Wringers

Marcus you should see this new device that I purchased. I think you will find it most interesting. Ah, they are here now...” Two male slaves, nude, were setting up a curious device. On its sides were two erect posts some six feet high each. Between and adjustable to accommodate various heights, were two quite smooth wooden rollers. They were connected to a special crank by a series of mesh gears that were also made of wood. The two rollers could be separated by pressure forcing up two somewhat heavy stones placed on the top roller. The device came equipped with several sizes and weights of stones. By being adjustable, its use became more apparent. “Flavious, this isn't a wringer by some chance?”
“You guess right my friend; but have you seen one before?”
“Yes. At the slave mart in Hericleum, two very large breasted Nubian girls were being milked by one of these things. They got their breasts whipped following their milking. At least one of them did. The other was breast lashed before her milking. Not as much came out as some of it was whipped out of her. Most impressive device, Flavious, but who is the lucky girl for the milking?”
“Lydia! You are to be first.”
A somber look came over the girl. She'd never been milked like this before. Having it squeezed out of her by wooden rollers. Standing before the device. One of the nude male slaves took her right wrist and fastened it at eye level to the out side of the right post. Her hand was dangling in the air. Unable to grip anything, her left hand and ankles were similarly bound. In this position, she is unable to protect herself. Her breasts were pressed against the rollers. Waiting. Flavious nodded to Mona. She got out of the pool. Still wet. Grasping the crank she made one turn. The stones rose and Lydia's breasts stopped halfway between the rollers. One of the male slaves put two stone weights one on top of each of the other stones. A few drops of liquid oozed from her nipples. Lydia made motions with her mouth, but nothing came out. Mona slowly turned the crank again one more time. It put Lydia's breasts in to the hilt. She reversed the crank one turn. They were now half in and half out as before. More liquid oozed from the now red nipples. Lydia shook her head twice. She vocalized a guttural sound that came from her mouth; her lips barely moved. Flavious nodded to Mona to continue. Twice more the crank wound up and down, slowly. Each time stopping half way so as to really squeeze her breasts. The male slave added two more stones with each cranking. Lydia was in a frightful state.
Mona cranked the device fully several times. The weight of the stones coupled with the squeezing effect of the smooth rollers forced Lydia to release her milk. It poured out of her in narrow white streams. Falling into small puddles on the shinny marble floor. Mona worked the crank forcing milk from Lydia. Lydia moaned and whimpered as the rollers squeezed over and under her swollen breasts. This was done until no more milk came out from of her breasts.
Flavious gave Mona some more orders, “Remove the rollers and squeeze her breasts by hand.” Mona worked Lydia's breasts until it was obvious no more milk would come out. At least for now. “Mona, squeeze them hard. Good. Now whip her breasts.” Mona kneaded Lydia's breasts until nothing else came out. She went over to a small wooden rack against the far wall of the pool. Taking up a six-thong whip, she returned to a gasping Lydia standing helplessly between the two posts. “Mona, use side arm strokes and lay them on well. Raise welts! Make her wish she had more milk to give. Make her nipples pay for their shortcoming. She'll learn to produce more milk, or I'll have her tits rolled and whipped every hour until she flows like a stream.”
“Yes, Master.” Lydia was flogged with the six thong. Her large breasts swayed to and from as the lash was applied. At first she gasped and wailed as the lashes fell. Her nipples swelled up and turned vividly red as the thongs spread over her swollen breasts. Red streaks gave way to a solid crimson color. Large breasts were slapped red by the six thong whip. Mona at first was visibly wet from the pool. By the end of the whipping she'd delivered to Lydia, she was dripping wet with sweat. So was Lydia. Mona was ordered to feed Lydia and give her sweet wine. She fed her until her belly looked somewhat distended. Leaving Lydia standing in her bondage, the rest of them swam and played. After about two hours, Lydia had to do her duty. Mona assisted her and when she was cleaned up, the rollers were put back in place. Lydia was ready to try again for more milk. She drank more sweet wine.
Flavious ordered six stripes delivered with the braided thong to her breasts. He told Mona to deliver them square onto her nipples. No mistakes, or her nipples would suffer. Mona positioned herself. She uncoiled the whip. It slithered itself across the polished marble floor. She side arm delivered it to land squarely across both nipples. It did. The tip dispensed itself across her back. Its coils paid her nipples a painful grip. Lydia tossed her head back and wailed, “AAAHHH!”
A second stroke just like the first one followed. Lydia wailed again and twisted. Her breasts swayed as the whip uncoiled itself. She shuddered. Flavious was in a state of mindlessness, “Give milk you cow! I could have you squeezed every moment of your life until you do! Continue, Mona, lash her until she gives us her milk!”
It didn't take long. On the very sixth stroke, Lydia gave of her milk. Was she ready, or just by chance? It flowed from her. Mona put the rollers back on and with a few cranks, Lydia was flowing like a fountain.
“Here Mona, fill my cup with the milk of Lydia!” Julia ordered. The whip produced a lot of Lydia's milk. As far as milk was concerned, Mona couldn't do better than Lydia. It took more lashes and produced less milk than her blonde competitor. Lydia whipped Mona without conviction. After all she'd lashed her! Lydia forced food down Mona. She used a funnel to pour sweet wine into Moan's gullet. Mona let go with her pee. It earned her sixty lashes. Lydia took great delight in delivering them to her. Moan's nipples took to being sore from the onset. It only took a few lashes to get them that way. What made the whipping of Mona so erotic, was the way her body glistened with sweat. Her nipples standing outward and hard, gave grace to her wonderfully nude body. The rollers slowly squeezing her breasts produced a series of mournful gasps and pitiful whimpers from Mona. In a final series of efforts with the rollers, Mona's nipples finally squirted white milk. “I'd have thought she'd have produced dark milk, eh Flavious?” Julia quipped.
“No. Be mindful, Julia. Watch your tongue around your Master least we see what color milk you can produce. I once saw a very sassy brown hairdo girl in Rome have her breasts beaten so hard they squirted pink milk...”
“Yes, my Master. Forgive this humble slave girl.” Julia was on her knees, licking Flavious' flaccid cock. Lydia was letting the rollers squeeze the milk from Mona. Mona was bound in the contraption the same way Lydia had been bound in it. Flavious was enjoying Julia's attention when he ordered two additional stones to be added to the rollers. Mona let out a muted whimper. The rollers slowly wrung the milk from her breasts.
They looked red and her nipples appeared quite swollen and sore looking. Lydia let the rollers squeeze her nipples for a few moments. Mona groaned. For the next hour the group near the water played and dunked each other. Swam and had sex. All the while Mona suffered with the rollers squeezing her breasts. Now Lydia was again bound to the device and her breasts were being rolled and rolled. All the while, she squirted more and more milk. Mona was turning the crank slowly as Lydia had done to her. Jasmine entered with the two sunburned blondes in tow. She looked at Lydia. Dragging her two charges over, she made them look at Lydia.
“See this blonde one? She's having her breasts squeezed by these rollers. When you two become heavy after your many fuckings, I am sure Master will have your breasts rolled for their milk...”
“JASMINE!” Marcus snapped.
Jasmine began to shudder visibly, “Yes, Master?”
“Bring the two blonde sluts over to me. Pray I don't try to see what kind of milk you might give...”
“Yes, my Master... My lord...”
She tugged so hard on the leash that Gretchen slipped on the marble floor. Valanna lost her footing in one of the puddles of milk. “Careful, Jasmine. Break any of their bones, and I'll have you flogged at the column before having your breasts squeezed all night.” Flavious reminded.
“Sorry dear Master. Forgive me, Master.” She helped up the two blondes. As she did, her fingers contacted their skin. The tell-tail signs of sunburn appeared. First white spots where her fingers gripped them, followed by the deep red spots in their wake. “Marcus these two are quite sunburned. Let them splash in the pool for a while...” It was obvious that Flavious had something else in mind for them.
The two blonde's were released from their collars and leash. They happily and playfully swam and savored the water. It felt cool on their hot skins. In the meantime, the rollers had stopped on Lydia and were removed. Now Mona and Lydia stood face to face bound in the device. One of the male slaves, was ordered to take up the six thong whip and lash the two girls standing face to face rubbing their sore breasts together. The lash made a wet sound as it slapped over the two women. Catching the side curves of their pressed together breasts. It made them squeal and jerk. First they pressed harder together and then pulled away from each other. Both girls unable to move very much due to their awkward bondage. As they settled in from the previous lash, their nipples lightly brushed together. Settled now from their writhing, the two girls stood and breathed heavily.
The other male slave had now positioned himself behind Lydia. So, one of them was behind her and the other behind Mona. Both armed with six thong whips. Their stance left Lydia's left breast fully exposed and Mona's left breast was fully exposed. Simultaneous strokes of the six thong whips curled the ends around each of the girls exposed breasts. Sore nipples got ever so sore. The leather showed no mercy to the two milk maids. A lesion in permitting even the most casual exposure of breast skin forced the two girls to square off to each other. It was less painful to stand nipple to nipple. As the whipping continued, the girls would press harder together. This forced more milk from erect nipples. The pressure of their contact made it flow over their breasts. Resulting in difficulty protecting each others nipples. The whip reminded them of this. Julia whispered in Flavious' ear, “Dear Master, have them both milked by the rollers while standing together. I'd love to turn the crank, Master...”
“Done. So be it. Arrange the rollers to accommodate these two sluts. Have the male's stop they're lashing and come over here. Marcus and I have a task for them.”
“Marcus, here is an idea I have for our two sunburned blondes. Let's have them whipped with the eel skins. It won't take any skin off, but they'll think it will. I'll have these two males' slaves spread them between those two sets of columns. Facing us. They will each take up the eel skin whips and lash these two. Watch the way their nipples swell and turn deep red. Their clits will swell and turn just as reds as they are; give them the down under strokes. What say you?”
“Excellent. I want to fuck Gretchen when they've finished whipping her. I want to make her pregnant. You know, I might let one of the males fuck her too. Then I can torture her more when she becomes pregnant. Punishing her for unfaithfulness to her Master. I'll really pump her good. As for Valanna...”
“I'll put her on the prong. I don't want her pregnant just yet. I need her for the arena...”
The two men had their attention diverted to the scene that Julia was playing out before them. A simple enough display of womanhood. A dusky blonde standing nipple to nipple with a sturdy black girl. Both of them well whipped and sloppy with milk. Julia turned the crank slowly. Her first motions pulled Lydia's breasts into the rollers. Pushing them against Mona's breasts causing them to flatten a bit more. Milk oozed out and over Mona's breasts. Lydia let out a pitiful whimpering squeal. Again the crank turned this time in reverse. Slowly, Lydia's breasts passed again between the rollers while Mona's breasts regained some of their shape as they pressed against Lydia's squeezed breasts. As the rollers neared Lydia's nipples, Mona's nipples were ready for the rollers bite. Slowly, the rollers pinched Lydia's nipples forcing a deep throated gasp from her. Lydia's milk dripped in white rivulets from Mona's dark skinned breasts.
The rollers now took a grip on Mona's breasts. Mona's nipples were first to receive the rollers. A sharp shrill escaped from Mona's lips. Julia noticed the trace lines of the lash crossing her breasts. The rollers began their draw on Mona's breasts. It didn't take long for her milk to flow. As her breasts were forced through the rollers, they pressed firmly against Lydia's breasts. Causing them to now flatten more than before. All the time pouring out milk over Lydia's sun-bronzed skin.
These rollers were pressing with the weight of eight stones on them. When the crank would go no further, Julia reversed its direction. The process of pressing and rolling the two girl's milk swollen breasts continued. Repeating the squeeze, pressing, flowing and pinching effect. by now, the two sunburned blondes were standing nude in as wide of an `X' as anatomy would permit. Standing behind them were the two nude male slaves. Each one holding a shinny eel skin whip, some six to seven feet long.
To permit a more subtle application of the whip, both girl's had been well oiled. They glistened in the torch light of the indoor pool. Harsh lesions of the whip being applied to sunburned skin cannot be fully explained. Only knowledge of a tingling sting amplified by a hundred as the eel skin makes contact. Oddly, the oil on the girl's skin mingles with the supple whip. As it clings to their skin, it becomes clear. Revealing its effect on a swollen erect nipple or how well it spreads neither lips to sting a bare red clitoris.
The girls jerk and shudder under the effects of the lash. Wails become shrieks. Gasps become deep throated moans. Bare, red breasts become redder. Bouncing and jiggling as the whips pull away. Ropes holding arms and legs stretched outward creak and strain. A scene of two totally bare naked, sunburned blonde slave girls. Both standing, bound spread-eagle before their Masters. Each girl being whipped over her most private parts causing her to twist and writhe. Displaying herself in her most wanton manner. A slave girl under the lash has only one thing on her mind. To be ready to please her Master. Ready to accept any form of sexual pleasure that he could devise for her and for himself.
Flavious raised his hand. The whipping stopped. Two lovely nude blondes, their chests heaving, gasping and sweating. They were ready. “Jasmine, go to the kitchen and bring two of the scullery sluts. Be quick now.” Flavious ordered. He nodded to the two males, “You two go and bring the passion lance. The one carved out of polished stone. Place Valanna properly on it.” They nodded and obeyed.
“All right now Marcus, Gretchen is ready for you. As soon as Jasmine returns, she will service me. Meanwhile, you can use Gretchen as much as you like. Even whip her more if you wish...”
“Flavious, I can hardly wait to get at her. By the Gods, look how she glistens in the torch light. She looks almost golden...”
“Give her a few with the six thong. You'll learn a new meaning to cock sucking.” Following Flavious' suggestion, Marcus took up one of the leather six thongs laying near Lydia and Mona. He looked for a few minutes at the two girls still having their breasts put through the wringer. Julia took advantage of her audience. She stopped the crank so that both girl's nipples were sandwiched between the two smooth rollers. Lydia and Mona began to whimper and sigh.
Marcus stroked himself. He was impressively large.
The cook sent Jasmine to the cellar to fetch Andrea and Tina. These two would suffice the Master's needs. As Jasmine descended the steps she heard a rumbling of stone rolling over stone. With it was mixed the clinking rattle of chains. It grew louder as she neared the bottom of the steps. In the warm, heavy air she heard the subtle slice of a lash through air to land on naked skin. This sound was immediately followed by a throaty female gasp. Several torches dimly lit the basement revealing a grotto in the center. Setting on the uppermost hub of a two spoke mesh of gears and levers was a nude girl of about eighteen. In her hand she held a long stick that was sharpened on one end and on the other end was coiled a thin braided lash.
Two nude girls with chains on their wrists, ankles, and collars had their backs arched against each end of the single diameter lever. They were shackled on opposite ends to each other. With slow and laborious steps they pulled the levers that made the stone mill grind fresh grain into flour. Besotted with drudgery, the two women obviously kept their pace with the coaxing from the nude nymphet perched atop the center hub of the mill. Their supple nudity here and there streaked with red welts.
“The Master ordered that two kitchen sluts be sent to him. Cook sent me down to get these two. You'll have to finish the grinding task yourself.” Jasmine gave the young girl her orders.
“So? Whazzat to me? I gotta lotta work'ere ta be done with. Get outta here before I employ youse to this task, yellowish brown girl... Gown now, it!” The girl was obviously uneducated and of a lowly class of slave girl. She fit the bill for being a scullery whore. She did give off an air of sultry sexuality that might make a male cock hard, if she were put to the lash. Her breasts were saucy, with very perky nipples.
Jasmine really had no time for a debate with this girl, she intended to follow her orders, “Best do it, girl. The Master won't be kept waiting.”
“Humph. We'll see about that...” The two girls continued their labor. The young girl, Jasmine found out her name is May, gave the girl Tina a poke with her stick square in the middle of her back. It made her lunge against the lever as she made another turn of the mill. May gave Jasmine a look of defiance.
“Look, May, if I have to I'll get the Master myself...”
“Go ahead. He'll surely have you lashed for disturbing him. Besides I'll just say you didn't give me any orders.”
“Don't be a bitch, May!”
The girl stuck her tongue out at Jasmine.
“That'll be enough, May!” Cook's voice rang out. Cook finished the last two steps of the stairs. With her followed a male slave and another female slave. “I'd intended for you to supervise Flower and Meatspride only while taking the place of Tina and Andrea here. For this smart mouth of yours, Meatspride will supervise you and Flower. I expect the balance of the grain to be ground tonight!”
Meatspride was getting a noticeable erection. His eyes fell on Andrea's large firm breasts bouncing with each step she took as she labored at the lever.
In a few moments, Tina and Andrea stood massaging their wrists and ankles. A forlorn and pouting May stood now with her back arched against the lever that once held Andrea. It was still warm from where her back touched it. Flower, a supple Nubian girl, took Tina's place. Meatspride scrambled up on the hub sporting a hard cock and a wicked looking whip stick.
A quick flick of his wrist sent the whippy braid snaking across May's small hard tipped breasts, “To work now, bitch!”
Another quick flick landed squarely across Flower's large dark nipples. She tossed her head back and pulled hard on the lever. The stones began again their familiar rumble. Jasmine heard the rumble began to fade as she climbed the steps. The whip snapped and chains rattled. Two other slave girls gasped and squealed.
“We must hurry. My name is Jasmine...” Jasmine returned with the two kitchen sluts. They were sweating and smelled of ground wheat. They'd been laboring for some time at the small grist mill in the kitchen basement. Their backs and fronts were streaked with welts.
“Master, the cooks sent these two. They are the most attractive of all the kitchen sluts.” Jasmine bowed to Flavious.
“They will do. Have them washed. Hose out their guts. Clean those bare slits of theirs so they smell fresh. Coat them with fragrant oils. See to it.”
“Yes, Master.”
The device that Flavious intended for Valanna defied description. It consisted of a polished stone statue the size of a dwarf girl. She was carved with a perfect anatomy. In her right hand she held a phallus some twelve inches long, and at least two inches thick. The tip of the phallus resembled a mushroom with a hole in the top. In her left hand she was holding up high a polished bowl. Flavious nodded and the two males made some adjustments. With a wet sloppy sound the prong slid up inside of Valanna's bare slit. Some air came out and it settled a bit deeper. Valanna let out a whimpering gasp. She was the image of a suffering slave girl. Standing spread-eagle, naked and well whipped with a prong well up her smooth sex. Her hips undulated slightly. A faint gurgle could be heard inside of her. Flavious motioned to the two male slaves. One of them went to a flower painted jar and picked it up. He poured out some of its contents into the bowl of the statue. It looked white and somewhat thick.
Another gurgle only louder could be heard inside of Valanna's abdomen. She undulated her hips again, more than before. Some of the white liquid oozed out around the phallus. She let out a cry mixed with pain and passion. Mingled with her cry, was another cry from her blonde sister still spread next to her. This sound was preceded by the slapping sound of wet leather thongs across oiled bare breasts. Gretchen tossed her hair and shuddered under the blow.
As Marcus pulled the whip away. Gretchen's breasts swayed from side to side. Instantly painted with six angry red streaks. Another stroke followed in the previous one's path. This time a deep throated gasp followed Gretchen's tossing hair and head. As the whip was pulled away, again her ample breasts swayed. Her two nipples popped erect with angry red tips. Two lashes marked her round reddish copper colored butt.
Leaving deep red welts in their wake. Wet leather chaffed the smooth skin of her cleft. Seeking thongs found and punished a hiding clitoris. Making it pay for snuggling between protective bronze lips. Unable to stand the coarse rawhide's scraping effect. The tender bud swelled red and peeked out from between the lips of Gretchen's bare sex.
The ropes creaked and cracked as Gretchen pulled on them from all angles to try to protect her sensitive sex. The whip reminded her of the futility of such an attempt. Landing squarely on her bare sex, it slapped and raked an exposed swollen red clitoris. It left red streaks across her cleft. Tell tale reminders of her duty to her Master. It also took her breath away. She tossed her head back and moved her lips but nothing came out. When she could catch her breath, her breasts heaved and rose upward. The sound was an incredible audio mixed with a combination of passion, pain, orgasm, and surprise. One last surprise came in the form of a lash coming down across her heaving breasts. This time the thongs drug roughly across her breasts. Gripping and stinging bare erect nipples swaying in the air. Gretchen shook her head and wrinkled up her nose. She whimpered and whinnied as he pulled her hair back. “Suck me, slave girl!” Marcus commanded.
“Yes, Master.” Gretchen answered in a breathy tone. Marcus released Gretchen by untying the ropes from around the columns. He left the ropes tied to her wrists and ankles.
She fell to her knees and took his cock fully into her mouth. Sucking on him like her very life depended on it. Gave a sense of hunger to her efforts. He rolled his eyes. Flavious smiled at Marcus. He nodded his approval of Marcus taking his advise. Marcus nodded back and smiled. Again, he rolled his eyes. Gretchen sucked and sucked. Her lovely head bobbing back and forth with her sweet mouth drawing him in and out in a fucking motion that only a woman could properly do.
Valanna meanwhile was experiencing unusual orgasms. The effect of the white liquid was most exciting to her. Flavious noticed that it would not be fair to lash Gretchen with the six thong and not Valanna. He motioned for one of the slaves to give her seven or so lashes like the ones Gretchen received at Marcus' hand.
Valanna wasn't able to move as much as Gretchen due to her riding the prong. She also wasn't able to take any between her legs. So the majority of the strokes fell across her swollen breasts. The last three lashes produced only a stifled exhale of the word no. This was followed by a sullen spasms made her head shake.
The two kitchen sluts were now shinny and clean. Standing with their legs slightly spread and the arms at their sides, palms outward for inspection. Flavious noticed the tell tale signs of shackle burns on their wrists. Their hands were a bit callous from contact with the wooden levers of the small grist mill in the kitchen basement. They had good figures and ripe breasts that were proud. Tipped with upturned nipples standing erect and waiting. He pointed to one of the girls. A pretty dark hairdo girl with round curves, “What is your name, girl?”
“Andrea, Master.”
“Position yourself so that I may easily fuck you.”
“Yes, Master.” She accommodated him. With all the activity going on, Flavious had a firm erection. The girl was remarkably tight for a kitchen slut. He looked over at Julia still cranking on the rollers making Lydia and Mona give up their milk. They looked sore and exhausted. He motioned to Julia to stop and release Lydia and Mona. Julia complied. When the two girls were released they dropped to their knees. Julia sauntered over to Flavious. “Andrea this woman is Julia. You will address her as mistress, understand?”
“Yes, Master. May I please you, mistress?” Julia raised her eyebrows. She moved closer to the girl named Andrea who was now on her hands and knees with Flavious thrusting deeply into her sex. The girl's tongue licked out and nestled itself into Julia's slit. It felt warm and delicious on her clitoris. This girl knew how to lick a slit. She wondered how many times her and the other girl licked each other at night. Flavious neared his climax. Just before he came, he pulled out of her. He squirted his cum over the girl's bare back and butt. Quickly he motioned to the other girl. This one had light brown hair, with deep blue eyes. She was a bit more slender than Andrea with smaller breasts.
A closer look revealed that she was somewhat older than the other girl. Her smaller breasts made her appear younger. “Your name girl?”
“Tina, Master.”
“Suck on me, little Tina. Make me hard again for I feel my balls filling up.” Her mouth was warm and sucked with perfect skill. He wondered how many cocks this girl had sucked in her life. “How old are you, Tina?”
“Thirty, Master.”
“Have you been a slave all your life?”
“Yes, Master. I was born to a slave girl in Pompeii. She was a field girl, Master. I was given over to a wet nurse. I can't remember ever wearing clothing. I began my training as a slave early, Master.”
“I see. Continue you efforts.” It made Flavious grow hard. He imagined that here was a girl that he now owned. Thirty years old and never having been dressed a day of her life. Living thirty years in total nudity.
Throbbing hard, he withdrew from Tina's mouth. He motioned for Jasmine to come to him. She bowed before him. “Andrea and Tina, go service the two male slaves working on Valanna over there. Lydia and Mona, into the pool. Soothe your breasts you two. I'll give you both a sound fucking in the morning. Julia, come here we'll have some fun with Jasmine.”
Julia smiled.