Friend

Vector Marcus Elexeous stood in Flavious' parlor. He looked about at the drapery on the walls and the excellent art on display. A slave girl with bells on her breasts trotted through carrying a jar on her shoulder. She made off toward the kitchen. Her jingling echoed and died off to an inaudible tinkle in the maze of the villa.
Flavious and Julia had entered, both clad in skimpy togas. They eyed Marcus still in his travel cloths.
“Marcus it is a pleasure to see you. You look so hot and dusty in that garb. Julia send for Mona to tend to Marcus' garbs.”
Julia said nothing, turned to go an fetch Mona, smiled over her shoulder at a gawking Marcus. She lifted her bare feet in a dainty manner. “Flavious my old friend. You are doing wonderfully. I must admit that I am a bit confined and hot in these garbs. That girl looked radiant. Who is she Flavious?”
“Vestal Julia.”
“Julia? Your joking. Julia's much older than her. The last time I saw Julia, she looked old and tired...”
“Really, Marcus, it's Julia. What she needed was some rest and relaxation. Like you do my friend.”
In a few moments, Julia led in Mona, with a collar and chain leash. Mona was now beginning to show her rounder belly. Marcus eyed the dark beauty he nodded as he spoke, “Pregnant, eh? Yours?”
Flavious smiled and commented as he nibbled on an olive, “Marcus, why have you come?”
“You son of a stallion. Well, I guess it won't be a secret for long. Caesar wants another show. One that is a real stopper. He wants to see more of your blonde Amazon, Velanna.”
“I'm sure things can be arranged. I have a new cargo of fresh female and male slaves arriving tomorrow. You can see them for yourself. Give him a first hand report of the new arrivals. They come from Greece, Norse, Spana, China, Egypt, Elands, Germanus, Rusk, North Africa and a newly discovered land in the distant far West.”
“Sounds delightful, Flavious. I told the Emperor myself of your special talents. I remember how you out foxed me on that purchase of Gretchen. How is the dear girl?” As he spoke those words, as if on cue, Carlos led in a naked Gretchen with her back arched against a strut. Her breasts bouncing and jiggling as she struggled against the strut. Marcus looked astounded as he spoke out loud, “Carlos, what has she done this time?”
“The normal, sire. Can't keep her hands off the novice girls in the Arena cells.”
“Marcus, she's a randy little lesbian.” Marcus raised his eyebrows. He appraised Gretchen's sexual beauty. She was kneeling with her legs slightly spread. Her clitoris peeked out between the lips of her sex. It gave her the appearance of a street whore. Her back arched on a strut made her breasts stand out. On display so to speak. With bowed head, Gretchen heard the sentence pronounced on her. A tear rolled down her Sun bronzed cheek.
“Carlos, Julia and I will be bathing shortly. String her up in the archway inside of the baths. Have Honey lash her. We'll be down shortly to witness.”
Carlos nodded his respect for his Master and left dragging Gretchen with him.
“Flavious? Would it be possible...”
“Yes. It would. Mona, take Vector Marcus to the ruby room. Assist him. Marcus, join Julia and I in the bath house in half an hour or so. As soon as you are settled in. You'll find comfortable clothing in the room. Did you bring any slaves with you?”
“Yes. Jasmine.”
“Ah. Have her join in with us. Mona will show you the way.”
At the door to Flavious' private baths, Mona lightly knocked two then three knocks. The door opened. As it creaked wider, Marcus could hear a slicing sound of a whiplash followed by a girl's high noted cry. It seemed distant. He could hear but not see the girl being whipped. As he stepped in, a shadow of a girl standing with her wrists crossed above her head and her legs spread played on the far wall. Another shadowy figure appeared behind the girl applying the whip. The outline was most surely that of another girl. From the silhouettes they cast, they were obviously naked. The outline of their erect nipples revealed a minimum of bare breasts receiving the lash.
Marcus could see Julia and Flavious playing in the waters. Lustina and Lydia were bathing them. Ebony and Felina were fingering each others nipples and whispering as they obviously had a good vantage point to view the whipping. The lashes grew louder as well as the outcries. Two torches burned brightly behind the girl standing and being lashed. Marcus saw it was Gretchen. She stood with her arms crossed at the wrists. A single cord drew them through a ring above in the archway. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to ring-bolts set into the stone. The girl whipping her was also blonde. Her name was Honey. Both girls glistened with sweat. Marcus could hardly take his eyes off Gretchen. He watched as the whip snaked around her nudity. It left a red streak in its wake.
“She's going to take several more lashes before I let her down, Marcus. Join in.” As the door closed behind him, Jasmine followed him in. She winced as she heard the sound of the whip. Jasmine was a dusky oriental girl. Her bare cleft in the perfect shape of a key hole. Dark nipples tipped her smallish golden breasts. Her hair was long and flowed down to the upper slope of her ass. Which was quite round and dimpled with noticeable 'God's thumb-prints'. Her legs seemed very long and her navel was cute and swirled about a large gold ring. A larger more noticeable gold ring passed through her clitoris. Though not inserted, were a matching set of rings for her nipples.
Marcus had her remove her nipple rings. She was nervous because each time he did, her nipples were whipped. “She's lovely, Marcus.” Julia complemented.
“Yes, Marcus! How did you manage to keep her such a secret. With her looks alone, all of Rome must be in a tizzy. If I were you, I would surely hide her from the Emperor. Your secret is safe with us...”
All the while this chat was going on, in the background could be heard the steady rhythm of the lash. It made a steady “WHIST” sound followed by a slap of wet leather. Accented by Gretchen's pitiful sharp rasping squeal. Marcus had Jasmine's nipple rings on his thumb. At Julia's coaxing, he re-attached them to her nipples. She seemed a bit more at ease as Marcus had never punished her while she wore her rings. In a show off manner, Jasmine turned this way and that revealing both her nudity and her rings.
The whipping of Gretchen continued. Honey's arm was getting tired. Not half as tired as Gretchen's nudity at taking her lashing. “Both of you join us now in the pool.” Julia invited with a most seductive voice.
Lustina fingered Julia's sex beneath the water and fondled her nipples. She kissed Julia fully on the mouth. As Julia returned the kiss, she felt Lustina's hard nipples press against her own. Mona was now in the bath and along with Lydia, they washed their Master. Making his cock hard, Lydia took another fucking from him. He slid deeper into her. Deeper than before. He felt a warm swollen ridge deep inside of her matrix. It seemed to attach itself to the end of his cock. He actually felt like it was sucking on him. He flooded her with his cum. Another dose to reassure everyone that Julia's slave girl was pregnant by Julia's Master.
Marcus slipped into the bath and Jasmine followed him. This was the first time that he could get a good look at Gretchen's whipping. He got an instant erection looking at her twisting, writhing and wailing under the whip. She was beginning to look like a zebra. “Marcus I have noticed that you are diverted to looking at Gretchen getting her whipping. I am trying to make the little slut learn a lesion. By the way, Honey is a feast for sore eyes isn't she?”
Marcus nodded. His eyes fixed on the scene before him. Gretchen writhing as the whip snaked around her breasts and again around her hips. He saw the bronze skin of the lovely nude Honey whipping Gretchen. Her breasts bouncing and undulating as her arm first went back and then again forward to apply the lash.
Julia swam over to Flavious and whispered in his ear. She nibbled at his earlobe and giggled. “Honey, stop whipping Gretchen for now. Join us in the water for a while.” Flavious ordered. Honey stopped the whipping, if only for the sake of her arm. It was quite stiff. She must have dealt Gretchen more than a hundred lashes. Gretchen hung silently and breathed heavily. As she did her breasts heaved and quivered. She was covered pretty much everywhere from the nape of her neck to her ankles with welts.
“Flavious? Can I go to her and use...”
“Of course, Marcus, put it to her hard. Honey, before you get in, coat Gretchen's sex and ass with oil.”
Marcus climbed out of the pool and went over to Gretchen who was still heaving and breathing hard from her whipping. He began by fondling her whip swollen nipples. Then using his free hand, he manipulated her sex. Marcus didn't even look at her, but he called to Jasmine to pleasure Flavious and Julia. She obliged.
It wasn't long before Marcus was inside of Gretchen. He fucked her with a firm resolve. Flavious looked at Lustina and Honey. He glanced at the carved marble phalluses, which lined the opposite side of the pool to where Gretchen was bound. They were large and looked entirely too big for the girlish guts of Lustina and Honey.
“You two, bar sluts, mount the stone images. Be quick about it.”
The two girls looked at each other and scrambled towards the huge erect phallic symbols. In a all too sudden motion, Honey slipped herself down onto one of the large stone shafts. It made a wet gurgling sound. Julia saw it disappear inside of her. Honey was in a squat position. Lustina followed suit. Using extra bath water, she slid her ass over one of the large shafts. Her bowels seemed to make a protesting gurgle.
Flavious swam closer to them. “Comfortable?” The two girls nodded. He looked at Jasmine, “Good.”
In a simple but cruel move, he grabbed their ankles and yanked them towards the edge of the pool. Lustina was first and she settled down onto the shaft even more. Again the protesting gurgle in her guts.
Feeling better about doing it herself, Honey was nearly finished splaying her feet outward when he pulled on her ankles and settled her down hard on the symbol. Her vagina passed a little bit of air and swallowed the whole thing. Both girls were now quite stuffed. Flavious really didn't notice it, but Julia did. It was Lustina that didn't take a breath. When she relaxed to take a breath some gas came out around her ass. She shook her head and bit her lower lip. Flavious was swimming away and ready to make a comment about his two lusty slave girls when Lustina let out a horrendous wail. Her face was twisted in awful pain. Honey had screwed up her face ready to let out a whopper of a scream. She did, “A AARRGH!”
“Marcus these two really are hurting aren't they. Could it be the size of those things?” Flavious asked.
Marcus smiled. Now he'd have something on Flavious. “Jasmine. Go to the largest one of those erect things that those two whimpering sops are protesting. Lower yourself, first your sex then later your ass over them and set with the patients as I have taught you.”
“Yes, my Master.” Jasmine's reply was sure and congeal. She got out of the pool and coated herself with the same oil that Honey put on Gretchen. Strolling over to the symbols. She found a pair of exceptionally large ones. They were close together. Rubbing herself in a very seductive way to coat her hands with oil, she coated the symbols. In a kind of rhythmic dance, she lowered herself down to allow the two large symbols to penetrate her at both ends at once. Slowly lowering herself down onto the hard stones, she allowed time for the air to quietly escape. This would reduce the pressure on her guts. In just a few moments, the girl was flat butted on the floor. Her legs out-stretched and she opened them and closed them in mock rhythm to unheard music.
Julia was impressed. To say the least about Flavious. “Marcus. Do I see what I think I see. Two shafts at once inside of Jasmine?”
“That is correct. When I bought her. She was being punished on a pair of shafts three times larger than these. All I saw was a small tear in her eye. I paid dearly for her.”
“I can see why. If word of her got out, Marcus, I'd just have to buy her and put on quite a show of her. You wouldn't want to lend her to me for the Emperor's party?”
Marcus shook his head. He was still fucking Gretchen. “Marcus, I tell you what, I will trade Gretchen to you for her. She's got to be tighter that Jasmine...”
“Flavious my friend, let me think on it. Perhaps if you let me have Gretchen for the night it will help?”
“Deal. But only if you let Julia and I play with Jasmine.”
“That seems fair. Jasmine you will sleep tonight with Flavious and Julia. You wouldn't throw Honey in with the deal. You know how I like to play with blondes.”
“Sure, but she is not part of the trade.”
“Agreed.”
Jasmine sat on the shafts for what must have been an hour. Honey and Lustina could not get off of them without help. Ebony and Felina helped them, but not without dropping them back down a couple of times. Much to the painful wails that echoed inside the bath. Jasmine giggled at the scene. With the grace of a supple dancer, Jasmine raised herself off the shafts with seemingly effortless motions. It was quite arousing to watch. Julia fucked Flavious as she watched Jasmine's dance. Marcus fucked Gretchen as he looked into her deep blue eyes. His fingers flicked her nipples. His tongue lapped at the welts over her shoulders.
Flavious ordered Ebony and Felina to fetch some food as they would dine in the baths this evening. It was done. Marcus let loose on Gretchen's ropes. She melted into his arms. As the last morsel of food on Marcus' plate was about to be consumed, Flavious leaned over to Julia and whispered into her ear. She giggled and got up. Like a little girl she skipped over to the door and blowing Flavious a kiss, she left. Marcus was fondling Gretchen's left breast. He fed a fig to her.
“She fucks marvelous, Flavious.”
“Yes. Especially after a whipping. I personally used my whip on her that night I bought her. She fucked like a bitch in heat.”
“You are lucky my friend...”
“Tell me, does your oriental Peony fuck as sweetly after a lashing?”
“Like a tiger.”
“A tiger?”
“Hum, you see when I do have her flogged I remove her rings. She knows she's about to get it when I tell her to remove them herself. One of the hottest fucks I ever got from her was after I switched her nipples. I used a fresh laurel switch. It made them swell nearly twice their normal size. Stayed that way for nearly a week. Flavious, they really were puffed up. She couldn't put her rings back on for ten days. Honestly, her cunt got wet if I even picked up the switch. She'd clutch her nipples and whimper.”
Flavious smiled and shook his head. He plopped a fig into Lydia's mouth. Mona was sucking his cock.
The familiar two followed by three knocks, told Flavious that Julia was back. With her were Vectus and Zeneibus. All of them were naked. Ebony and Felina went to Vectus and Zeneibus. They kissed them. Immediately their hands fell to weigh the two men's sex. Ebony was already stroking Zeneibus' shaft to a ridged hardness. Flavious leaned to Julia, “Knowing you, it would have been difficult to keep your hands off these two studs.”
“Master, I promise you on my life, you are the only man who'll fuck me while I live in your house...” Julia was sincere and truthful. Flavious looked at her and smiled, “You know I have ways of making sure.”
“My Master may question me under the lash if he pleases. Put me up over there. Where you had Gretchen bound and Whip me.”
Without taking his eyes off of Julia, he called, “Honey, go to my chamber and fetch my long black whip.”
Julia's nipples grew erect and firm she was ready for the lash from her Master. She really was being truthful. “It seems I must give my special slave girl a lesion in keeping her hands to herself. Am I to trust her returning with two very handsome and nude males...”
Vectus started to speak in Julia's defense, but Felina kissed him and made him shut up. She whispered to him, “Quiet you fool, she wants a whipping from him. He is her Master now. Just watch...”
“Am I to believe that this very beautiful slave girl just couldn't manage to keep her hands to herself. Not to even touch these two hung males? Or, to keep them from touching her? I certainly can't blame these two healthy men from a simple fondle of a breast or a finger into this lovely moist slit of hers...” Flavious began to fondle her breasts and finger her lovely bare slit in front of the group. He even poked his little finger inside of her ass. “Or, even inside of her lovely bung.” Julia let out a mewing whimper. Flavious put his index finger up to Julia's lips and she sucked on it. “As it is, I must lash this girl. Whip her just to be sure...”
His words were interrupted by Honey's return. She handed him his black snake whip. He motioned for Honey to fix Julia into the same position that Gretchen had been bound earlier. Standing now with her arms above her head. Crossed and tied at the wrists. Her legs obscenely spread and corded to the ring-bolts in the floor. Julia was ready for a whipping. “I don't want you to thing that I am particularly cruel. A simple lashing won't do for her. It might get her too aroused. Slave Julia is here for punishment.”
Flavious begin her punishment with those words. He is a good looking man. Standing up with his body fully poised he uncoiled his whip. It slithered across the polished floor. Like an evil bee, it hissed and flew to a spot in the center of her back. It was a shock to everyone as much as to Julia. An instant welt formed. Julia tossed her head back and let out a deep throaty gasp. Again, the whip flew and this time in a wrap coiled itself about her breasts. The tip of the whip curling about for a second wrap only cut short enough to snap on her right nipple. The head as before tossed back and another throaty gasp escaped her lips. Lash upon lash, gasp upon gasp. Flavious whipped his slave girl to punish her wanton behavior. When at last the whipping stopped. He yanked back on her hair and rubbed his whip across her swollen nipples. She twisted and writhed brushing her nipples against his whip. Flavious snapped his fingers at Honey to get him his switch. She responded with a quickness that meant he could change his mind about the whipping if she displeased him. Up and down the switch rubbed on her erect tips. It was a thin cane like apparition. With a quicker than eye flick of his wrist, he painted her nipples with a thin red line. He repeated the stroke three more times. Lydia knew her mistress. She didn't outcry with the switching, simply because it took her breath away.
It was awful for dear Julia. She became quite aroused. Marcus traced his finger over Gretchen's welts. Mona felt obliged to suck on Marcus. Honey fell to her knees and sucked on Flavious while he plied the switch to Julia's nipples. Tiring of her nipples to switch, he continued on the lips of her sex. More than once did he strike her tender clitoris. Julia let out a yelp that sounded like a breathy combination of a hiccup and a scream.
Honey made Flavious cum into her mouth. Marcus exploded in Mona's mouth. Both Ebony and Felina were on their hands and knees. Vectus and Zeneibus were busily fucking the two girls doggy style. First in their cunts then in their asses. A few more slices with the switch had Julia climaxing and gasping with oh's and ah's. As she came, Flavious squeezed and fondled her nipples. He let her loose. Still hard from Honey's mouth, Flavious lowered Julia to the floor. He took her there. His spunk squirting deeper inside of her than ever before. She was his and his alone to fuck. The pool refreshed everyone and more food was brought. Flavious treated his friend Marcus to a private orgy.
The next day found a woebegone Velanna spread-eagle and drawn upside-down. A very taught position in an Amazon torture wrack. This wrack consisted of a ridged sapling bent over and fastened to her ankles. Her wrists were fixed to a heavy stone by chain. This sapling was slowly released drawing her upward. Needless to say, her bare sex roasted in the Sun. Flavious led Julia on a chain and collar. Marcus did likewise to Gretchen. Julia and Gretchen were nude. Flavious and Marcus were in thin togas. Lydia, nude, was walking beside Flavious. Mona carried a large umbrella. Carlos was standing with his arms crossed beside Velanna. He had his whip tucked into his trousers.
“Is she done yet, Carlos?” Flavious checked out the spread and exposed blonde.
“No Master. I think a few more hours of this Sun will bake her nicely.”
“How do you intend to whip her, Carlos?”
“A lashing on her sex and breasts, Master. It should be more effective after she's baked a few hours in the Sun...”
“Flavious might I make a suggestion?” Flavious nodded to Marcus. In a low tone of voice, “Let me send for Jasmine to do a scissors on Velanna after she is whipped. I suppose that they will both have many orgasms...”
“Capital idea Marcus. I will send Lydia to get Jasmine.” His attention fell to Lydia, “Bring her to us by the pool in the garden. Go girl and be quick!”
Splashing about the pool, the assembly had began an pleasant afternoon. Lunch was served with plenty of wine. Julia and Lydia played girl games as Jasmine, now quite drunk, danced in her most seductive movements. Vectus and Zeneibus with Ebony and Felina joined into the activities. A male slave from the Arena told Flavious that Velanna was ready for her whipping. Marcus ordered Jasmine to remove all of her rings. This made the girl so nervous she squatted and peed. All of them were naked now as they approached a still tied Velanna. Carlos had removed his clothing and coated himself will body oil. The women did so and coated the Masters. Everyone had a fresh coat of body oil, even Velanna.
Marcus was the first to study Velanna's bound nudity. He noticed how the Sun had baked down on the tender undersides of her breasts causing them to turn a reddish brown. Her nipples disappeared on the ends of her breasts. Revealing their location only by their erect tips. It startled him to see how dark and red her cleft had become. Already her clitoris was peeking out between sunburned neither lips. Marcus studied her and with a shake of his head, he began to figure out how this lovely Amazon kept her total all over tan. By unusual bondage.
Flavious nodded to Carlos to begin. Carlos took up a position slightly to one side and to the hanging girl's right. He tested his whip. As the whipping commenced, Marcus developed a firm erection. Velanna was quite capable of arousing anyone. Velanna screamed as the whip sliced directly into her sex. She felt the leather split the lips of her sex to land squarely on her clitoris. Her sunburned clitoris. Ironically, her position made it nearly impossible for her to move an inch. All she could do is scream as the whip fell. Carlos was in no hurry to whip this lass. He watched her roasting slowly in the Sun. Her shinny bare sex ready for his whip. Poised, he took aim for another stroke.
This slash found her unprepared. It was a lazy stroke. It landed squarely in the split of her cleft. This time he let it remain for a while. To Velanna, the whip felt like it was drinking her. Sapping her inner strength. Inflicting a burning pain to the tip of her clitoris. The very weight of the leather on her sensitive spot made her quiver. Up until now, Velanna had been quite stoic about her whipping. Carlos moved to the limb that connected her ankles. He released it a few inches. Velanna groaned. Carlos' whip wrapped itself around her supple breasts. On the wrack, her tight bondage prevented her from twisting or writhing. She shook her head and wailed. Again the whip snaked around her breasts. Again, she shivered and wailed her wracking protest.
As Carlos' whip uncoiled for the twenty first time, Velanna's breasts displayed numerous welts.
Flavious held up his hand to halt the whipping. He motioned to Jasmine to do her thing. Jasmine closed her eyes and began to focus on the wracked girl before her. She undulated her hips and took in a deep breath.
“Wait, Jasmine, before you begin, remove your nipple and clit rings.” Marcus ordered.
This made Jasmine somewhat nervous. Usually removing her rings meant that she was to be whipped. When they were off, she started to hand them to Marcus. He shook his head no and pointed to Flavious. She knelt before Flavious and handed him her rings. Even without music, Jasmine began to sway her hips and undulate herself. She had a natural rhythm. Stepping and dancing, Jasmine moved in between the wracked girl's spread legs. She lowered herself and rubbed her smooth sex on the blonde's sunburned sex. Velanna let out a muted whimper.
“Watch this, Flavious...” Marcus smiled. In the next few moments, Jasmine concentrated her motions. In an almost unbelievable feat, her sex began to enlarge. The opening dilated to the size of a melon. She dropped down onto Velanna and her opening actually covered Velanna's entire sex.
“I tell you, Flavious, she is actually sucking on Velanna's sex with her own!” Marcus emphasized.
Jasmine's fingers went to her nipples. She squeezed and pulled on them. Rocking her sex back and forth on Velanna's sex. It was possible to actually hear some sucking sounds coming from the union of these two sexes. It was a wet, slurping kind of sound.
“When was the last time Jasmine was whipped, Marcus?”
“Oh, it's been several weeks now, why?”
Flavious looked up at the Sun, “I think it's time now. The little slut needs a good sound lashing. Here, now, under the hot Sun...”
“Flavious, that is fine with me. But, may I suggest that we watch her make herself and Velanna Come?” Flavious nodded and smiled at Marcus. The way she was working on Velanna. It wouldn't take long. Velanna began to moan and toss her head back and forth. Orgasm was near. Just as Velanna gasped and groaned in the early throes of orgasm, Jasmine tossed her head back. Opening her mouth, she let out a throaty, “AH! OH! AAAAHHHH!”
Carlos had released a well whipped and sunburned Velanna. Her sun-bronzed nudity took on a reddish copper color. Even her nipples blended in with the reddish copper of the rest of her sunburn. Their erect tips displaying vivid reminders of long hours of naked exposure. Welts crossing the swelling mounds of her gloriously bare breasts.
“Here Marcus, you may fuck this Sun and whip burned blonde as much as you like. Carlos spread Jasmine for a lashing.” Jasmine began to weep softly. Carlos took her wrist and he jerked on her to coax her along. She stumbled a bit and followed him. Carlos led Jasmine over to a punishment area. It was situated in a clearing. He stopped beneath a long crosspiece that was held between two heavy wooden posts. Using rope, Carlos bound Jasmine's wrists in upward and wide outstretched position. He then, using pegs inset into the ground, spread and tied her legs. She stood spread-eagle and worshipping the Sun.
Catching up a coiled whip that hung ready on one of the heavy posts. Carlos tested its heft and uncoiled in on the grass. A nasty looking whip. It'd been fixed to a polished bone handle. Carved into the handle was the image of a nude girl. She was standing erect with her wrists tied, crossed, over her head. Her ankles were bound and crossed. The unusual thing about this whip was its apparently shinny, slender appearance. A rather curious looking material. Marcus looked at it and motioned for Carlos to let him test it.
Handing Marcus the whip, Carlos smiled. It seemed quite heavy to Marcus. He looked at Flavious and cocked his head. “This isn't leather, is it?” Flavious shook his head no. Marcus continued, “Funny, I've never seen anything like it. I imagine its the skin of some exotic African snake?” Flavious shook his head no, again. Marcus shook his head, “Hum. I know, the skin of an eel. I have one and Jasmine fairly comes in buckets when I use it on her. But it seems a bit heavy for eel skin...” He looks at Flavious and shakes his head again.
“It's a Manta tail whip, Marcus.”
“Manta...? What?”
“I got it from an exotic Egyptian woman. You wouldn't believe this thing, Marcus. I saw a black snake whip used on a unruly Nubian girl while I was there. This sassy muff took more than fifty strokes with the snake. She acted like she never felt it. The overseer sent her back to work in the fields, nude. Later that afternoon, I saw her standing naked and spread-eagle in the Sun. This time the overseer was another Nubian woman. Clad only in a small loin cloth. Both her and the slave girl were coated with oil to make them glisten in the Sun. Some of the shinny-ness was due to a lot of sweat. You know the odd thing, Marcus is the manner t that the other girl whipped her. Very easy, almost lazy strokes. What I did notice was how the girl twisted and wailed with each lash. This whip wrapped itself around the girl and just clung to her. It made very little sound. A sort of subtle wet slap. Like patting Gretchen's wet behind. When the girl overseer pulled on the whip to uncoil it from the slave's body, the girl would really scream and jerk. Her breasts would shudder and sway as the whip pulled away. I learned that this whip came from a distant land across a vast Ocean. A brown-skinned people called the `Azuntex' made it. Supposedly, they would use it to punish unmarried women for some tribal offense.”
Marcus felt the design of the handle. His fingers played over the carved upturned breasts of the figure. The handle was slightly worn due to use. Aside from that, it looked brand new. “Marcus, this whip I was told is more than three hundred years old. Yet it looks almost new.”
Nodding and still looking at it, “Flavious, have you ever used it on any of your slaves?” Mona shuddered.
“That one.” Flavious pointed to Mona.
“The black bitch, eh?”
Flavious nodded and smiled.
“Want to try it on a blonde one?”
“Velanna?”
“All right. But, I was thinking more like Gretchen here. Maybe both of them... At the pivot...”
Jasmine was whipped, but not with the Manta tale. Carlos was handed back a braided strand of some six foot length. He delivered to her some forty or so strokes. Most of them coiled about her breasts, butt, and sex. It was now early afternoon. The group had finished a pleasant meal near the outside pool. A ominous post had been inset into the grass near a row of statues by the pool. Two wooden beams with ropes fixed to one end were leaning against the post. Ready. Velanna and Gretchen had been heavily coated with oil. The afternoon Sun was burning hot in a cloudless blue sky. Her earlier whipping had taken some of the fight out of her. Velanna stood by while the heavy beam was placed across her shoulders. Ropes then bound her arms out-stretched along its length. A remaining piece of rope was looped about one end of the beam. Then around the post and back again secure to the beam. Velanna staggered for a moment, but regained her footing. The beam was quite heavy. Gretchen was fastened in the same way that Velanna had been. Being a little bit smaller, she had more difficulty managing the heavy beam. Velanna looked at Gretchen struggling with the weight of the beam, “Heavy for you, little house slut?” That snide remark earned Velanna a twist and a pinch on her right sunburned nipple. She winced.
Flavious walked about the post looking at the two forlorn blondes. He pressed his finger onto the side curve of Velanna's right breast. Where his finger touched, it turned first white then a deeper red. It was clearly a sunburn. He repeated the action on Gretchen. Fondling her nipples at the same time. He pinched her left nipple and gave it a twist. Like the one he used to shut up Velanna earlier. Gretchen let out a breathy, “Oh.”
Flavious addressed the two nude blondes in such a way as for everyone to hear, “You two will spend the remains of the day here at this simple task. To walk slowly about this post. Space your efforts to remain opposite each other. Both of you have been coated with thick oil. This should protect you enough from the Sun. Providing you don't falter and allow the whip to lash it off your skins. Keep the proper pace and you will suffer less. Simple as that. If you should falter in front of Carlos, he will whip you with this six thong leather whip. On the other hand, if you falter in front of Marcus, he will use this awful Manta tail on you. We shall test this now. Girls began your pace.”
Both Gretchen and Velanna began to walk. Very slowly at first to get their balance and footing in the soft green grass. Velanna slipped somewhat in front of Carlos. Carlos's arm went out sideways and arched back delivering a swishing stroke that landed across Velanna's back. It curled about her sides and scored her left breast and nipple. She tossed her head back and gasped a deep throaty moan. The action of the blow made her stumble again. Carlos delivered a twin to the first stroke. Velanna squealed and sucked in her breath between her teeth.
The two girls slowly turned about the pivot. Their bodies bronze and glistening in the rays of the hot Sun. Both of their breasts bouncing slightly as they struggled to keep the proper pace. As Gretchen was making her second turn past Carlos, she stumbled slightly. Carlos reminded her with a stroke across her back, stinging her left breast. Gretchen let out a surprised quip, mingled with her normal voice, “Oh!”
For almost a small reason, Marcus snaked the Manta's tail to coil over Velanna's bare sunburned breasts. She nearly went to her knees. Tossing her head back, she struggled to let out a scream. It seemed the whip was squeezing her something awful. Marcus was uncertain about his stroke. He didn't really wish to maim Velanna. Yet he was having trouble getting the whip to uncoil. Flavious stepped up to Marcus and with a quick twist on Marcus' grip the whip loosened and uncoiled itself quickly. Velanna took in her breath and whimpered. Standing as quickly as she could she shifted the weight of the beam and took a deep breath. Her breasts first rose then fell as she let her breath out. Marcus noticed how quickly a blood red welt formed across her breasts. The width of the Manta's tail. In the next few hours until the Sun went down. Velanna suffered nearly thirty strokes with the Manta's tail. This was in addition to more than sixty strokes from the six thong.
Gretchen on the other hand, learned her destiny by receiving no more than twenty strokes of the Manta's tail. Painted like a Zebra, she was gasping and waiting to die. So she thought. Carlos finished up on her by giving her nearly eighty strokes with the six thong. She stumbled and strained to keep her pace. The hot Roman Sun a scorching furnace. Her nipples licked red from the lashes. Seared crimson from the Sun.
Velanna was use to the burning Sun. Her bronze breasts bounced and jiggled with each step she made. The clinging effect of the Manta's tail and the six thong made them sway from side to side as the whips fell on her. Drawing womanly gasps and moans from her lips. Both girls fell to their knees as the last rays of the Sun disappeared behind the distant hills. Carlos released them from the heavy yokes of the pivot. The torches that lined the outside pool and garden were being lit. Jasmine came for the girls and put collars and leashes on them.
She led them back inside the villa. The others were gathered about the indoor pool. They were laughing and playing with each other and commenting about their sunburns.