Median's Whipping

Artimus and Flavious continued the tour of the grounds. Julia was taken down from the cross and allowed access to Artimus' quarters to rest from her ordeal. The warm, late spring day had all the slaves working with purpose. Flavious saw the various fields of vegetables and wheat growing to near record abundance. The cattle in the pastures ate the green lush grass and were becoming quite fat and ripe. “Artimus, I can't help thinking about this girl, Median. She's developed into a superb female. I think she is more than just a field slave.” Flavious spoke as they walked toward the harvest wheel.
The two men stopped. “Master, Median is a very clever woman as well as a slave. She needs to be behind bars or walls. Sir, she'd escape in a moment if she had a place to go. This island is too far away from Rome for her to swim. Though I am sure she has thought to try. She had became difficult to handle starting a couple of years ago.”
“Has she had any babies yet?”
“No. I am surprised though. It'd be a safe bet, sir, that nearly every man in the fields has had her more than once. It's possible she can't have babies... Ah, we are at the new harvest wheel. It's here that I have your other two house slaves employed.”
The harvest wheel was of new construction. By design it is powered by eight slaves of mixed sexes shackled in pairs side by side pushing a lever. There are four levers. It is possible in some instances if punishment is needed, to attached a slave with his or her back arched against a lever making it possible to apply the whip to the slave's front as well as backside. Lydia and Mona, both naked, work side by side pushing one of the levers.
More than just two pregnant girls labored at this task. One other exotic looking blonde, even more noticeably pregnant than Lydia or Mona, sweating at this work. It was Fawna, but unlike the rest of the women on this wheel, her breasts were being squeezed between two polished pieces of wood. Flavious noticed this and asked, “Why is that one breast clamped?”
“That's the one called Fawna. She's an Amazon, Master...” Artimus began to explain when Flavious held up his hand.
“Oh, now I remember. Carlos brought her over here a few months ago, the Emperor amused himself with her and from the looks of her, quite well...” Flavious recalled her now.
“Yes, Master, that's right. I put the clamp on her as she kept complaining about her breasts being too floppy and she wanted something to wear. I put her on display a few times and had her breasts whipped twice, but she still complained. So I did put something on her, though, I really don't think she likes the clamps very well.” Artimus explained.
“Ah, so and well employed I see. I recall the first time I'd seen a breast clamp used. A Persian by the name of Altoose punished one of his harem girls for spilling a drink on me. She claimed that her breasts got in the way and caused them to spill the drink. I thought the whole thing was silly, but Altoose failed to see any humor in it. This was when I was a centurion a few years ago. He had a eunuch strip her, then fasten a set of those clamps on her breasts and screw it down until they bulged. He then had the eunuch take up a thin switch and drub her nipples with it until the girl fairly howled. I had to put my hands over my ears, she wailed so loud...” Flavious shook his head.
“That must have been awful to listen to, sir.” Artimus added.
“Oh, Altoose had the girl bit-gagged which brought some solace. When I left there, three months later, I saw the girl still wearing that thing. She had the sorest looking nipples I think I ever had seen on a slave girl. Evidently, she'd been drubbed everyday on them with that switch for as long as I stayed in his palace. She learned her lesson that's for sure.” Flavious commented pleased that Artimus put to good use one of his expensive toys.
Fawna bent to her task as her Master ordered. Behind her equally naked, but not so noticeably pregnant, followed Mona and Lydia. They smiled at Flavious. The both of them were glad to see him.
Artimus held up his hand for the wheel to stop. All eight of the slaves laboring at the device let up on their levers. The wheel rotated a little more on its own momentum. It creaked to a stop.
“Master!” Smiled Lydia holding up her shackled hands to hug him. Almost at the same time, Mona held up her hands, “My Master, dear Master!”
Two of the other girls looked at Lydia and Mona and rolled their eyes. After all, to them, he was also their Master.
“I'm bigger now, Master, and I've not been with anyone else...” Lydia's eyes were full of joy. Artimus shook his head in agreement that she had not been with any of the other male slaves. Flavious smiled and patted her tummy, “All mine, again...” Artimus smiled.
“You keep quiet!” Flavious pointed a finger at Artimus.
“Master, my lips are sealed.” Artimus nodded.
“Master, I've not had a period for three moons now...” Mona was smiling but not as cheerful as Lydia.
“This one, Master, I had put to work in the fields for the first couple of weeks after her arrival. Bulbus and Cestus did fuck her though. It seems she got into a fight with you know who...”
“Median.”
“The same. I punished them both. Oh, now I remember what Median meant when she said the last time I punished her. I'd put her 'on display'. Mona, on the other hand, I put on the scorcher...”
“Scorcher? You've not showed me that as yet.”
“Yes, it's a kind of similar to the 'display' cross, except that the slave is put on it inverted, like that.” He shows Flavious with his hand in relation to the earth an angle of about forty five degrees.
“Hum. Yes. In the arena, they call it a 'rack'.”
“I'd put her on it because I wanted to make an example of the two of them. I wanted them close together enough to see each other, but not enough to start another fight later. I'd oiled Mona up real good all over. Issued her twenty with the three thong across her breasts and another twenty across her sex. After that was when I'd seen Bulbus and Cestus ride on her while she lay spread-eagle in the Sun. They'd looked hard enough to give her a good fucking...”
“Why didn't you stop them?”
“I wish now I had done so, but at the time I didn't realize she was one of your personal slaves. Besides, sir, there isn't any rule against taking a female while she's being punished.”
“True.”
“In fact, I encourage it. From time to time.”
“When I'd strung Median up for her snaking, after I'd finished lashing her, I motioned for Michellus to come over and relieve himself in her. He did.”
“So, if I am to understand you right, Mona could be pregnant, but possibly not by me?”
“I'm afraid so, Master.”
“Well, have Lydia cleaned up and sent back to the villa. I'm afraid Mona will have to stay a while longer. As for Median, I want her in the arena, trained and ready by the next series of events...”
“Yes, Master.”
The next day, Flavious and Julia lounged for lunch by the pool. Lydia was eating some fruit and sunning herself. Artimus was talking with Flavious. He was quite disturbed.
“Master, that little slut, Median. She's slipped away on an escape attempt.”
“Carlos! Germanus! Get some guards and go with Artimus to search for Median. She's made an escape attempt. There are no ships in the harbor, so she is likely hiding somewhere until another ship arrives. There is one due in three days, you have that long to find her, but I suggest you make it quick...” “When we do, do you want her crucified?”
“Maybe later. But for now, bring her to me and we'll confine her to a severe lashing. Now go!”
“Master? Can I whip her when you find her?” Julia asked in a matter of fact tone of voice, but respectful.
“Julia not only will you be allowed to whip her, I'll absolutely insist that you do!” Julia gave him a firm smile.
The search lasted for a day and a half. Germanus and six guards found her hiding in a cave near the harbor. It was late morning when a loud knock on Flavious' door brought him answering. Carlos stood in the doorway, behind him stood Germanus and three guards. Two other guards were on each side of a well-bound Median. Median had been bound with her back arched against a strut. Ropes crossed her breasts and pressed into their firm flesh. A single rope had been passed down between her legs. Finding the soft folds of her sex it obviously rubbed squarely on her bare clitoris.
“Bring her in.”
Struggling, Median slipped a bit on the polished floor. She was dirty and needed a bath. She eyed the food left on Julia's breakfast plate. Flavious sits and looks at her for a few moments. Julia enters, she is still a slave-girl but she is wearing a sheer toga. She is clean and her hair is well styled. Flavious looks at Julia, smiles and then addresses Median, “You look disgusting. Besides being tired, I'm sure. You'll be getting a lot more tired before I'm finished with you. Be glad that I plan to have you whipped and not crucified. But, that may come later...”
“Do as you please with me. I heard that you plan to have me in the arena?”
“You hear correct.”
“I won't go.”
“Oh, you'll go and you'll do as I command.”
“No.”
“Carlos take her to the garden near the pool. String her up and prepare her for the whip.”
“You can whip me for as long as you like, but I won't comply...”
“We'll see.”
After about two hours, Flavious, Julia, and Lydia joined Carlos and the others who'd been there for a while. Median, nude and standing with her wrists crossed and roped. They'd been drawn upward to the free arm of a inverted `L' shaped whipping post. Inset into the lush grass, the post was placed so as allow full exposure to the hot sun. Median was drinking up the Sun. With her wrists above her head, her legs had been obscenely spread and tied to heavy pegs inset into the grass. Her sex, bare and split appeared quite moist and ready. Carlos stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He was holding the supple Manta's tail whip. A messenger delivered a scroll to Flavious and quickly bowed away. Flavious read the message.
“Ho! It seems a fishing boat left this scroll this morning, Marcus is due in on the next galley. My new idea for the arena games has interested the Emperor and some of his closest friends.”
“I assure you they won't involve me. If you think...” Median began a chatter that boiled Flavious' anger and brought a taste of his wrath to her.
“Carlos twist her nipples until she is silent!”
“Yes, Master.” Carlos takes the firm buds of Median's nipples and twists them firmly in opposite directions to each other. She quieted down.
“That's better. Now where was I? Oh, yes, the matter of Marcus' arrival and the new games...”
Julia eyes the glistening nudity of Median, strung up and quivering in the sun. Her breasts swayed slightly as she struggled within her bonds. Flavious, Lydia, and Julia strolled over to a canopy near the pool. Teeva and Minnea, a couple of Flavious' kitchen sluts were swimming about in the blue waters. Both were quite bronze, displaying their brazen nudity.
“Julia. Remove your robe.” Flavious commanded.
She stood up and removed the garment giving Flavious a 'never-no-mind' display of her nakedness, the glistening sunlight accenting her curves.
“Oil yourself well, you are going to be in the sun for a while.”
Reaching into the large jar beside the canopy, she dips a generous amount of special oil. Rubbing it generously over her nudity. Flavious orders Teeva and Minnea to help her. They leap to his command.
“Go over to Carlos and have him hand you the Manta tail whip...”
Julia strolls over to Carlos. He hands her the whip.
“Now, Julia take up a comfortable position to begin whipping Median... I want you to really snake her good. You may whip her from her shoulders to her ankles. I do not want her cut, or skinned. Raise welts if you must. Oil her first so that her skin can drink up the sun as much as the whip...”
“Yes, Master.”
Julia takes up a small bowl of oil. She coats Median to a sheen.
“Julia rub your breasts on Median's breasts. Nipple to nipple, make them flatten smoothly against each of them.”
As she does this, Median moans a bit. Julia whimpers as her erect nipples rub back and forth against Median's hard tips. Both women have firm breasts and are of a similar height and build. The oil makes Julia's breasts slip and slide over Median's up tilted curves. Even with the coating of oil, Median's nipples appear to clutch to Julia's full erect buds. Median whispers to Julia, “I hope Master has you put against me and 'girled'... Go on, rub your sex on mine, while you're at it...”
Julia shakes her head no; “Master has not ordered it...”
“What are you two mumbling about? Julia, be careful, or I will order you two girled following her whipping... Remember you'll be whipped, too, before you both are to girl each other...”
“Yes, Master.” Julia quickly replied to Flavious.
Median looked into Julia's eyes. She licked her lips in a smile, wrinkling her nose a little bit as she spoke, “You'd better snake me really good house slut, Master's orders right? Go on and whip me hard, Julia, all over. Raise some welts across my breasts. Score my nipples to make them hard and swell up in the sun. Whip my sex with up-under strokes, hard ones across my slit. Bring it square to strike my swollen clit. Make me come under the lash! I'll do the same for you, before he has us 'girled'... I'll whip your breasts, nipples, and clitoris making them swell up ripe and ready. Oh, you'll come under the whip, too. Then when we are against each other, you can feel my bare clit throb against your bare clit in climax. I can almost feel you already... Your nipples will be throbbing as they press squarely onto mine. They'll sting from being sunburned almost as much as from the cruel whipping we'll both received.”
“Shut up, whore! Be ready to be whipped, hard!” Julia was livid at this brazen cunt strung up before her.
“House slut, remember I love to be whipped...” Median chided.
Lydia walked slowly over to the two women. She looked innocently pregnant and not pretentious in the least. With her most soft little girl like voice she spoke to Median, “You won't like this one, I'm afraid Miss Median. Mona used it on me one time when I was spread in front of the Emperor. He didn't like the way my nipples looked or something. So Mona whipped me with this, at his order.” She held the whip in her hand a few seconds. Holding it up now for Median to see, “This whip isn't like the usual Roman whip. It's made from the tail of some sea animal my Master calls a Manta ray. He got it on one of his long trips some time ago. It really does hurt... a lot...”
Flavious had planned to have these two beauties put to a girling. Only he would whip Julia himself before putting the two girls into intimate bondage. In position, Julia was standing to Median's right and just slightly behind her. The Manta's tail uncoiled on the grass like a shinny snake. Julia's arm brought the `tail' around in a side arm stroke. It made a soft, whirring kind of hiss as it sliced the air.
The stroke coiled itself over Median's breasts, following the firm curves of their summits. It passed squarely over the right nipple, falling just below the left one. It's tip continued on around the side to snap in the middle of Median's cooper colored bare back. Tossing her head back, Median twisted slightly, looking up at a cloudless blue sky, she stifled back a moan.
Julia pulled the whip back across Median's breasts leaving a deep red welt. Interestingly, the whip drug itself across the upper skin of Median's erect right nipple. It swelled up in protest. Median gave an extra twist to her body. It looked like a futile effort to shake the whip away from her right nipple.
Shifting her weight to get a better stroke kind of movement, Julia shook the whip slightly. It went out a bit longer than before. Bringing it back, again side arm style, Julia laid on a new stroke. She delivered another lash over Median's gloriously bare breasts. This time catching both unprotected nipples square on. Median heaved in her bondage. Again, tossing her head back to see the sky, she held back her anguish by taking in a deep breath.
As she took in her deep breath, Flavious swore her nipples tried to push the whip off of them. Julia, as previous, drug the whip back across both of Median's nipples. The tell-tale white line following the indentation of the whip, then the immediate red welt. Both of her nipples started swelling to twice their normal size. It was obvious the oil that Julia rubbed onto Median before her whipping made the whip cling to her skin. Julia rubbed her hand over Median's bare breasts. Her nipples felt hard and hot to the touch. The ridges across both breasts had turned a bright red in smooth contrast to the cooper color of her skin. Median twisted and writhed straining her body against the ropes holding her. Her outlook on being whipped was changing rapidly. For now, Median was just a slave girl being punished. It doesn't get simpler than that.
Julia didn't let up on her. Scoring lashes across Median's sun drenched nudity with a network of crossing welts and red streaks. In her skill, Julia managed to apply several hard strokes to Median's nipples and clit. Median experienced pounding orgasms as a result of those strokes. It was during these orgasms that Median vocalized the most. She let out a number of gasps and groans during the whipping, but during those orgasms she created a new vocabulary.
Not counting the strokes, Flavious stopped Julia's whipping of Median after about an hour or so. Sweat mixed with oil dripped down the nakedness of both women. Julia began to show some signs of a sunburn. Her shoulders had become a reddish brown color along with the upper slopes of her breasts and butt. Median's nudity reflected her already long term exposure to the sun. Her ruby tipped nipples glistening in the sun, chaffed nearly raw by the evil whip. Along her shoulders, the upper slopes of her breasts and butt, were redder than normal.
Before he decided to have them 'girled', Flavious stood up and walked toward Median. Holding two shinny ornaments fixed with clips, he attached first one to her right nipple then another on her left. Dangling from the end of the clip ornaments were small bobble weights of some eight or so ounces each. These made her nipples bend over and hurt enough to make them burn. Median gasped a bit, then took in a sharp breath, causing her breasts to bounce making the weights jerk on the sore nipples, “AAA!”
In the hot Sun, the shinny clips and weights absorbed the heat. Her two breasts swayed gently as Median shifted her weight trying to stave off the building heat of the metal. They were becoming hellishly hot. Causing Median to sweat in earnest. Her forehead crisped up slightly as her eyes began to plead silently with Master Flavious. She squirmed and twisted in her bonds. The weights dangled down in the air pulling swollen nipples to new heights of pain. Median was suffering humiliation as a result of her whipping. This was accented now, by the twin clips and bobbles dangling from her nipples. Flavious lifted the weights up a bit then let them fall. They felt hot in his fingers almost enough to hurt. Median whimpered again, softly she spoke to her Master, “Please Master, don't have me whipped with that thing anymore. It hurts awful, your blonde one is telling the truth. Oh, Master, fuck your well-whipped and humiliated slave girl. Use me, oh Master, please fuck me, I'm ready for you.”
Removing his tunic, Flavious fucked Median. The fucking motion made her breasts bounce and sway with their painful weights swaying and clicking together. He took her from behind, sliding his rock hard cock well inside of her. He felt the tip of it pounding against her cervex. His fingers brushed against the sun heated clips and weights, Median seemed to thrust herself back against his cock as she heaved her breasts forward to blister even more in the sun. The ramming thrust of his cock sliding in and out of her made her voice gurgle. He motioned for Julia to come over and remove the weights and take up a thin switch. Done, she held the switch poised, waiting her Master's orders. Using hand gestures, he indicated to Julia to use the switch on Median's nipples. She obliged his orders.
Median jerked on Flavious' cock as Julia switched the girl's already well punished nipples. Median's voice cracked and broke causing her to give off guttural, unrecognizable sounds with each stroke of Julia's switch. Flavious began to fuck her to the rhythm of the switch. This went on for several minutes, much to the amusement of the gathered house slaves and Carlos. Who was becoming quite horny watching the scene take place.
Just as Julia's wrist began to get tired from whipping Median's nipples, Flavious halted her actions. In a few more thrusts he unloaded himself deep inside Median's sex. She could feel his cock filling her belly with hot cum. While he finished his fucking of Median, he ordered Julia to put the weights back on her nipples. The girl gasped and vocalized another orgasm all the while Julia put those gnawing weights back on the tips of her breasts. Picking up his tunic, he strolled back over to the canopy. He motioned for Julia to kneel before him. Exciting her nipples, he attached a twin set of clips and weights to the ones she put on Median. Julia's breasts sagged down a bit, but she accepted them with pride. These added burden to the sensitive tips of her breasts, causing Julia to give a muted little sigh. Flavious ordered Julia to suck him. She did, and sucked him as he pumped in and out of her lovely mouth. This made her breasts sway back and forth dragging the weights with them. A dull persistent grip on her nipples made Julia's sex tingle. Because he had came inside of Median, Flavious would take some time to come into Julia's mouth. Julia's breasts would suffer a bit under the weights dangling from her nipples in the time required of her to suck him off.
Lydia, feeling a sense of urgency to come to the aid of her former mistress, slowly crawled over to Julia and lifted up the weights that dangled from her nipples. Julia still with Flavious' cock in her mouth, tried to warn her not to do that. It was too late.
“You little pregnant whore!” Flavious was very angry at his blonde slave girl. “I'll teach you to interfere... Carlos, bring the wringer. As long as Lydia wants to interfere, she'll learn about getting her tits in the wringer! You're too pregnant to whip right now, but not too pregnant to have your lovely breasts punished!”
On her knees, Lydia's back was arched on a strut. The wringer was placed so as to twist and pull Lydia's breasts through the rollers by their nipples. Squeezing and rolling them enough to make her nipples squirt white milk. Median and Julia had now been placed so as to catch Lydia's milk in their mouths. Each of them had been placed on their knees. Tied with their wrists to their ankles.
“Don't let any fall on the grass, or you'll both be breast whipped with birch rods!”
“Yes, Master.”
“Master, please the rollers hurt so...” Protested Lydia. “Nonsense! It's been a while since you've been milked. No complaints now! I'm not even putting the weights on the rollers.” The rollers drew Lydia's swollen breasts firmly between them. Carlos cranked them slowly. Lydia wailed. He'd roll them first one way up to the hilt. Then he'd unroll them the other way to squeeze her very nipples. Causing a steady stream of milk was squeezed into the waiting mouths of Julia and Median. The hot Sun reflected brightly from the shinny weights dangling from both of the girl's well punished nipples.
Flavious, bored somewhat, slipped into the pool. Teeva and Minnea played with their Master. He played with them. It was nothing for him to look over and see Lydia being milked by the rollers. Julia and Median were swallowing an unusual amount of milk, but Lydia produced an unusual amount of milk.
In the blue waters of the pool, Flavious grabbed Teeva. He held her against him with the crack of her ass at the level of his cock. He motioned for Minnea to fondle and play with Teeva's breasts and sex. In the meantime, he slid his now quite erect cock into the warmth of Teeva's ass. To him the water made this easy. Teeva didn't think so. She whimpered a muted protest. It would earn her a lashing. The next time, she would learn to keep her mouth shut. Standing now with her back to her Master. Teeva's wrists were spread to a special bar fitted into the upper part of the whipping post that once held Median. Her ankles were spread and attached to a similar bar. He saw her looking back over her shoulder. Her forehead wrinkled up a supplicant plea for forgiveness. Her body had twisted slightly in her spread-eagle condition. Enough for him to see the side curve of her right breast and the erect tip of its hard nipple. She was standing naked in the heat of the sun.
In a mere motion of his hand, Minnea did as her Master directed. She took up a five thong whip and stood in position to administer a lashing to Teeva. At the signal to begin, Minnea swung the whip. It exploded across Teeva's naked back. The ends wrapped slightly to score Teeva's right breast. Five red s streaks appeared almost instantly. Teeva writhed and yanked at her bonds. In protest she vocalized a high pitched scream. Lydia was suffering too much to notice Teeva's whipping, however, Julia and Median did. It made Julia nervous enough that she broke her concentration on the stream of milk flowing almost endlessly from Lydia's right nipple. It hit her in the face, she couldn't had that fact. Flavious saw this and smiled to himself a bit. It was the excuse he was looking for.
“Carlos, you may stop milking Lydia now and bring her to me. Oh, yes, have those two girled. Yes, and you may allow Median to whip Julia first.”
While all of these orders were being given, Minnea dealt Teeva a series of nearly ten lashes in all. Teeva protested and wailed her agony at each. “Minnea, change position. Whip Teeva's front for a while. Her back looks well lined now...”
“Yes, Master.” Minnea bowed her head. She looked so sumptuous sweating and holding that whip, thought Flavious. He swore she read his mind as she made Teeva turn around so as to face her Master.
Minnea's breasts swayed as she whipped Teeva. Teeva would heave her body against the stroke of the lash. Welts would raise and her body would strain at the bondage imposed on it. As Teeva occupied the whipping post now, Julia had been placed beneath a overhanging bough of a nearby tree. She was standing with her back to Flavious, her wrists drawn upward by a single rope. Median spread Julia's legs and tied them to two stakes inset into the ground. Both girls were still very naked and fully exposed to the hot afternoon sun. Julia and Median's nipple clips and weights had been removed. Flavious put a set on Lydia's sore breasts. She opened her mouth to whine, but bit her tongue.
Flavious ate his lunch by the pool. Feeling the soft breeze of his island flowing over him. He looked at Lydia who was chewing now on some sweet-meats. In the background could be heard the steady slap of Minnea's five thong whip over Teeva's hard breasts. Between the slap of the five thong, could be heard the dull whisking slice of the Manta's tail. Following each of these sounds was the female vocalizing of a slave girl under the whip. These sounds soon led to sounds of orgasms. More than one of them. Median and Julia spent the afternoon spread-eagle face to face. They were being 'girled', naked in the hot sun. Both well whipped and each sporting those nasty little weights on their intimately contacting nipples. For Julia, it would be more than twenty orgasms. For Median, more than fifty.
The two girls kissed trying to comfort each other. Median spoke softly, “Dear Julia, didn't I tell you this would be heaven...”
“Median, you are wrong… oh my, here comes another burning o-o-one, AAA!”