Amazons

It had been several months since the last arena show at Flavious' sexual pleasuredrome. The mild winter months gave in to the warmth of spring. Flavious and Marcus were at breakfast. “Flavious, I've noticed a larger than normal swelling with Lydia. You don't suppose she'll have twins do you?”
“Possible. I contacted the surgeon twice. Both times he tells me he's felt at least two sets of legs. He thinks there may be three sets of legs. Triplets, I should imagine.”
“You cleaver fox, you. If she has triplets, they're is a chance they will be girls...”
Flavious smiled. “Marcus, Gretchen is looking a bit forlorn working with the spring harvest. After all, dear fellow, a girl in her ripe condition turning that heavy wheel under the hot Sun. She seems to be earning a breast whipping every day now. Then you have her milked and whipped again...”
“She loves it, Flavious. After all, you should know...”
“Hump...”
“Oh, I noticed that Julia is getting quite ripe. Since the weather is warmer, she is staying nude more. Her belly is very round. For a vestal that is...” Marcus chuckles to himself.
“You're right my friend. Think I should send her to the fields for a while? Put her under the lash?”
“I wouldn't send her to the fields, Flavious. She's a woman with stature. Not just a common slave girl or slut. Gretchen you can call a slave slut, but Julia is a mistress. No, my friend, not the fields. You might take the whip to her in your bed chambers. If you haven't already...”
“Right you are, dear friend. Oh, I almost forgot. The supply ships arrive today. One with new items, the other two with slaves and materials for my new addition to the villa. Come, let's get our swollen beauties and venture down to the docks. There is always a delectable amount of action to be seen. We'll take the sedan chairs...”
It was around noon when the two sedan chairs, loaded with Marcus and Flavious arrived at the docks. Julia was inside with Flavious. Jasmine was inside with Marcus. Mona and Lydia were following wearing only collars and leashes. Both women splay legged pregnant. Lydia, seemingly quite large and heavy.
The docks were a fever of activity. Naked slaves of both sexes were here and there unloading. They carried very exotic foods, cloths, large jars of oil, wines, and other such commodities. Their bodies glistening with sweat and being kept busy under the coaxing sting of the overseers lash. One of the ships was unloading a fresh cargo of slaves. First the males were being herded into a wagon and taken over to the arena holding area. The second load was females. Here was where Flavious and Marcus wanted to take a closer look.
“Let me see the bill, captain.” The captain whose name is Leeshus handed a scroll that showed the entire contents of this shipment. Including the materials and slaves. “Eighteen males all total. Six white, five black, two Egyptians, and five Judains and they had better be all healthy, captain!”
“Oh, but they are, sir. I have seen to it personally.”
“There is a pox-plague in the Judean's land.”
“Yes, sire, but that plague is in Damascus. These five come from Jerusalem. There is no plague there.”
“There better not be, my friend, or the influence that I have with the Emperor will be your first concern. Right Tribunal Marcus?”
“Yes, Flavious. The Emperor is most concerned for your safety and well being...” The little mule of a captain swallowed hard, “Sirs, you must believe me that there is no sickness with any of these fine slaves...”
“Surgeon!” A man in a white robe trimmed with gold leaf stood by. “Sire.”
“Check these slaves over. I wouldn't want any of them to have anything that might cause a problem for mistress Julia and the rest of these ripe females, understand?”
“Most certain, sire. It will be done quickly.” As the surgeon was checking the males. He discovered that one of them was sick. The man came from Damascus. He was removed from the rest. His body was cremated. “I found only one, sire. He has been removed and the others are not infected. The females are in good health.” Flavious nodded. “Well, captain, you were saying...”
“I, I, I'll make adjustments to the bill at once, sir. I am a man of good word...”
“Captain, I will pay you. First, let me make a proposal to you. I have six young males that are just not acceptable for the arena. Let me pick out six of your galley slaves, plus one for the sick man. I'll give you the six young boys, also, I'll overlook this matter of the sick male slave.”
“Seven of my galley slaves, eh. You know I have both sexes pull the ores in my galley?”
Flavious raised his eyebrows, “Well?”
The captain shook his head and looked at his number one ship. He took in a sharp breath. Rubbing his stubble beard he put his tongue in the corner of his mouth. Flavious and Marcus were whispering and pointing to the little captain and his ships. “Deal, sir?”
“Good. We'll pick now.”
“Sir, I'd prefer a bit of time to prepare them...”
“I said we'll pick now, captain...” The little fellow nodded. Flavious and Marcus went down the ladder to the ore deck first. The light was a bit dim, but sufficient to see. Not in use, but ready was the large drum to keep the beat going and pace the ores. Shafts of sunlight filtered down the cracks revealing the glistening bodies of the slaves chained to their ores. A giant of a man with no hair stood near the mast base. He was holding a whip. Standing against the mast was a female galley slave. The girl's wrists were shackled slightly above her head and to each side of the mast. Her ankles were also fastened to each side of the mast. As Flavious and Marcus slowly walked about the slaves, her form came into better view. Flavious looked at her. Her back was stripped with fresh welts. He looked at the captain.
The captain wrinkled his mouth a bit, “This one and another girl had been, been fighting...”
Flavious nodded and made a quick smile at Marcus. In the corner of his eye, he saw her slightly move her hips just a bit. She'd been impaled on a shaft. A muted whimper escaped her lips. “She's impaled?”
“Part of the punishment. A large wooden shaft is inserted into the mast. When a girl is whipped, she is forced to ride it. In the case of a male, the shaft is removed and he puts himself in the hole... It helps us to keep control...”
Flavious looks at Marcus. Marcus just gives a grimace. “This spot's empty?”
“That's where the girl sits when she's not being lashed or...”
“Impaled?” Flavious snapped his fingers as if to say, 'now I get it.'
“Sir, discipline is not the question here, is it?” Flavious looked seriously at the captain. He shook his head no. As they completed their tour of the slaves, Flavious was ready to turn and make his selection when Marcus spoke out, “Where is the slave that usually sits there?”
In the dim light, clearly an empty seat appears. “No one. I, I, I plan to get a replacement in...”
“Captain, don't lie to me. I am somewhat familiar with operation of a galley. You can't leave only one on the oars. The rhythm will fail. It can cause the ship to veer off course.”
Leeshus, shrugged his shoulders, “The one who usually sets there is Sheeta the Amazon. Very strong and very difficult to train. That is why, the skinny girl is next to her. Flavious, she `can' pull one ore by herself. Oh, sir, you can't take her. My ship won't be the same without her.”
“Where is she now, Leeshus?”
“She's on the other side of the shroud. Up, spread-eagle in the rigging. I'd had her put there as an additional punishment following her flogging. Last night, the watch caught her and this one against the mast playing girl games with each other. Sheeta likes girls and not men. This morning, Sheeta was given fifty lashes and this one was given thirty. I had Sheeta spread-eagle in the Sun as an additional punishment. This one is getting a taste of the prong.”
“Ah, Marcus! I'd heard that Sheeta was one of his galley slaves. The Emperor will be delighted to watch her in the arena...”
Looking from the main deck, Flavious saw Sheeta's spread arms and legs. Naked, she faced the hot Sun. The round cheeks of her ass splayed against the ropes of the rigging. Her wrists and ankles were bound with coarse rope. He could see the side curves of her breasts slightly sway as the boat gently rocked at the dock. Her back looked sunburned. Her blonde hair blowing in the warm breeze. “How long has she been up there?”
“I had the watchmen turn her to face the Sun at mid-day She's to stay up there until sun-down. Oh, I had her oiled. I didn't want her skin fried off under this hot Sun.”
Flavious could see the streaks across her back and butt from the flogging. They followed around the side curves of her breasts. He could see the firmness of her muscles.
“Leeshus, I will take Sheeta and that dark hairdo girl at the mast. They seem to like each other. I'll take the Nubian girl and her hearty male companion. The twin girls on the port ore and that brown skinned Berber girl. Any objections?”
“Would it do me any good to object?”
“No.” Marcus replied.
“Hump.” Leeshus tightened his lips and conceded.
“Look at it on the bright side, Leeshus, you're getting six young males to replace these trouble makers.”
“The Nubians' are no trouble...”
“Two of these boys are Nubians, Leeshus...”
“Really!?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you do drive a hard bargain, Flavious... Oh, one thing...”
“What is it, Leeshus, don't test my patients...”
“Sheeta's sentence must be carried out. She stays up there in the hot Sun for the rest of the day.” Marcus looked at Flavious and nodded, “All right, Leeshus, I'll give in to that, provided you take the dark hairdo one off the prong.”
“Agreed, but she must join Sheeta on the other rigging for punishment in the Sun. Flavious, I must keep my respect for discipline in the eyes of the remaining slaves...”
Flavious nodded, but cocked his head to one side, “Very well, put her up with Sheeta.”
“Good. I'll let you give her the other twenty she's to get before going into the rigging. Part of the punishment of spread-eagle in the rigging is fifty lashes. Luna's only been given thirty.”
“Leeshus, don't push me on this anymore. Or it'll cost you hard gold!”
“Like I said, sir, you can lash her yourself. Here use my long flogger. It wraps around the breasts nicely. Luna dances nicely to this whip. It's not the first time she's fallen under the lash, nor do I feel it'll be her last time...”
Luna stood nude and sweating under a cloudless sky. Her wrists drawn above her head by a length of rope. The fullness of her breasts heaved as she struggled with the bondage. Red tipped nipples strained free and vulnerable to the sting of the whip. Flavious removed the upper portion of his toga. Standing in the short base of his garb, bare chested he tested the lashes. In a sweeping side arm stroke, he snaked them across Luna's breasts, WHAP!
She tossed her head back and voiced, “AAA!”
He repeated the stroke. Her breasts heaved against the strands of leather. She gritted her teeth but didn't cry out.
With eighteen to go. Flavious worked to get a howl or two from his new slave. The next five found her breasts. Each one leaving a firm impact with red welts forming. She shuddered at each stroke. Her resistance was wearing down.
In the delivery of these lashes, she made the mistake that most slave girls do. She let her legs fall slightly spread. Wide enough for the whip to sting her bare sex. Her cleft paid the price of her carelessness. This lash drew a fresh vocal response from her. In the form of a deep throated gasp.
Julia had joined the men on deck watching the girl being flogged. Flavious stopped for a moment to kiss her. Julia whispered something into Flavious' ear. With a motion, he ordered Leeshus to spread Luna's legs and tie them wide. As her legs were being spread, Julia started to lift off her toga. Flavious' first rule of compliance for a slave girl to flog another slave girl; she must be completely nude. Flavious stopped her. After all, he wouldn't want a nude and pregnant vestal virgin parading about. Even if she was whipping another girl.
He whispered to her to send up Mona and have one of the litter slaves get Lustina. Lustina was to bring him his Manta's tail whip. Mona came up onto the hot deck. She looked up at the nude blond spread wide in the rigging, and smiled to herself. Julia squeezed Mona's tits enough to force some of the white liquid milk from them. It jetted forth in a stream the size of a boot lace. The blonde in the rigging was moaning for water. Julia motioned for Mona to scrambled up the rigging and put her nipple into the blonde's dry mouth, “Give her liquid, Mona. She cries out for water, but give her your milk.” Julia chided. Mona looked unhappy about the idea.
Lustina arrived nearly out of breath. She was carrying a coiled Manta's tail whip. Flavious ordered Lustina to remove everything, “I want you completely nude. Julia, oil Lustina and Luna well. This Sun is brutal. Also give the oil to Mona when you are done. Have her oil herself and that blonde package strung up there. Lustina, have you ever swung the Manta's tail whip?”
“No, Master. You have used it on me, but I have never been ordered to use it on another girl, sire.”
“Hum. Step over here and coil it around the mast. Use a side arm stroke. Firm. Allow it to wrap solidly. Give it a slight jerk to loosen it. Let it fall naturally. Don't pull on it. You could take her skin off, otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now, coil it about the mast.” The whip made very little noise. It coiled itself about the mast with ease. It made a wet slapping sound as it clung to the wood. Lustina gave a couple of jerks and the whip fell away. “As I said, Lustina. Only a gentle jerk to loosen it, do you understand me?”
“Please, Master, I do understand.”
“Very well, practice a few times. Then you'll sharpen your skills on this fresh female nudity.” With eleven strokes to go. Lustina positioned herself behind and slightly to the left of Luna. She felt the hot Sun on her back.
In a side arm stroke that was both smooth and silent. The black coil circled first above her right nipple then squarely across the left one. Instinctively, Luna tossed her head back to ready a full scream. Nothing came out. This was the usual first time reaction to the Manta's tail whip. It is simply breath-taking. A gentle jerk on the whip handle loosened the whip's grip on Luna's skin. It made her breasts sway slightly as it slithered over her nipples. Lustina flicked the whip behind her. Holding her left arm out to steady her aim. Her right arm extended back. This action made her breasts bounce slightly. Her nipples were hard. The skin around them seem to pucker in the Sun.
The next stroke was a lazy wrap across Luna's plump ass. It curled around her hip with the nasty end slithering up and inside the cleft of her well oiled sex. Luna shook her head once. Then twice. Finally three times. It was on this third time that she let out a pitiful wail. So loud that it made the other slaves stop in their tracks, “AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!”
Flavious motioned for Lustina to leave the whip alone. He didn't want her to pull it free just yet. Walking around to the front of the girl he smiled. She opened her eyes and stared at him. For a moment, he sensed her anger. She squinted her eyes painfully at him and with a thoughtless reaction, she spit on him.
Lustina looked at Julia with horror. She knew this dark hairdo girl was in for it now. Flavious took off the bottom of his toga. He was quite impressive revealing his erect male image. He wiped his face off. His eyes narrowed as he stood fully nude in front of his new property. In his right hand he took the end of the Manta's tail. He began to work it up and down inside of Luna's sex. Closing her eyes, Luna's mouth opened and she began to gasp. Not from pain, but from passion. He worked the end of the whip harder up and down inside of the girl. Luna began to moan and breath harder. She was boiling to a climax. He drew the end over her clitoris. It was becoming red and swollen.
Within the next few moments he replaced the end of the whip with his cock. Pumping her with long, wet strokes. The ropes creaked with the strain of the girl's wrists and ankles held up and spread. Her climax was near. In a gasp of passion. Luna climaxed. Her eyes rolled back and she vocalized her lust. She shuddered and shook her head back and forth. Flavious felt the girl's sex grow tighter over his cock. A man hadn't fuck this girl in a long time. He came inside of her. Flooding her with his thick white sperm. It squirted into her in hot jets. Oozing out the sides of her cunt as his cock continued to pump her. He finally withdrew himself. Flavious put his finger up her cleft. Coming up with a large glob of his sperm he rubbed it on her face. A second action between her legs produced three dripping wet fingers. He flung the wet stuff into her face, again. Using his thumbs and index fingers, he seized both of Luna's nipples. In a firm grip, he twisted them.
Luna let out a gut grinding wail, “AAHH!”
“Lustina. Continue the whipping. Until I tell you to stop...” More than twenty with the Manta's tail had been dealt to Luna. She now hung limply in the ropes. Her lithe nudity streaked with vivid red welts.
Lustina and Mona walked slowly behind the sedan chair that carried her Master and mistress. Each girl sporting a pair of wrist cuffs and shackles they paddled along behind their owners. Lustina looked at Mona then back over her shoulder at the galley tied up at the dock. In the rigging, she saw a couple of nude Amazons.
One a blonde the other a sultry brunette, spread-eagled and glistening with oil under the blistering Roman Sun.
Luna and Sheeta were baked well done under a cloudless blue sky.
That evening, with their backs arched on wooden struts. Their wrists outstretched along the smooth wood. The two Sun-bronzed Amazons paid dear homage to their Roman Master and Mistress. They slowly paraded themselves naked around a stout marble column inset in the center of the dining chamber. Carlos had used a stout leather binding to form a loop that permitted the struts to be loosely attached on one end to the smooth stone column. In addition, he'd attached a wooden spreader between each girls ankles. Causing them to awkwardly stumble about the column. In his cleverness, he had equipped himself with a flail made of strips of eel skin. As the Amazons slowly turned about the column, he would lash them across their out-thrust breasts. Leaving vivid welts and streaks crossing two pairs of sunburned bare breasts.
With each stroke, the girl receiving the lash would emit a guttural deep gasp. Vocalizing the sting of the lash against her already well punished breasts. With a gesture of his hand, Flavious motioned for Carlos to stop the whipping of the two girls. Both girl's ripe breasts quivered and jiggled visibly with each stumbling step they took. Their nipples danced erect and puckered. Sore testaments of Carlos' accuracy with the eel skin flails.
Flavious whispered to Julia as she was eating a plump, spiced chicken. Somewhat drunk on wine, she nodded her head and smiled as she stood up. Nude, Julia sauntered over to the two exhausted Amazons. Her hands still wet with moisture from the chickens. She licked her fingers and then got the idea to wipe her hands on Sheeta's breasts. As she did, Sheeta winced. Julia noticed how her fingers made white paths on the girl's skin as she drug her hand over her firm mounds. The blonde had a nasty sunburn all right. Looking Sheeta squarely in the eye, she tweaked the blonde's nipples. Sheeta tossed back her head and mutely let out a short breathy gasp, “AAA! Oh, please mistress my nipples are so blistered.”
Julia got a smirk on her face, “Aww, pretty blonde girl's nipples sore are they? I could make them even more sore than they are now. Carlos, hand me a fresh switch.”
Carlos handed Julia a thin, supple jute plant switch. No one ever sliced flesh with it, but it delivered an incredible sting. A sting that would move the soul. Sun blistered nipples were no place to test a new switch on.
“Now, blonde Amazon, let's see just how sore your nipples really are!” With that said, she struck the blonde, helplessly bound with her back on a strut, squarely across both of her nipples. The switch made a hiss as it sliced the air. The sound of its impact resembled the sound of two hefty, full wine bladders being struck.
Sheeta couldn't believe Julia hit her nipples like that. She looked down to see the vivid red line painted by the switch across the centers of her breasts. Bisecting both cherry red nipples causing them to throb. She felt her eyes cloud up with tears. The whole scene began to grow dim and it seemed to be in slow motion. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She could feel her heart beating in her ear. As she tried to focus on Julia's face, she saw her shoulder go back with the switch on high. Again the hissing sound of slicing air. The impact on her breasts was numb. She felt the limb dig into her nipples. She looked down this time to see it indent her breasts. Causing her rubber like nipples to distort for a few seconds then pop back into their proper shape as the switch bounced away.
Her chest felt incredibly heavy and it was hard for her to breath. She forced herself to suck in air. In actuality, she was afraid to breath as it would cause her to thrust her breasts outward. Making her fear that Julia would interpret this act as asking for another strike with the switch. But, she gave up her fear to the need to get air. As she drew in her breath, her breasts heaved up and forward. Again, she saw Julia's face and she seemed to be speaking but no words were coming out. Shaking her head, she saw Julia's arm go back to slice her again, only this time she saw a male hand stop her arm. Things began to become more normal as she got her second wind.
“Enough Julia, she's had enough. You'll split her nipples if you keep that up. Work on the other one after all she's the one who spit on me.” Flavious told Julia. He examined the blonde's breasts noting the two blood red welts across her nipples. He slapped her ass as she awkwardly trodden around the column. Luna appeared from the other side. He noticed her coming, “Work on this one, her nipples look fresh enough. Carlos I want these two brought to my chambers later on.” Carlos nodded he understood the command.
Flavious fingered Luna as he spoke to Julia, “This one's has callused nipples. Feel them.” Julia put her fingers on them. They felt hot, but more leathery than the blonde's did. He smiled as he finished his words to Julia, “You can work on these for quite a while. I think they've hardened up a lot from being rubbed on the wood of the ores, right Luna?” She snorted at his comment and spit, but missed and it landed on Julia.
In an immediate reaction, Julia laid the switch in a side arm stroke directly across Luna's nipples. To Julia, as the switch hit Luna's nipples, she felt a sudden vibration go back up the shaft of the switch. It actually felt like she'd hit a couple of small stones. Luna has very hard nipples. Luna's only reaction to the switch was a quick toss of her head and a grit of her teeth. As she glared at Julia with clenched teeth she spat out between her teeth, “I can take anything you can dish out, bitch mistress!”
Julia accommodated her. It was an easy stroke. No weight was put behind it. There didn't have to be. Not with a switch like that one. It hissed ominously in the air. The sifting slice impacted her firm cones with a bead of fire. Wrapping and contouring to the shape of her breasts the switch did its job on Luna's nipples. Luna shook off the effect with a side to side shimmy of her breasts. This amazed those in the dining area who watched the scene unfold between Luna and Julia.
Julia did another likewise stroke of the switch to Luna. This time Luna's voice went a bit higher and more of a shrill could be heard as she continued her defiance. Julia shrugged her shoulders and in rapid succession, she let Luna have six quick throbbing strokes. Each one plastered itself on Luna's hard nipples. They could have been made of stone, but this switch was more than capable of melting the most stubborn of sluts. Julia delivered in all eighteen stingers to Luna's weathered nipples. They glowed red in the dim torch light of the dining area. That eighteenth stroke, made Luna's knees buckle slightly as she gasped a breathy plea for mercy.
Flavious stepped in. He fingered her swollen nipples. They still were rock hard. He grabbed a fist full of Luna's dark hair yanking it back, “Hurt don't they you slut?!”
“Y-Y-Yes, Master. They hurt awful Master, please Master have mercy on me, Master, AAA!”
Flavious snapped his fingers at Carlos, “Get me a bit gag and the clips! And, bring a couple of those shinny bobble weights with you.”
As Carlos went to get the items he ordered, Flavious continued to finger Luna's hard nipples. They still felt like small stones sewn into leather. He looked at her watering eyes as his fingers squeezed and twisted her nipples. Carlos returned with the awful clips, bit gag and weights.
“See these, slut?” Flavious grabbed her hair again. She nodded slightly as he dangled the clips and gag in front of her. “You are going to continue to trod uselessly about this column. Only now your nipples will be adorned with these pretty clips, not to mention these weights as well. And, to keep your tongue still, you'll wear this gag. Carlos, release the blonde and have her bathed and pampered by Mona and Lustina. This one will continue to entertain us while we finish our meal.”
As Carlos released Sheeta he gave her over to Mona and Lustina. He repositioned Luna so that the heavy strut was across her shoulders rather than behind her back. Flavious attached the bit gag to Luna. Her teeth chinked down onto it as he now attached the clips to her nipples. One at a time. She guffawed and gagged. Her nipples were so hard that the clips barely made any indentation in them. Julia palmed her own nipples as she had felt these clips before and she knew they were firm. Flavious hooked, one at a time again, the shinny bobbles to the clips. Causing her nipples to bend over slightly. As he teased them, the weights made her breasts sway back and forth. In an idle action that looked as obscene as it did provocative.
“There now, don't you look the pretty one. All decked out with such attractive jewelry. Doesn't she now, dear guests?” Flavious announced as if to mock the girl's obvious distress. The audience responded with obscene calls and applause.
Flavious rubbed his jaw, “It isn't proper that she not have anywhere to go to show off her pretty jewelry, now does it?” The audience gave a shake of their heads and responded with a series of cat calls and someone shouted, “Maybe she could travel about that column to find someone to admire her lovely jewelry?”
Flavious pointed to the voice, “Capital idea. Julia, would you be so kind as to coax our nipple clipped little slut to start her endless journey about this column. Here, use this whip to get her started...”
Julia swung a side arm stroke that nailed the girl across her back. Making her lung forward and stagger a bit. The motion caused the weights attached to her nipples to sway and jerk her breasts about. A second stroke caused Luna to cry out against her bit, “AAA!” She started her useless trod about the column making slow awkward sprawl-legged steps caused by the spreader still attached to her ankles. When she'd made two such circuits of the column, Julia delivered her another coaxing with the whip across her back. The tips of the whip curled around scoring the side curves of her breasts. Causing her additional pain. Julia gave her stroke immediately following the other one, WHAP!
Luna arched her back causing her breasts to thrust forward with the clips and weights yanking them this way and that. From behind the gag in her mouth, she gave a guttural gasp, “AAA!”
By this time, Flavious told Carlos he could join them for some food. Julia gave Luna in all, seven more swipes with the whip. Each one drawing a throaty gasp from the grotesquely bound sunburned Amazon nakedly trodding about the column. Her breasts sagged slightly flopping about due to the stress imposed upon them by the clips and weights.
As Julia seated herself again by her Master, Flavious, she kissed him. Smiling, she took her goblet of wine and drank a large gulp. The chicken tasted so good. Flavious poured some of the wine over Julia's breasts.
With his tongue, he licked the tips of her nipples. She giggled and poured some more wine over her clitoris. Flavious indulged himself.
Jasmine availed herself to Marcus. The wine tasted quite sweet on her swollen breasts. Wine mixed with Lydia's breast milk tasted unique sweet. Lydia had been eating a lot of foods cooked in honey. She was so swollen with her fruit, needed help to go about. Her breasts were aching and full of milk. Mixed with wine, she tasted sweeter than Mona. Gretchen milked her.
The Amazon sweated and struggling to keep her footing on the smooth marble floor. Luna developed a renewed sense of devotion to both her Master and mistress. Her desire to please out-weighed her desire to escape. So she tried to convey that to her Master, “Master. Please let me serve you. Free me that I might join in your pleasure...” Luna spoke with a yearning to please tone of voice. “Mistress, may I also be free to please you?” Luna begged.
Flavious looked at his handy work. She was his piece of property. He rubbed his jaw. Julia looked at him in a bit of surprise. She whispered to him, “Be careful of this dark hairdo Amazon. She is quite strong even in her weakened condition. Let me go over and give her another taste of the whip for opening her mouth.”
Marcus stopped in mid gulp of a swallow of wine. He looked at Flavious and then at Carlos. Carlos shook his head no. Flavious didn't look at Carlos. Carlos slipped out of sight.
Flavious stood up. He was completely nude, and noticeably erect. He addressed his dinner party, “My guests and newly acquired property. I see this one has spent a very eventful day. If I expect her to serve me better, perhaps I should give her some rest and a chance to recover her strength...” The crowd seemed to murmur about this and the other, “Oh, I get mixed emotions from you all. Julia, how say you to freeing our new slave girl from her humiliation?”
“My Master. I am ready to follow your orders.” She bowed her head to the floor.
“Lydia, how do like your new playmates? I know they aren't pregnant like you are. But I'm sure you can still make use of them. Shall I free them?”
In the manner of Julia, they bowed their heads, “Master, your decision is our order.” They spoke in unison. “Hum. You dear Marcus, could use her mouth to make you cum? Want to have her try?”
“Flavious she is your property. I would agree with anything you decide to do with her.”
“Ha, Ha! All right then the rest of you. How should I use this well muscled Amazon? Leave her to tread pointlessly about that column? Her breasts sore and bouncing under the weights? Or free her to give us her promised pleasures?”
In various voices, some female others male, Flavious heard, “Free her!”
“Leave the slut to toil about the column... I like to watch her breasts bobble and sway.”
“Lash the insolent bitch. Then put her on the wrack!”
“Yes, wrack her! Amazon style.”
“Put more weights on her breasts and one on her clit!”
“Have the blonde brought back! And let them girl each other for our entertainment.”
“Hang her by her thumbs!”
“Flog her!”
“Crucify her.”
“Put her on the wedge.”
One soft mouth girl, holding up her wine glass licked her lips and in a girlish voice, “Let her go that I might suck on her properly...”
Flavious looked at her with a curious air, “You randy little bitch, would like to take her place?”
She looked at Flavious over the tip of her cup. Quietly, she kept on licking the rim of her cup.
“All right, guests, we'll have sport of her some more.” Thinking that Carlos was nearby, he snapped his fingers, “Fix her that we may...”
It was at this word that Luna had managed to free her right arm. In a serious step into action, Flavious looked for Carlos. He was gone! Luna was nearly free now and with the weights still on her breasts she went into action. There was a noticeable fervor among the dining guests. Most were too drunk to take the action seriously. It was the very thing Luna was looking for. A group too drunk to do anything. Flavious was looking about for a weapon. Finding none, he grabbed a drapery from the back of his cushions. Luna took up the spreader that had been fixed to her ankles. She began to strike out at the guests. Landing one blow on Jasmine's head. She fell limp into Marcus' lap. Blood appeared from her forehead. Luna swung at Julia. She missed and the stick broke against the edge of the main table. Flavious used the drapery to fend off the blows of Luna's now broken stick. She tried to bring one hard one up at his balls. It was a near miss.
Using the end of the spreader like a staff. She landed the pointed end against Lydia's pregnant belly. It was not a gentle tap. Lydia doubled and gasped a painful wail that caught the attention of the surgeon. He was attempting to hide behind a side column.
Marcus was on his feet and reaching for a cushion. Grabbing one he paired off a blow that would have nearly killed him. Taking up a nearby knife to cut the main food dish, Flavious held the drapery in one hand and the knife in the other. He smiled a controlled smile at her. Luna was trying to get behind him. Knocking over guests and servants in her path. Luna's eyes grew wide. She stopped and turned. A loud bong hit her on the head. Her eyes rolled up and she fell forward as out of no where a thump forced her to her knees. A gong striker had hit her.
Flavious looked over his shoulder. Carlos was holding the polished servants gong. He smiled at him and cocked his head. Two guards entered behind him holding spears. Looking toward Luna who was shaking her head, he saw Marcus smiling and holding the gong striker. Marcus was smiling and standing quite proud.
Flavious tossed the knife down onto the table. He let the drapery fall to the floor near where it was originally. “Thanks to you, my dear friends. Let us all enjoy our dinner.”
The guards now had the Amazon in hand. They brought her over to Flavious. Those weights on her breasts and sex swayed causing their breasts and clits to move this way and that. The one on right breast fell off.
“Remove her weights. Carlos take her over to the Arena. Give her fifty lashes with the long whip. I don't want her skin off. Just make her think it's coming off. Do the whipping yourself. You may 'use' her when you're done. Make sure she stands at the post all night. Fasten her nipples to it. In the morning, see to it she is employed at the harvest mill. Have her shackled naked to it. She's to remain totally naked at all times. Oil her well I don't want her skin broiled off.”
“Yes, Master. She is quite sunburned already, sire.”
“Yes, She is. A pity for her, tomorrow and the next day laboring in the hot Sun...”
There was a commotion-motion. Lydia was screaming. The surgeon had a worried look on his face.
“Flavious! It's Lydia...” Julia cried out.
“Surgeon, work skillfully. Save her and her babies.” Flavious beseeched.
“I will try, sire.” He was already doing his best. “Get me some hot water, swiftly!”
“If she dies, you die, Amazon bitch!” Flavious promised Luna.
Luna stared back at him. With a surprise to all, Luna asked Flavious, “Let me help the surgeon, Master. This is my fault this is happening. I have skills that can help him.”
Flavious was aghast. He looked at the surgeon who had his eyes on Luna. She nodded to the surgeon with sincerity and confidence. The surgeon looked at her, then at Flavious. He nodded and rolled his head indicating her to join in and assist him.
“What do you know of this, woman?” The surgeon asked pointedly.
“Trust me. This girl births three. The Egyptian method you learned of will handle it, but you will have to make a wider cut...”
“No! That will sever her here and she will bleed to death!” The surgeon was in a hurry.
“True, but you must have a wider cut, or these babies will not get out in time. Trust me!” Luna made eye contact with the surgeon.
He nodded, “All right, be careful of bleeding...” For more than an hour, Luna and the surgeon worked on Lydia. It was certain that her only hope was with opening her belly up and getting her babies out. The surgeon learned this technique in Egypt. The operation was a complete success. Lydia pulled through fine and her three little triplets were weak, but alive.
Flavious smiled at her. He was proud of her three little girls.