Punishment

"Julia. I understand that Lydia was your slave before she belonged to Flavious?"
"Yes, dear divine Caesar." She bowed with exquisite splendor.
"I trust your ordeal of the past taught you a lesson in the nature of slavery to your Master?"
"It did, oh magnificent one." Julia extended her most submissive tone of voice.
"I must admit, your... Excuse me, Flavious' fine blonde slave girl looks quite lovely roped to that column. Her breasts do look a bit strained around those ropes. She takes the Sun quite well, Flavious."
"She does indeed, great Caesar." Flavious responded politely, of his acquired property.
The ropes that secured a nude Lydia to the column pressed firmly against her sunburned skin. The awful one being the obscene rope splitting her bare sex. Whatever punishment the whip inflicted on her sex earlier, the rope only made it worse. The marble of the column felt cool against Lydia's hot skin. She could feel the welts on her ass. Bound to the opposite side of the column, Mona felt the effect of tight ropes holding her to the stone. She was facing the column, and felt the coolness on her ridged welt swollen nipples. Lyona opened to her Master, the Emperor, several fresh whip-lashes crossing her bare back. She appeared to be sporting a fresh sunburn. The two blonde Amazons were on their hands and knees. Supporting a heavy table on their backs. They were totally naked. Fawna had two heavy looking bobble weights dangling from her nipples.
"Marcus, just how many times did you fuck Gretchen today?" The Emperor inquired with a smile on his face as he chewed his chicken breast.
"Why, lord, I..."
"You know, Flavious, I think he poked her every-time your black Nubian laid the whip on that blonde slut of yours." It was obvious to everyone that the Emperor was drunk. When he gets drunk, it's wise to be extra careful, Flavious thought.
"Oh divine Caesar, you know Marcus best of all! His feelings for blonde slave girls can go on and on and on... (he laughs to get Caesar to join in)... ha ha ha!"
"Yes... ha ha! On and on and on..." Caesar stands lifts his tunic and grabs Lyona by her hair and sticks his cock into her mouth. She chokes slightly but keeps sucking on him as he fucks her mouth, "And on... And on... And on..." He is nearing a climax as Lyona nearly chokes again. Flavious is worried that she will gag and bring about a wrath on her from Caesar. The Emperor continues to fuck Lyona in her mouth. Flavious notices this girl sure has a nice mouth for fucking. In a valiant effort to please the Emperor, Lyona tries but she can't keep from gagging. This angers the Emperor. "NONSENSE, BITCH WHORE! String this slut up by her ankles and I want her given a strapping! Whip her! Whip her breasts and sex only until I tell you to stop! Spread her ankles wide and pull her tight." Flavious' guards obey the Emperor at once. While Lyona is in a panic, one of the guards is sent to fetch Carlos. He arrives quickly carrying a wide coarse leather strap.
Lyona struggles in her bondage. She is upside down with wide-spread legs. Her sex is split open exposing her pink bare clitoris. It is the size of Flavious' little finger. Fawna moans as the Emperor relieves himself in her exposed bare cunt. The table stirs slightly. He fills her up with his spunk. As his grunts and gasps are heard, the wet slap of coarse leather echoes down on Lyona's bare sex. The girl jerks. She chokes again.
"GAG THE WHORE!" He screams. It's done. Lyona is fitted with a gag that resembles an erect cock. It slides easily into her throat. She gets another stroke on her sex while it's being put in places. Her abdominal muscles strain as she tries to fold herself up to protect her spread bare sex from the strap.
"(WHOP) GHRUMP!" The next stroke finds her mute 'WHOP'. Her head shakes and her body quivers 'WHOP'. All that can be heard now is the Emperor's heavy breathing and the harsh slap of the strap 'WHOP'. Lyona's vocals are damper to a soft whimper. Her sun-baked nipples pop erect under the harsh strap 'WHOP'. Carlos follows the Emperor's directions. He rakes the rough leather across her tender nipples. It turns them a vivid red. Lydia and Mona cringe in their ropes 'WHOP'. Julia sweats in silence 'WHOP'. The only sound being heard now is a wet sound of the strap 'WHOP'. Followed by a faint whine from the gagged slave girl. Carlos uses every skill he can to minimize the strokes 'WHOP' he must deliver to the helpless girl. Three to her sex, followed by three to her breasts 'WHOP' and again 'WHOP' again 'WHOP'. This beating follows this form for more than an hour. Lyona tries to faint, but the pain drives her back. Her breasts are crimson and her sex is beet red 'WHOP'. A couple of times she almost faints because she can't get her breath 'WHOP'. Nature prevails and she breaths again 'WHOP'. Again the strap falls 'WHOP' 'WHOP' 'WHOP'.
Finally, the Emperor hold his hand up to stop. Carlos gladly does.
"FUCK HER! All of you, fuck her good on that red, RAW SEX OF HERS!" This is no request from the Emperor, it's a command. Lyona is whimpering and spasms coarse through her. Before Marcus can undo his tunic, he looks and to his surprise, Lyona has climaxed!
"By the gods! Flavious, she likes the strapping! Look!"
The Emperor smiles, "You think me cruel, I know, but Lyona loves having her sex whipped, then being fucked. In that order... Oh, her breasts need to be licked, Julia, you will accommodate her won't you?"
Julia smiles at a surprised Flavious. Flavious removes his tunic.
"Oh, Flavious, I'm going to fuck this other Amazon of yours... She deserves it." The Emperor smiles. It was no surprise to Flavious that his cock slipped so easily into the inverted, spread-eagle girl. Her sex was piping hot. It was like putting his cock into warmed honey.
A few strokes made her respond to him and with a renewed urgency, Flavious let himself loose inside the girl's flowing fountain of lust. A groan and a gasp told Julia, who was finding Lyona's nipples a ridged delight in her mouth, that the girl was boiling with orgasm.
The Emperor made a simple gesture to remove Lyona's gag. The girl was gasping for air and vocalizing her climax. Marcus brought her to a new level. The juices flowed out of her and down her back and belly. Like Flavious, his cock slid firm and easy into her. He fucked her really good and deep.
Lyona was bubbling over and a mixture of Flavious' and Marcus' cum along with her juices flowed over her stomach and back.
"Carlos, indulge me." The Emperor was now fully nude. He held his hand out for the strap. With a courtly nod, Carlos handed him the strap and crossed his burly arms over his chest. Using first his fist, the Emperor slid it down into Lyona's gaping cunt. All those juices squirted and flowed out of her. He worked his fist inside of her several times. It aroused her a great deal. In a full arch, he brought the strap across her bare wet sex. It made a resounding wet sounding slap as it struck her spread cleft. She let out a guttural gasp, "GAW!"
He struck again. She gasped again.
He struck again. Another gasp was heard. For several minutes this went on. When the Emperor stopped his strokes, her sex was again full of juices. She was in full climax and gasping in orgasm. He polished her nipples with a couple of hearty slaps. Her breasts bounced and jiggled under the blows.
"She loves it, kind friends..."
Lyona was used by all and strapped for several hours. It was hard to believe all that liquid came from one slave girl. While the festive play with Lyona was going on in the main dining room, things were quite different in the kitchen area. Already things were in preparation for the next day...
In the cellar below the kitchen, an attractive, dark hairdo girl labored nude at grinding tomorrow's grain. Her pace kept up by another nude girl holding a sharp stick. She would poke it at the dimples above the girl's round ass cheeks.
Every third turn of the mill earned the girl bent to the task a whip-lash. This stroke usually found a bare, bullet tipped breast, or a casually spread thigh. In its wake, a red welt would form. The girl learned that she must work or suffer.
Carlos went to the kitchen to fetch some food. In his place, he still dined in the kitchen. Cook was a fine figure of a woman. Thirty three years of age and not a wrinkle on her. Her dark curly hair accented her tawny complexion, dusky and bronze. Full lips and deep blue eyes gave her a lusty `ready for sex' look.
Carlos liked Cook. She smiled at him. Wearing only her short, white kitchen tunic. She ran the kitchen sluts with a iron hand. The food was always sumptuous. With Master's guests all well fed and the kitchen slaves busy, she could enjoy a peaceful hour with Carlos. She suggested a wine from the cellar. She could drink it by permission from the Master, because she was Cook. As Carlos went below to the cellar, he heard the rumble of the flour mill. The air was thick with grain dust. He heard a woman cough. It was dim with the few torches lit. He saw a brown haired girl bent to the lever of the mill. Nude, she was sweating, but turning it without being chained to it.
Standing, naked, with her wrists drawn up by cords on each side to a post, was the dark hair girl. Her back was vividly laced with welts. She'd been flogged. With her head resting on the post, she'd tried to adjust herself when Carlos approached her. It seem that she was slightly squatting with her legs spread against the post. Her ankles were bound to each side of it. He could see the sides of her breasts. They were streaked with welts. This girl was young. No more than twenty. What he didn't see was that a prong had been placed against the post, she'd been thrust upon it.
He walked past her and as he did, she gave a muted sigh. Lisa clenched her fists in orgasm.
"Those two in the cellar, one of them is bound to the post, flogged while the other is turning the wheel unchained. It that normally done?"
"Not by my order, come Carlos, I want to see so let's investigate together." As Cook and Carlos made their way down stairs, the dim light was enhanced as Cook lit another torch and motioned for Carlos to do the same. The girl at the wheel stopped her labor. Cook asked, "Missy, why are you working the wheel? Also, why is Lisa bound over here and flogged?"
"She displeased me. I think she's a lazy slut. I'd saw to her flogging and left her on a peg. It is easier for me to do this work than to have such a lazy slut slowly turning this stone. I can do three times the work she can do..."
"This is not your place to flog a slave. You know your orders, you are to get me and I will see to her punishment or yours for that matter..."
"Hump... She's the bitch here. I can work hard to get the grain ready for the morning breakfast..."
"Work you shall! Get busy!" Cook took up the flogger and laid several strokes over the girl's bare back. Some of the lashes curled around and kissed the sides of her breasts. It made them jiggle and sway.
The girl twisted in pain and pushed the lever firmly and with a remarkable pace. Cook hung the whip where she could see it. Hanging limp now from the bonds, the girl at the post looked at Cook with an expression of recent orgasm. She winced and yelped as Cook lifted her off the peg. It was wet and smelled of the girl's musk.
"Up with you now. Put the grain on the rollers. You don't have to turn the wheel, but you'll go back on that peg along with a fresh flogging if this grain isn't ready by first crow... That goes for you, too, wheel slut! I'll hang the two of you up on each side of this post, flogged and with pegs well inside the both of you, understand? Get to work!"
"Y'smistress..." The two said in unison. A smart stroke of the lash fell across the ass of the girl at the wheel. Followed by another over the ass of the girl pouring grain onto the rollers.
"WORK!" As they climbed back up the stairs, Carlos followed Cook. Cook has a nice ass, he thought. Laying on a table, Cook, now naked, receives Carlos' hard cock. It slides into her with obvious ease. He pumps her. Full of food and feeling greatly relieved, Carlos returns to his quarters. Fawna is curled up at the foot of his bed. She's in chains. Julia snuggles up to Flavious. Her bare breasts pressing against his side. Lydia and Mona are once again nipple to nipple. Mona's tongue probes Lydia's soft mouth.
"Master?" Julia whimpers.
"Yes."
"Is the Emperor leaving tomorrow?"
"Why do you ask?"
"It is much better when you are in charge..."
"You don't think I am in charge?!"
"Sir, I mean when it is you alone with out us having to answer to the Emperor..."
"Hum."
"I know that you must punish me for what I have said..."
"Hummm..."
"In the garden, sir..."
"Hummm..."
"Oh, sir, the balcony... The statues... The Sun..."
Julia's attention fell to the rows of statues that her Master had placed as decorative reminders. Each one capable of forcing domination on her. A willing captive... To be punished...