat. Almost as much as Diana glistening in the flickering torches that lit the large gallery. Naked bodies were everywhere. These final strokes were delivered again to Diana's more sensitive parts. It was the next stroke that brought her to orgasmic boil. Diana felt the very blood in her veins become hot. Her sex throbbed with pulsing quivers. Wails that usually could be heard above the guests, now became deep heaving moans. The girl was having an orgasm. Stroke followed stroke on breast, butt, back, thighs, and sex. Sending her howling and moaning into deeper orgasm.
As the final stroke fell away, Diana lapsed into a faint.
Flavious ordered her lowered and revived. Julia began to coil up the whip. She took a deep breath and let it out. Wiping the sweat off of her brow. Looking a Flavious she smiled. As he looked at her erect nipples, Julia smiled and commented �Whew. I could use a bath. Want to join me, Flavious?�
�Yes. Splendid idea.� He clapped, Lydia and Mona lifted their heads. Their tongues had been buried in each others sex the whole time Diana was being whipped. His eyebrows narrowed, �You two. I might have known. Which one of you started this tongue action?�
They both looked at each other and smiled. Mona pointed at Lydia. Lydia pointed at Mona. The two giggled.
�You two randy bitches. Julia and I will show you a thing or two. You two won't be so full of giggles when you see what I have in store for you! Now be spry both of you and prepare a bath for Julia and myself. Also, have Georgia and Clarice gather her brood to prepare the main bath for our guests. Get busy or you'll be carrying out my orders with some serious welts on your backs, butts, and breasts. Go now and be quick about it!�
The two girls scurried naked with breasts bobbing and feet slipping on the polished stone floor. Lydia almost slipped and fell down. Her foot squeaking on the mirror like floor. Julia gave a snicker as she handed Flavious the whip, �Aren't they just like children? Having a slave is like having a child. They need protection and direction both at the same time.�
�True, Julia. But one major difference. You can have sex with a slave, but not with your child!�
A guest perked her head up. Looking at Flavious, she smiled and licked her lips fondling a young nude boy, �Speak for yourself, dear Flavious.�
In a whisper to Julia, �I really don't like this thing of sex with children. I think our society is wrong in doing so. I know, some of the most influential patrons of Rome have young slaves of both sexes. It's just not right...�
Julia looked at the woman who was now sucking on the boy's hairless cock. Focusing back on Flavious she commented, �I prefer mature slaves with full breasts and healthy cocks.�
�Julia? Ever had a man-woman?�
�Oh, one of the hermaphrodites?�
�Yes. I guess that's what you call them. Different aren't they?�
She shrugged her shoulders. A male slave had just finished wiping her off with a damp towel. Taking up a couple of cushions she resumed her seat next to Flavious. He toyed with her erect nipples as Julia drank thirsty on a full cup of wine. It made her feel lightheaded. Lydia returned to inform Flavious that their private bath was ready and the large pool was also now ready for his guests. Standing up, Flavious announced to his guests that the pool was available if they needed a bath. He warned them not to used it as a toilet or they'd pay with their skins.
Julia and Flavious entered his private bath chambers. Mona and Lydia were already in the deep blue water. Five other slave girls waited naked with towels and other accessories for their comfort. A small orchestra was playing with harps, flutes, and chimes. A gentle warm rhythm.
�The water is warm and fine, Flavious. Oh, how wonderful it is to have you as my friend. You let me whip your slave girls and now bath with you. All for a few gold coins and the use of my Lydia.�
�Julia darling. I must admit that you are looking your peak. Vestal or not, you are very attractive. I was getting hard watching you whip Diana as much as I was watching Diana writhe under the whip.�
Flavious reached for Julia and embraced her with a scissors hold of his legs. Playfully, she shoved him away and swam towards Lydia. Mona and Lydia were in full embrace with breasts flattening nipple to nipple as they kissed. The four of them swam for quite some time. Enlisting the aid of the slaves standing about for massages and some mild stimulation. It was after a short time that Flavious sent a couple of the little nymphs after some food.
One of the girl's was assigned as a taster. The food was superb. As they sat near the edge of the pool eating and drinking. Flavious called to Julia with another of his lusty ideas. This one involved Mona and Lydia. The dark hairdo urchin that had tasted their food stood holding a wicked looking switch. Mona's eyes focused on it and her lower lip quivered. It was a Luna Switch.
�I tell you, Julia, Nelifa has the best collection of torture instruments in the entire world. I thought Rome was the most complete place source. No way can Rome keep up with Alexandria. Especially, Nelifa's private collection. She gave me this switch. Look at Mona, she knows what it is.�
Julia looked at Mona's eyes grow large with concern. She never seemed to take her eyes off the limber limb. Flavious snapped his fingers, both Mona and the urchin jumped, �Look closer at it, Julia. Notice the polished horn where the main part of the switch is fitted. That is a water buffalo's horn. See how it curves and fits the hand. Touch your bare cleft with the end of the horn. Go ahead, it won't bite you as long as you are holding it...� He chuckles to himself.
Julia put it gently against her cleft. Letting the sharp end of the horn press into her ridged clitoris. She voiced a soft whimper, �Stings a bit on the sharp end, doesn't it? Mona tell mistress Julia about this switch. Tell her also, how old it really is.�
�It looks brand new, Flavious.�
Mona cleared her throat. She walked cautiously toward mistress Julia. It was obvious that she was afraid of the switch, �Mistress. This is a Luna Switch. Known in nearly all the tribes of Africa as `A Woman's Word'. It is made from the sacred Jabbina tree. The switch is cut in a ceremony of the full Moon. By a virgin girl who is showing her first blood. She places the cut end of the switch inside of her to split her virgin's flesh. The fresh blood from her giving is then run along the entire length of the switch. It is then placed into a special horn from a water buffalo that has been killed in the full Moon by the same virgin. She uses the body of the buffalo to make the glue that holds the switch in the horn. Until the glue mixes with her virginal blood, the switch will not remain in the horn. Only true virgins with pure blood can make the glue that holds the Luna Switch firmly inside the horn. In the Nubian tribes, a woman to punish another woman or girl uses this switch. It is controlled by the men and is handed to a woman who wins an argument with another woman. Only if she is granted the right to punish another woman or girl. The rules are strict about its use. The woman who is doing the punishing must be completely naked. As is the woman who is being punished. There can be nothing on either of them. Clothing, jewelry, dirt, paint, oil, food, absolutely nothing what so ever. When both women are declared fully naked and clean, the switch is handed to the one who is to punish. The one to be punished is held by her wrists and ankles by other fully nude women. When the sign is given the punisher applies the supple switch to the bare nipples of the other girl. The strokes are well spaced. There is no hurry. One girl punishes the other girl takes it. That is all. There is much pain to the girl who is being switched. I have seen this punishment delivered three times in my tribe. I received it once. The girl who whips has been trained not to split a girl's nipples. I received it once not as punishment, but during training on how to use the switch. It is part of a woman's development to acquire skills with the Luna Switch.�
Julia swished it in the air. It's quite supple and full of flexibility. It's easy to use, too easy.
Mona continues to show the switch to mistress Julia. Pointing out its construction. Julia listens to Mona and flicks it here and there as she speaks, �It is also said that the blood of the virgin who cut the switch keeps the switch forever supple. This one is at least eight thousand years old.�
�Eight thousand years..!? How do you know this is so?�
�Look at the switch, mistress. See the ebbs on the outer bark. The tree that produced this switch is about twelve thousand years old. This tree lives a very long time. Some are suppose to be over a million years old. The bark of this tree is from a young tree. The youngest tree that has ever been found by my tribe is now more than twenty thousand years old. Just before my capture, I was allowed to witness the ceremony that makes a Luna Switch. This switch is most surely of Nubian origin.�
�You are very informative, sweet Mona.�
�It is said that if the one who applies the switch is not fully naked, it will cut the nipples of the girl she punishes. If this happens, then there is an injustice. The rolls switch and the girl who was to be punished now does the punishing. It is further said that if a girl wishes to use the switch on another girl for an untrue reason or a lie, the switch will cut the other girl's nipples with only a mere touch. The rolls will then change. The switch will be used on the deceitful one. Lastly, only a purely clean, nude woman can apply the switch with the proper effect. A man cannot apply it. It will cut a nipple with just a touch by him and it will then make his balls become hot. He will have to stroke himself off to make the fire go away. Fucking won't do, only by stroking himself can he be set free of the hurt. It is also said that if he strokes himself off in front of the girl he was going to switch, it will cool off faster for him...�
Julia found herself fascinated by the pure lust of Mona's story. Her mind began to work like Flavious',
�Flavious. I have an idea for a very lusty, private display. First, let me test this story of Mona's.�
She motioned for one of the urchins to come over to her. The girl crossed her hands over her nipples and shook her head. This girl had very large breasts. Just right for what she had in mind. Reluctantly, she moved towards Julia, �Put your arms up, girl. I order you.�
�Do it, Lustina!� Flavious ordered. The girl raised her arms above her head. Julia stood up fully bare-naked. Freshly washed. She looked at the girl and said she wanted to strike her nipples. For no real fault of her own, just that she wanted to. With a firm stance, she brought the switch across the girl's hefty bare nipples with a single deft slice. It dented the twin perks with a firm SWIT that sounded like it hit a wet piece of cloth. As the limb was pulled away, her nipples regained their original shape. For a moment, they looked as if nothing had happened. Then with a sudden pang of fire, a ruby red welt appeared across them. The girl squealed. She went into a proxy of suffering. But her nipples weren't split. Julia was completely nude and her reasons for applying the switch were truthful.
Motioning to the other urchin to step forward, Julia readied her switch. First she laid it down. She then went into the water. Not drying herself off after she got out. Putting on only a small towel over her head. She picked up the switch and motioned the girl forward. This girl was most reluctant to obey. Flavious shouted an order to the girl, �Honey, obey your mistress or I'll have you skinned with the Manta's Tail!�
The girl shuffled over to mistress Julia who chided her in an accusing tone, �Look here you little bitch, I saw you fucking my Lydia! Now I am going to punish you!�
This was a pure lie. She knew it. Taking up the same position as before, the girl put her hands over her head. Julia arranged things. Bringing the switch on high she lightly struck the girl's pointing nipples.
In what seemed only a fraction of the force she'd used on Lustina, the girl's nipples fairly bounced with a tap of the switch. As before, it seemed as if nothing would happen. With a high pitched scream. The girl grabbed her nipples. Some blood spurted between her fingers. They'd been split. It wasn't a lot of blood and the girl squealed more out of fright than hurt. Julia's mouth dropped open. She looked at the whip in her hand. Shaking her head, she handed the switch to the slave girl as if she were in a trance.
Spreading her legs, and putting her hands up and behind her head, Julia thrust her breasts forward. The slave girl taking the switch took aim and let it slice down across both of Julia's firm nipples. Again a stroke dug deeply into her buds. Again and again the switch sliced the air. Striking Julia's bare nipples making them bounce and swell in red pain. Julia never flinched. Stroke followed stroke. Flavious looked on with horror and was powerless to interfere. It was Mona who cried out a Nubian word, that no one had ever heard before. It broke the spell.
Julia let out a powerful scream and clutched her switched nipples. The slave girl was handing the whip to Mona. Her nipples were now quite cured. Lustina's nipples were still streaked and sore. Flavious looked at Mona and motioned Lydia to come over and soothe her mistress' sore nipples. Lydia sucked on them with both lust and care. Looking at Flavious, Julia had a sheepish smile on her face. Her fingers soothed her sore nipples as well as Lydia's wonderful tongue.
�The last thing I remember was seeing the blood on Honey's nipples. Then I woke up with my nipples burning under the switch. What happened?�
Mona was right. The switch is powerful. �Julia, what did you have in mind for this switch?�
�Mona. Mona! Lydia. Lydia! How are your nipples doing tonight, you naughty girls?�
The two slave girls, Honey and Lustina looked at each other and smiled. The orchestra played softly on. Looking for all the world like an innocent plaything, the Luna Switch rested on the stones near the pool. It sparkled in the torchlight.

Breasts... Stones... Nettles
The cool waters soothed Julia's hurt nipples. She eyed the wicked limb near the water's edge. In her mind she wondered how many sets of nipples suffered under its hard bite. Breaking her mind drift, Julia outlined her plan, �Okay, here is my idea. Mona, you will come before your Master and ask to punish Lydia's nipples. You find them saucy and deserving of a scalding under the switch. Because you desire to hurt Lydia for being a pregnant blond slut. Also, because not only do you wish to switch her perky nipples, but Lydia also enjoys the switch. Which is no lie she truly does. Lydia, you will go to Master Flavious and agree with these words. Allowing Mona to punish your ridged little buds with that switch. Honey and Lustina, you and those two over there...� She snapped her fingers at the two girls who stood stupidly listening to her.
�Gretchen and Ebony.� Flavious answered automatically.
�Yes. Gretchen and Ebony along with...� She snaps her fingers at the other girl.
�Felina.� Master Flavious adds.
�Felina. Take hold of Lydia. Hold her spread eagle. Grip her tightly. Hold her spread and ready for the switch. Mona, does that switch do awful things if you use it on her cunt?�
�No. Its main purpose is to be used on bare nipples. I am not aware of anything special happening if it is used on a girl's bare cleft. Other than to make it hurt. Oh, yes, I must remind you that the horn can be used on the girl being punished. It will make her want to fuck anything for a period of one full Moon. I don't mean a simple desire to fuck. I mean a compulsion to take a sound fucking from as many males or phallic symbols as she can find.� Mona replied in a matter of fact tone of voice.
�Oh, Good, even better!� Julia really liked this idea.
�It is a relentless compulsion once she's had the horn inserted into her.� Mona added as a toss out.
�You don't say?� Julia was tolerant of this interruption.
�As a matter of fact. A full horn from the Cape buffalo.�
�No kidding. I'll be darned.� Julia gave off a smile that suggested no more interruptions.
�True to form.� Flavious smiled.
�I was afraid of some weird reaction.� Julia muttered.
The slave girls looked at each other and shrugged. Julia pointed to Mona, �Now, approach your Master, Mona. Say to him what I have told you to say. Lydia, go and stand beside Mona.�
Telling her Master what Julia had told her to say, left him ready willing to comply with the plan. Lydia confirmed Mona's desires to punish her. Flavious had a small alternate plan that would add some spice to this unfolding scene, �I see dear Mona. But first you must undergo a Roman test of valor. You and Lydia will oil each other to a sheen. Then with a signal from me, you will wrestle nude in that area with more oil put on the floor. Standing up will be a task for you both. Whoever pins the other wins the right to nipple whip the other. Fair?�
Julia smiled and nodded her agreement. The two slaves nodded. So did all the rest present. It seemed acceptable to all, Flavious nodded, �Good. Set up the special oil pool. You two prepare one another. Naked combat is good for the soul. Right, dear Julia?�
�Most indeed true, dear Flavious.�
Within a short time the two girls were coming to grips with each other. Enjoying their grappling and fondling of their private parts, Mona used her fingers to probe Lydia's smooth cleft. Lydia used her fingers to find Mona's sensitive ass-hole. Wet and oiled, the two explored different ways to make each other climax. Lydia tried to rub her nipples on Mona's but they only slipped and slithered across Mona's glistening chest. Lydia felt the erect tips of Mona's nipples brushing over her chest and slippery but quite naughty against her own firm buds.
The girls gripped and slipped in each other's grasp. In one position, Lydia managed to slide her nipple nearly into Mona's wet oily sex. It felt hot inside of Mona. She tried to slide more of her ample breast into Mona's slit. In a vane effort to keep the girls in line, Flavious stood, quite nude himself, holding a three thong training whip. He flicked it across Lydia's back. It clung and made the girl screw her mouth up in pain. He pulled it away and left a scarlet set of three lines across her naked back.
Lydia still pressed her breast firmly into Mona's wet cunt. The tip of her nipple felt quite hot and it began to tingle. She wondered if she'd been feeling the same sensations that a man felt when he was inside a woman. Her nipple was sensitive. Was it as sensitive as the end of a man's cock? Mona to say the least felt a pang of erotic passion as Lydia tried to press her large breast deeper into Mona's sex. The women struggled with their passions as much as they struggled with themselves. A quite well delivered flick of his thong, Flavious had caught Mona in a wrap that stung her left nipple. She squealed and jerked to free her bud from the chafe of the rawhide. Her dark skin shinning in erotic spender. The tip of her left nipple turning a deep red at the mercy of the harsh whip.
Bare breasts now suffering from exposure to three strips of rawhide. Shuddered and undulated about as if they had a mind of their own. Trying to escape the sting of the lash. Due in part to fatigue, Lydia had to lift herself up so that her breast slid out of Mona's cleft. Her nipple looked exceptionally agitated and erect. Wet now not only from the oils, but from the moisture that was pure Mona. A very glutton, Lydia worked her other breast into a position to slide down into Mona's sex. This time, Flavious took special aim and brought a firm whip-stroke down onto Lydia's bare back. She lunged forward and with a quite hard downward thrust of her breast waiting against Mona's cunt.
This did it. Lydia's breast slithered into Mona's gaping slit with relative ease. Her entire right breast was lodged inside of Mona. Mona's opening closed tightly over Lydia's boob. Both girls looked in wide eyed surprise. Anatomically this was impossible. Even Julia straightened up. She couldn't believe this really happened. The five other slave girls were in a tether. Giggling and rubbing their own nipples together. One of them, Gretchen tried to put her breast into Ebony. A kind of mock contrast of blonde and black Nubian, like the two locked breast to cunt in the oil pit. Flavious couldn't believe this really happened. He snapped the whip across Lydia's back, but she was firmly inside of Mona's cunt.
Even with the obvious humor of the situation, to Lydia a discomfort was settling in. Her breast felt like it was inside of a shrinking leather bag. Thinking back, she remembered hearing other slave girls talk of being punished by being sewed into freshly skinned leather hides. Hung up in the Sun while the hide would shrink and squeeze them something awful. Mona felt fully engorge with Lydia's full breast forcing her cunt to expand. In her deepest memories, she recalled stories of women being placed on large almost mushroom shaped prongs. Sometimes their Masters would fist fuck them until their cunts would stretch and hang loose. With a tingling feeling, Mona felt a warm fluid building up inside of her. Lydia was wet with milk. Mona's shrinking cunt was squeezing some of it out of her now.
It could be attributed to a well placed blow of Flavious' three thong. But as the thongs settled over Lydia's exposed nipple, it made her jerk in pain. With a sucking smack of wet flesh adjusting itself to the air. Lydia's breast popped free. Wet once again with the juices of Mona's lusty sex. Julia let out a snivel and shook her head. She thought she'd seen it all tonight.
Flavious ordered Honey and Lustina out of the oil pool. Barking orders to all five of them, he ordered Mona and Lydia scrubbed clean with special shampoos. After a refreshing swim and more food, the action continued. Lydia's right breast was a bit red from its encounter with Mona's vagina. Lydia in a soft tease of a voice, noted that maybe Mona's baby wanted to suck on her nipple. They all had to chuckle at that! Both girls now completely squeaky clean. Stood ready for their ultimate challenge. With that bizarre encounter with Lydia's breast, gave a lot of truth to Mona's accusation of Lydia's impudent nipples.
Picking up the switch, Julia handed it to Mona. Lustina and Honey were elected to hold onto Lydia's wrists. Gretchen and Ebony gripped and spread her legs. Felina stepped behind and held Lydia's arms and using her own legs forced Lydia to stand in a spread eagle. Mona took up her position. With careful aim, she held the switch ready. These strokes fell as if in slow motion. A steady back stroke produced a firm slice of the switch. It was a simple wet kind of sound. Like that of water being struck. Again, the tell tail dent across Lydia's bare nipples. They sprang back up pushing the rod involuntarily with them.
As if nothing was any different, Mona lifted the switch back up. Renewing her previous position. Again the awful whisking sound. Followed by the wet sounding SNICK of ancient wood against soft girl flesh. Two nipples again shoved the wood upward as they popped back to regain their normal appearance.
Another renewal of positions. A swift slice of wood through the air. A sore but still normal looking set of nipples held fast to their task of tossing off wooden intruders. For what seemed like forever, this action became almost repetitive. A high born switch. Two impacted nipples. A slight jerk of Lydia's chest. And the whole darned thing began again.
It was almost euphoric. Like nothing else in the world could ever happen. What did however, happen, was that Lydia had finally caught her breath. This switch had from the get go, literally knocked the wind out of her. The open gape that was her mouth and the wild rolling of her eyes were the tell tail signs of pain that went surprisingly unnoticed. It happened in a split second. Lydia's chest heaved a deep breath of air. A high pitched careening scream poured out of this wonderful girl. Enough for Julia to cover her ears. It made Mona stoop her switching for a few moments. The orchestra stopped playing its tender harp music. Flavious even covered his ears.
The five slave girls held her fast. In spite of her strong struggles. Lydia shook her nudity in such a way that both of her breasts swayed to and fro. As if by magic. Two delightful nipples, erect and healthy turned a bright crimson. Sending a pulsing pain coursing through their owners. In the course of history for Mona, Lydia was the first blonde, or for that matter, white woman to be subjected to the Luna Switch. I guess that a woman's race was of no matter. What did matter was if she could accept the switching.
Nubian women had been educated to accept such pain on their bare nipples. No known school had been started to tell a girl how to react to raw pain of this magnitude. Lydia was doing quite well. She'd regained some of her composure. From appearances she was settling back to receive more of these awful nasty slashes from the Luna Switch. It felt literally like a knife was being drawn across her bare nipples.
Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to get use to what was nothing more than snot slinging pain. To gaze at her nipples, actually looking quite healthy, it became hard to understand the fuss. Positions were again taken. The switch was on high once more and another series of deft strokes found bare nipples all exposed and waiting. Like troopers lined up for the onslaught. Lydia's nipples repelled the invader into their space with pride. It was obvious that both breasts and nipples were most unhappy with the attack. Never the less, they pouted their sassy bounce and braved the attack.
It was Lydia's tears that melted Mona's heart. She knew that Lydia couldn't hold out much longer. Why, she herself, fainted with the first six when she was a young girl. Looking at her red, puffy eyes, Mona grimaced at Lydia and gently cupped her breasts into the palms of her hands. Not realizing that Lydia's left nipple brushed against the awful horn of the switch. It vibrated as if it was being tweaked.
Mona at the orders of Julia, took up her position again. With a high arc, the switch sliced the nipples squarely on. Keeping with Nubian tradition, to slow up was to show remorse and mercy, she rapidly sliced Lydia at least thirty more times. This caused the blonde to slobber and gasp. She coughed and struggled against firm hands that held her in place. How could Mona be so accurate with this switch against her bouncing nipples. No matter as to how, the fact is that she scored a hit every time. Her throbbing nipples pounding to jump off of her chest and escape the relentless switch. It came in a complete flood. Blow after blow was so unceasingly accurate against her red, turgid nipples. Lydia formed words that didn't make it out of her mouth.
Mona was in her Nubian rhythm now. Ironically the orchestra behind her began a primitive beat of the drums. Almost in time with the blows of the switch. How could any woman give herself up to such a switching? No mercy. All that could be heard most of the time, except when Lydia caught her breath enough to scream, was a swish of the switch followed by a pronounced wet sounding `SNICK'. Lydia's bare nipples were being punished beyond human endurance. She looked about her and seeing the steady rise and fall of the switch across her nipples began to slip into a drunken pain wracked zone of unconsciousness.
Things began to fade around her. The throb in her nipples began to disappear. She tried to focus on Mona but even she began to fade away. A cold bucket of water revived her. Felina dried her off. The switch began again. This time her reactions were more vocal. She gasped a deep throated wail with each stroke.
Again the real world began to fade. Blackness. Julia motioned for Mona to stop as she commented, �I'd say she's had enough for now. How many would you guess you gave her, Mona?�
�Mistress Julia, about a hundred and sixty.�
�I'd say you never miss a one. Look at her nipples will you. They must be fairly blistered.� Flavious looked and lightly touched one of Lydia's pulsing nipples.
�Flavious, look no blood. Not a split piece of skin. Every stroke fell directly across her bare nipples. Not a missed stroke anytime. Mona, you really do know how to punish a girl.�
�It's not me, mistress. The switch has a purpose. To punish those who desire punishment.�
�It makes my nipples throb just looking at her.� Gretchen piped.
Flavious motioned for silence. It was now time to revive poor Lydia. Another change in the plan, so to speak, he continued, �Mona, you will revive Lydia. Both of you will go back into the oil pool. I suggest that you do something to her to make her wish to punish your superb nipples. With all candor aside, I don't care what excuse she uses.�
With out any further delay. Mona and Lydia began to recapture their old spirit. In fact, Lydia was beginning to accept her torture under the switch as just another new experience. In the oil pool, Lydia and Mona started their usual play. Lydia was still a bit woozy from her awful nipple torture. They were a might sore at that, too.
�Mona you can do anything that you like to get a rise out of Lydia. Even heavy fondling.�
Lydia and Mona began a playful slapping and poking of one another. This quickly led to more pronounced play. Mona taking hold of Lydia's right breast by its sore nipple didn't help matters any. She gripped it in a firm clamp on its very sore tip using only her thumb and index finger. What seemed like only a splash and slip, found Lydia with her back to Mona and her butt firmly against Mona's bare sex. She even felt Mona's firm breasts pressed against her smooth back.
This action led to Mona's quick seize and fondling of Lydia's sorely ripe nipples. How much of this torture could Lydia take? Lydia began to chide at Mona to let go of her nipples and quit fondling them. The action was making them quite sore.
Mona brought her foot up against Lydia's ass-hole. The effect of the oil allowed Mona's big toe to slip into Lydia's small butt hole. This was a renewal of Lydia's main concern for her tender rectum. Even with the oil, Lydia's nipples began to get sore from the deft fingers of Mona's hands. She really began a pattern of sore worry to Lydia's erect and recently switched nipples. Literally pulling and twisting those buds, Lydia was now in helpless pain. Her nipples tipped sore with the fire of harsh fondling. Left her in a throbbing world of hurting. Flavious called a halt to the awful treatment of Lydia's flaming sore nipples. Lydia gasped a sigh of relief.
With a new call to arms, Flavious heard Lydia's plea to be allowed to punish Mona for what she called crimes against her nipples. The fact that her twin cones were obviously sore gave justification for Flavious to grant her wish. Julia presented Lydia with the Luna Switch. Mona gasped and shuddered in anticipation of the sting of this whip. Mona presented breasts full and ready for maximum impact. Her nipples stood high and proud. Both girls complete in their bare nakedness. One being held in readiness. The other completing her last minute adjustments. Julia looked at the scene and began to fondle herself. Flavious did the same.
�Doesn't Lydia look simply delicious in her bronze nudity. Holding up that switch...�
�She makes a darling contrast. In such a position to lash a lovely African like Mona. Ironically with a device of her tribe's own making.�
�You know, I have a feeling that Mona will take a great deal more of the whip than Lydia did.�
�You may be right.�
�I know I'm right.� Flavious looked with a glance of anger at Julia's apparent hostility. He sensed a kind of `know it all' tone to her voice. With all positions in ready. Lydia raised the awful switch to a high. In a carbon copy of Mona's strokes, Lydia subjected Mona to nipple splitting pain. Mona simply gave her head a quick shake. No candor about this girl. No apparent assessment of how hard or easy the stroke was. Just a simple shake of her head, followed by a ear piercing scream. It lasted for only a few seconds. Lydia rubbed the limb across Mona's swollen nipples. They took on the appearance of dark rubber. Another stroke, in the manner of strict delivery. It fairly bounced off those rubbery nipples of Mona's. Another quick shake of the head followed by a shrilling scream. Lydia's application of this African terror switch, for females. Continued at a frightful pace. Stroke followed stroke. Each one impacting over bare nipples and leaving their owner in such a horrible state of affairs. Mona became almost uncontrollable. Her feelings focused only on the tips of her nipples.
Mona's mind began to drift, she recalled her instructor, Girl Tigra. Tigra became the only girl in the tribe to sustain nine steady hours of the switch. Her secret was preparation. She rubbed her nipples against stones. Over the coarse bark of old trees. Knelt before the high priestess and had her nipples raked with coarse leather. She had herself bound, naked facing the hot Sun. All to make her nipples more able to withstand the pain. As Mona's mind drifted, she began to actually accept the searing pain of the nasty strokes of the hard switch. Her body jerked with each stroke, followed by a shrilling gasp moan. The jerking made her breasts bounce and shudder visibly. Unprotected nipples turned from a dark, earthy brown to a puffy bright crimson in a matter of a few minutes. �(SWIT) AH! (SWIT) AH! (SWIT) AH! (SWIT) AH!�
On and on went the nasty horrid switching. Ripe nipples becoming blistered under the relentless rod.
Her red nipples sought only solace. The endless array of strokes made Mona drift into and out of a faint. No swollen eyes ready to pop tears. Just a girl faced with a gut jerking, fingernail snapping, vice gripped world of pain. Her blazing nipples ready to pop rich red blood at the very next stroke. Funny thing, but the blood never came. For either Mona. Or, Lydia.
Remembering her early days of slavery. Mona recalled how she howled out loud when she had been selected for a breast flogging. A thin Danuba overseer, armed with a slender, cowhide whip. In a demonstration of his absolute power over the female slaves, elected to breast flog Eleeta and Mona. Eleeta was a slender, Nigerian maid. Both had been strung up naked in the sun with their wrists over their heads. The two girls standing nipple to nipple waiting for their flogging. Seeing their erect nipples rubbing together. The Danuba man used his hand to excite the two sets of breasts. He re-positioned them back to back. Using nasty side arm strokes, he delivered a stout breast flogging to both Eleeta and Mona. That was the first time she ever recalled actually howling under the lash. She howled like a bitch in heat. It was this howling, that she recalled to most. So much that it was like she was howling now. In actually her whimpers turned to howls. She'd closed her eyes to re-open them looking at Lydia still applying the switch to her blistered nipples.
At first she almost didn't recognize Lydia. The expression on her face was distorted. She had her mouth slightly open and her tongue was in the left corner of her lips. What was becoming unusual to Mona was the large white spots that appeared before her eyes. Sometimes these spots turned red. At first she didn't think of the pain. Yet it was certainly there. The steady rise and fall of the switch gave her the only proof that she was being beaten with it. The sharpness of the impacts had by now become dull thuds. She was so drunk from the effects of the switch, that all she was conscious of feeling was her breasts bouncing on her chest. It actually had began to feel like Lydia was just raking the switch on them and not actually beating her with it.
Her nipples took on a very raw look. Swollen to nearly twice their normal size, they'd become a bright red. After her howls had subsided, she began a deep throated, but faint moan, �(SWIT) Hunga... (SWIT) Hunga... (SWIT) Hunga... (SWIT) Hunga...� With each stroke of the switch, came a wet sound, followed by her breasts bouncing followed by her faint throaty moan. On and on went her switching. Mona's tender nipples seemed to be able to stand this punishment for ever. In what now must have been more than a few hours, Mona's pain evolved to a new level. She couldn't faint. All she could do is linger. For as long as it'd take. Linger and linger, stroke after stroke. As more time went by, Mona had now lapsed into a euphoric state. She was not unconscious nor was she awake. Her moans had become a hiss of breath between her teeth. What was ominous was the way her head lolled and rocked only slightly as the whip struck. The only thing that remained consistent was the sound of the switch against her nipples and the steady bounce of her breasts. Her nipples were flaming red blisters on her chest. Looking ready to explode with the next stroke. No such a thing. By the story of this rod, she could take several more days of this slicing.
In one of the bravest actions anyone ever witnessed, Ebony steeped up between Mona and the nasty switch. In such a quick action, that it was too late for Lydia to stop her stroke. That one stroke, split Ebony's twin tips squarely. It brought sense to Lydia and everyone else. Even to Mona. As if by magic, Ebony's perky buds looked almost unharmed. A bit of a sting actually, but absolutely none the worse for ware. The odd thing was the condition of both Lydia and Mona's nipples. They looked simply raw and blistered. It was as if both women had used the switch for hours on each other. Yet clearly, Lydia gave out long before Mona. While Lydia was slashing Mona's nipples, hers actually appeared somewhat normal.
Without thinking, Flavious picked up the switch without it being handed to him by a woman. Bad idea. He dropped the switch and grabbed his balls. In a panic state, he grouped for Julia. She went to him and looked at the switch, saying with concern, �Flavious. Flavious, did you pick up the switch?� He nodded. �Quickly, you two on your knees. I want you both over here on your knees facing each other, nipple to nipple. I really don't care how sore your nipples are. Get over here now!�
Mona and Lydia looking at each other, stood and walked over to Julia and Flavious. They knelt down and looked at each other and gingerly pressed the tips of their breasts together. Both girls let out a soft whine.
Seeing the two sets of ruby colored nipple tips pressing together, eased some of Flavious' hurt. He began to get an erection, looking at the two girls gently rubbing their sore nipples together. Julia coaxed the two girls, �Keep it up girls. It's working. Now, Flavious stand up and take yourself off squirting over these wonderfully switched pairs of nipples. Come real heavy over the two of them.�
He began to pump himself in strong, heavy strokes. The length of his cock grew and swelled in his hand. It turned as red as the tips of the girl's nearly raw nipples. The approach of his climax, now fully evident due to the moisture expelling from the tip of his cock. As he neared his climax, he closed his eyes. His mouth dropped open and he began gasp. Tossing his head back, he jerked almost wildly on it for several seconds. He rolled his head back forward and with a shudder of his body and a ripple of his muscles. From the end of his cock poured forth a thick white cream. It came out in squirts that jetted down on the girl's twin breasts. As he finished the last of his orgasm, he settled down and gave Julia a real relieved look. His sense of relief in part from his climax and part from that awful burning in his balls going away.
Julia noticed the two girls rubbing their cum coated nipples and breasts together. Ironically they appeared to be a lot less sore than before. They were now rubbing quite firmly and almost slapping their tits together. Almost giggling. By now the five other slave girls were busily fingering either each other or themselves. Gretchen was on her knees and had her long tongue buried deeply into Ebony's bare sex. Her fingers fondling Ebony's perky nipples. Ebony's eyes were almost rolling with pleasure. She was enthralled with this blonde's tongue lapping deep into her bare slit. The smooth dark skin of the girl glistened as her passions rose. In deep gasps she whimpered, Gretchen... Oh, my Gretchen...� She continued in breathy moans, �Oh... Oh... Aha... Stop it sweet girl, before you're caught... Oh... Oh...� Ebony climaxed as softly as she could. A deep moan and shudder, followed by a fluttering of her eyelids. She came, more than once.
�Julia wouldn't you say Gretchen took a few stolen liberties with Ebony?�
�Yes, Flavious, I'd surely say that. You think she needs a good whipping to teach her not to steal?�
�I'd say a lashing or flogging would be in order. By all means one administered by the very victim of her theft. She was sucking the very passion out of little Ebony. I bet she did that completely without asking. Not only a thief, but a rude one at that, too.�
�Ebony, come over here and bring that little blonde thief with you. Drag her by her hair.�
�Flavious, just look at those two. Ebony has such nice round breasts with perky nipples. Gretchen, just look at her melons. So bronze and dusky.�
�You know Julia, when I bought Gretchen, the overseer was punishing her. She'd been strung up by her ankles between two posts, naked. Her sex puffy and swollen in the hot Sun.�
�How was he punishing her?�
�A Nubian girl, evidently being punished herself with nipple stones dangling down from her buds, held a fist full of nettles. She'd been whipping them over Gretchen's bare breasts and sex. She veritably howled for relief.� Flavious described.
�Oh, yes, nipple stones, I've heard of them. Aren't they an Egyptian method of torture for a Nubian woman? Devised because Nubian females spend their entire lives bare breasted.� Julia quarried.
�The Nubian had been nettled herself. Her nipples were swollen beyond belief. The lips of her sex had swollen to nearly twice their normal size. She hated to have to stand there and nettle this little blonde slut. I recall Gretchen had peed as a result of the nettling on her bare cleft.�
�Well, Flavious, shall we have her nettled now?�
�No. A simple lashing will do. Let Ebony do it. You go ahead and order it. Have Honey and Lustina prepare her. Send Felina for the whip. Those blondes are very sensuous under the lash.�
�Flavious, you are a rascal.�
�Julia? Sleep with me tonight. I'll have these two in with us again.� He points to Mona and Lydia.
�Maybe I'd enjoy Mona whipping Lydia with a regular whip and not that clever switch.�
�Good idea. For now, do as I have ordered and let Mona and Lydia swim and play the rest of the evening. Oh, let them know you are staying. To play...�
The scene was arranged. Gretchen was strung up with a single rope, by her wrists. Her legs spread and bound wide. She had her back to the view of Flavious and Julia. The side curves of her breasts shuddered visibly, as she struggled in her bondage. Felina handed to Ebony a slender braided whip some six feet long. It was coiled. As she looked at it. She glanced toward Flavious. She smiled and uncoiled the whip letting it snake out on the marble floor. Flavious took a big drink of wine and acted like it was another situation to be dealt with. Gretchen looked back over her shoulder at Ebony. Her forehead crisped up. Julia nodded her approval to begin the whipping. In a whistling crack of the whiplash, followed by a muffled scream. Again, the lash bit into the tawny fleshed back of the nude blonde's splendid skin. She shuddered and let out a muted gasp.
Another stroke brought a welted snap and gasp from the lovely naked girl dangling from a tether. Lash played on lash followed by gasp and groan. Gretchen writhed and twisted in her bondage. As she began to sweat more under the lashing, the whip sounded wet as it struck her skin. Julia noticed Gretchen's bronze nudity being scalloped with welts. One of Gretchen's nipples became swollen under the dint of the lash. Flavious noticed how Ebony drug a number of strokes across Gretchen's breasts letting the ends of the whip chafe her nipples. A knock on the door from a guard by the name of Panos that led to another encounter of similar proportions. Panos opened up the door that led to Flavious' swimming area. Inside he glanced to see a girl, Gretchen, dangling from a single rope tether. The door creaked as it swung wider revealing a sweating
Nubian girl lashing a very nude Gretchen. The blonde's body was streaked with red crisscrossing welts.
Panos saw Gretchen toss her head back and gasp as the whip coiled around her breasts. They swayed and bounced under the awful stroke. Flavious asked impatiently, �What is it Panos?�
�Message from the Emperor, Sire.�
�Let me have it.� Flavious put out his arm.
As Flavious read the message from Imperial Rome. In the background could be heard the steady cracking of the lash against Gretchen's bronze nudity. Panos glanced now and again at the sumptuous writhing of the lovely blonde slave girl. She was just being whipped for the amusement of her Master and mistress.
Flavious noticed Panos' eyes falling over toward Gretchen. He continued to read, �It seems that Rome want's my expertise at staging an event. Julia, the Emperor himself wants me to set up a sexual arena for his personal amusement. One that never closes.�
�I think I know what he has in mind...� Julia whispers a lot of ideas into Flavious' mind. Flavious nods his approval of her whispering, �Good. Dear one, stay with me for a few weeks. You can help me give the Emperor his arena plans...�
�Thank you, Master. For allowing me to serve you...�
�Besides, Julia, you will get a chance to watch Lydia and Mona grow larger bellies. I'm going to work on them both again tonight. After I give you a thrill or two...�
�Dearest, no seed in me please. After all I am making a good life of being a vestal. You do know what happens to a vestal that gets pregnant?�
�I've heard that they are flogged constantly...�
�She is chained in a deep grotto. Naked turning a slow heavy mill stone. Being whipped by a tall, nude, Nubian woman. At night, the girl is made to have girl sex with the Nubian woman. Usually she is kept in a special cage. Chained to the bars from time to time to be used by all of the vestals. When she begins to `show' her swollen belly, she is then left to the mercy of the Nubian. She is used in many obscene ways. One of the Nubian's favorite tortures is to suck and massage her breasts to fill with milk. She then milks the girl several times per day. This causes her nipples to swell and become very sore. Sometimes the Nubian uses a supple switch on the girl's tender nipples. Causing her to cry and wail as she slaves at the wheel.�
�Sounds like you know what happens to them?�
�There have been more than one pregnant vestal, my dear Flavious. Just not me. Besides, I love to watch...�

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