Julia on Display

Some three weeks passing since the Emperor had left. Flavious was already planning a new event. This would be a wrestling event. Consisting of winners whipping the losers. A test of raw female strength and not without some consideration, Flavious sent Mona and Lydia to labor in the fields. Julia and he were on their way to visit the work in progress.
The sedan chair was being carried by four of Flavious' strongest male slaves bounced along. The diaphanous curtains blowing here and about in the warm breeze. Flavious and Julia were laughing and sharing grapes. A blue sky had a few white clouds drifting slowly in the wind. The Sun was quite warm to the feel. The grass was very green. The trees are full of leaves and rustled in the swirls of wind brushing them to and fro.
Swallowing a gulp of wine from a bota bag, Julia smiled allowing a bit of it to dribble from the corners of her soft mouth. Wrinkling up her cute pug nose she quipped, “Lydia is swelling up again, Master. You are so good for her. I swear she gets better with age and giving birth to more children.”
“If Romulus and Reemus had a woman such as her, Rome would surely have been built in only a day, ha ha!”
Julia giggles as Flavious fondled her left breast, “Hee hee, oh how right you are, Master.” He smiled at her joy as he rubbed the now ridged and bullet like erect nipple.
“Master?” Julia twisted her hair a bit. Flavious looked at her, “Will you have me sent to the fields?”
“I don't know. Do you want to go?”
She paused in her words, “I'm not sure...”
“Things can be quite cruel there... Ah, you will soon see... We have arrived.”
Flavious stepped out of his chair and put on his robe of status. He put a collar and leash on Julia. Otherwise, except for her slave-sandals, she was totally nude. The entrance to the fields was marked with a simple arch of wood and a gate. A wall of pointed stakes defined the production fields from the Villa's grounds and garden. It also served as a method of confining the field slaves to the proper area.
Here and there a contingent of slaves, both male and female worked on and maintained the wall. They did their work in the nude.
“Master Flavious! Greetings and welcome to this part of your island...” Artimus, the warden of the fields greeted his owner.
“Artimus, good to see you. It has been how long since I was up here?”
“Two years ago, Master. It was then you ordered the wall to be built around the fields.”
“Yes. I remember I caught one of the Arena guests trying to help themselves of a couple to my field girls... It turned out that they were Phoenician slave traders, just waiting for a chance to steal from me.”
“So, sir, what may I show you first? Or, do you prefer to go about on your own?” Artimus admires Julia.
“There now, Artimus, she's not a new arrival. I actually wanted to see how my Mona and Lydia are doing. Take me to where they are working, for now...”
As Artimus led Flavious to where Lydia and Mona were doing their assigned tasks, he told his owner of the progress being made in the fields. Grown food production was up by more than sixty percent. The cattle herd had grown by more than seventy percent and his fowl reserves were up over two hundred percent. Flavious was more than pleased.
Julia felt openly displayed as Flavious led her by the leash and collar that he put on her. As they passed slaves working, some would stop their work and look at Julia. She felt naked and at one point tried to cover herself.
“Just a moment, Artimus. Julia, are you trying to cover yourself?”
“Master, I... I... Yes, Master.” Julia lowered her eyes. Still with her hands covering her breasts. She felt the Sun warm on her shoulders. Flavious eyed her then looked at Artimus, “Artimus, have you a punishment for coy slave girls here in the fields?”
“Yes, Master. We put them 'on display' as punishment sir.”
“I think Julia here needs to be put on display, don't you think so Artimus? She's been acting a bit coy, this morning...”
“Indeed Master. She has no need to hide her breasts here in the fields. Most of the women are nude, with a few exceptions.”
“Good, we'll put her on display. I think maybe ten across the breasts with your three tail whapper should be in order. It is her breasts that she seems the most coy about...”
The display was an 'X' shaped cross tilted back about 30 degrees supported by two struts. It sat in a clearing with full exposure to the sun all day. There were three of these 'displays' available one was in use. Holding a hefty, young Nubian girl, with large breasts and no hair, not even on her head. She glistened provocatively in the sun; bound to it with leather cords, that kept the palms of her hands facing upward and her legs splayed obscenely wide.
“Artimus, I thought Nubians didn't mind being naked or nearly so. I know they prefer a loin cloth or skirt, but bare breasts are second nature to them. In fact, in their tribes, it's customary for women to be bare breasted...” Flavious was curious why the Nubian was being punished.

“Master, this one complained about the skirt we offered her, and about the loin cloth being too small. She needed a reminder that she can be left without anything at all.” Artimus explained. Flavious nodded and admired the girl's supple nakedness. As he fondled her breasts, he noticed how red the tips of her nipples had become. “Be sure who you put on these crosses, is kept well oiled, I don't want a crop of raisin slaves showing up in the arena...” Artimus nodded in acknowledgment.
Julia was bound like the Nubian by a couple of field hands. A few others had gathered about to witness Julia's breast whipping. It was a fairly even mix of about two dozen male and female slaves formed a semi circle about the crosses. Her legs had been bound at the knees forcing her into a wider spread and greater exposure of her hairless sex. Julia felt humiliated to be exposed in this fashion.
One white girl in her mid-twenties, dusty and sweaty, smiled at Julia as she leaned on the handle of her hoe. It was obvious that this girl had been naked for so long that it was no bother to show herself off. Her skin had become dark and dusky from prolonged exposure; she could have passed for African except for her lovely green eyes. Her medium breasts, with large erect nipples, that had been baked brown matching her skin; only the profile of their erection made it clear they were there at all. Her dark hair blew disheveled in the wind. The taper of her smooth thighs formed a equally sun-bronzed bare 'V' at the juncture of her sex. The cleft of her womanhood, folded into an almost black keyhole shaped crack that allowed her clitoris to peeked out from between her sun-tanned cleft.
One nude male slave, who'd became somewhat erect viewing Julia so openly displayed, made her feel very uncomfortable. She shifted uneasily on the cross. That white girl stood next to him and smiled a seductive grin at Julia's notice of the male slave's erection. She brushed his arm and gave a quick jerk on his cock. He looked at her and smiled back. Flavious noticed the girl's 'smart-ass' grin and commented about it to Artimus.
Artimus nodded and turned back to Flavious, “Yes, sir, her name is Median. She came in on the boat seven years ago; looking kind of skinny, you had her sent up here to grow up, sir. She grew up, all right.”
Median looked at the scene before her and in her 'I know I'm good' attitude, voiced out to Artimus, “Good Masters, she's a house-slut is she not? Leave her with me and I'll teach her to be so proud of her nakedness that she'll walk down the great Forum of Rome with rings in her nipples and one in her sex ready for anyone, or anything you might desire...” The small gathering stirred and sniggled a bit.
“That'll be enough! For some of you, I'll let this pass as this is the first time many of you have seen your Master and owner, Flavious. Median, you probably don't remember him. That's to be understood, but now you must show the greatest of respect for him as he disciplines one of his body slaves.” In a gesture of apology and respect, they all bowed and drop to their knees. Median is the last to do this. Artimus gives her a stern look. She looks back at him. Median is the most lusty slave girl in the camp.
“Artimus, this Median intrigues me. It's getting hot out here, why don't we let Median whip Julia?”
“Excellent idea, Flavious. Have her do the work.”
“You may all rise and Median, come here.”
Median handed her hoe to the male with the hard cock she'd been eyeing a few moments earlier. He took it and looked at her sauntering over to the Masters. Faint lines from a whip lashing here and there crossed her back and buttocks.
“Median, Master Flavious wishes you to whip slave Julia here.”
Median looked at Artimus and then at Flavious. She then looked at Julia who was breathing heavily, “Masters, how do you wish me to punish her? You have put her on display quite nicely, sir. Unless you wished to give her something more, perhaps like you did me, Master Artimus, the last time?”
“How was that, Median? I punish a lot of slaves at this cross.”
“Master, first you whipped my breasts. Then you switched my nipples and then switched my sex. You made me come in that position. Then left me there all day under this blistering Sun, you returned later that afternoon and whipped me again. Oh, yes, you switched my nipples again very hard.” She puts her fingers under each of her full erect nipples and lifts them upward, “They turned so red and hard in the Sun. You finished my punishment with another dose of the switch on my clit, making me come again and again until sun-down. The very next day, you had me black-snake whipped and put astride that wedge all because you wanted to see if I could take it. Sir, see, I still have some of the marks and my little clit,” she pulled apart the lips of her sex exposing her reddish brown clitoris, “is still sore from riding on that crest...” As she finished her description, she turned this way and that showing off the lash marks. Once again holding open the lips of her sex to expose her clit to everyone. It was obvious this girl was in possession of very little shame. Then she'd lowered her head. Looking about with her head tilted slightly downward, she noticed the male slaves had become quite erect. The Master's crotches bulged larger than normal. “Do you want me to punish Shona as well, Masters..?”
Flavious mumbled to himself, “Artimus, you did all that to her in one day? What did she do try to escape?”
Artimus smiled and wiped the corner of his mouth, “She's a delightful one to work over, you know...”
Flavious held up his hand, “Another time my friend. Really, though, this girl reeks with sex. I could use her in the arena...”
“Master Flavious, how do you wish Median to punish slave Julia?”
“Since she was shy about her breasts, which I find quite unusual for her, then her breasts should be punished. Give her ten strokes across both of her breasts with Master Artimus' three thong. Oh, and Median, make her come in front of us, too.”
“Median, you heard Master Flavious. Punish Julia...”
“Yes, Masters.” In a obvious put on of respect, Median bowed low and with her head away from Artimus and Flavious, gave Julia a wicked smile and licked her lips. Julia trembled, but was obviously quite excited. This girl had a head full of depraved desires.
What amazed Flavious, was Median's casual attitude toward her nudity. This girl had been living totally naked for several years now. Clothing was something she had no need for and her attitude made that clear. She walked over the quite hot ground barefooted.
Artimus handed Median his three thong whip, which was made of three strips of leather, that had been soaked in brine water for suppleness. Bending over to get two stones from the ground, she gave the slaves a good showing of her damp cleft. She looked around and smiled at them. There were a few moans. Testing their weight, she put them one each into Julia's upturned hands. She leaned over and whispered in Julia's left ear, “Don't drop them.” It was both advise and a warning.
She tested the whip by whisking it in a lazy arch, which coiled sensuous about her back and lightly snapped over her own breasts. The stroke made her give a girlish, “Oh.” All present were engrossed at her show of control over both the crowd and slave Julia. Julia gave off a small squeal when the lashes made a wet sound on Median's breasts.
Taking up her position to Julia's right and slightly in front of her position, Median let go her first lash. It slithered across Julia's breasts. Making her gasp a quick breath, which made her breasts bounce slightly. Another stroke slithered itself over her quivering swollen breasts. This stroke left Julia gasping deeper and she struggled slightly in her bonds.
Median delivered the ten lashes across Julia's bare, exposed breasts. Each one drawing some squeal, plea, moan or gasp from Flavious' sumptuous body slave. When Median had finished with the whip, she was sweating and breathing almost as hard as Julia. Median's breasts rose and fell with their hard tips quivering in the sun. She lowered her left hand down to Julia's exposed sex. With a quick parting of her nether lips, her middle finger began stroking Julia's clit. Median knelt down and using her tongue, she brought Julia to a boil.
Julia's hands with upturned palms, opened and closed rapidly as Median's tongue extracted a rippling orgasm from her. The exposure to the sun, in combination with the humiliating position the cross placed her in, gave a harsh impact to the climax of her body.
Median stood up and using the back of her hand she idle brushed her mouth. She looked about and smiled at her fellow slaves, “Our good Masters have given me a treat. This one,” She motioned her hand toward Julia's bound nudity, “tastes sweet like the other house girls. I am most humble in my gratitude from good Master Flavious for allowing me to enjoy her.” Finishing those words, she made eye
contact with Artimus, obviously taking her position with him. In a casual almost dance like captivating series of motions, Median gave an all too exposing and erotic stretch of her lithe nudity that no one could possibly ignore.
“Artimus, she's testing you...” Flavious noticed as he leaned toward his field overseer.
Artimus stared right back at her, watching her turn saunter towards the others. He slowly responded to his Master's words, “I think Median is riding for a fall, sir... All right, now, back to work with all of you, show's over.”
Median leaned over and spoke to the male slave named Palbus, that held her hoe, she smiled at him and licked her lips, “It didn't take much to make that comfort slut come.”
“Just you, Median...” Palbus looked toward Julia. He was quite erect at watching the whipping.
“You think that I was too hard on her? Oh, my, you're hard, Palbus... I'll bet you'd like to ream me with it, wouldn't you?” Median licked her lips casually as she eyed his hard on.
“Watching you is enough to make any man hard...” Palbus spoke in a low voice.
“Remember the time Artimus had Trembius flay me with a bundle of those switches? I was upside down between the heavy timbers. It was very hot that day! I remember that I got sunburned on my clitoris and the undersides of my breasts... He laid those switches so hard on my sore undersides that I actually thought he'd sliced my breasts off. The weight of those things on my spread sex were enough to make me pass out. Using cold water on me, Artimus revived me enough to get another dose squarely on my clitoris... I really thought he popped it open, it hurt so much. You know, I'll just bet that little slut of Flavious' doesn't know what a real switching is... I wonder if she ever will?”
“Be-careful, Median, Flavious is still the owner. Some how I don't think he wants his personal slave girl skinned...”
Median thought to herself that she could make Master Flavious a lot more happy than that weak house cunt on the cross. She looked back to see the two men talking.
Flavious looked toward the scattering slaves and then at Artimus, “Artimus, I think Median needs some lessons in respect. Have her whipped, will you?”
“Master, if I may speak openly with you?' At first Artimus angered Flavious, but he looked at his favorite trusted slave now more as a friend, “Yes, Artimus, you are wise to speak openly with me...”
“Sir, we did order Median to lash Julia and make her come. It would be wrong to punish a slave for following orders...”
“You are right, of course, Artimus. This is your true experience speaking and you have pleased me greatly with your obvious gains in the fields.”
Flavious still looked firmly at Median who was now strolling toward her work area. Openly naked, as he turned his head away, she looked back over her shoulder at him. She was smiling.