Median's Offering

At morning inspection, Amah strolled up and down the ranks of proud performers. He stopped in front of Velanna. Sometimes he would have the women strip and show off for him. Could this be one of those days? “Velanna show me your nipples.”
She unfastened her top. Lifting it she displayed two red and swollen nipples on her suntan bare breasts. “They look fine, Velanna. Though, I might be led to believe that someone was chewing on them all night as red as they are!” There was some mixed laughter and mumbling. Luanna began to look uneasy. “In fact, I think here is the one who was chewing on them!” More laughter. He went to Luanna and for a moment she thought he'd like to see her nipples. They were a bit sore looking at that. “Play with your nipples, Luanna. Let me see them pop up under your top...” She did, and they popped up almost on command. They must have hurt like fire for her to tweak them erect, but she didn't even flinch.
Walking toward Median, he stopped. Looking at the girl squarely in the eye he motioned for her to strip. In fear, she started to and he stopped her.
“No, you'd better not. You enjoy it too much... Being naked that is...” Luanna and Velanna sighed a relief.
As he strolled through the ranks of trainers and trainees. He stopped and made a few more girls strip to be 'inspected' by him. The morning progressed into further training. To Amah everything was as it should be. The performers for the arena did well and learned quickly. He liked the progress the new girl, Median had displayed. He only needed to slap the thong over her bare butt a few times to make her learn.
It was at the noon meal, that the afternoon took on a different mood. Amah with a couple of guards began talking with Velanna and Luanna. In only a few moments, the two girls were being carted off by the guards and Amah. As they were leaving, Luanna looked cross at Median. Median shrugged that she didn't know what was happening. Velanna saw Median shrug, nodding that she understood.
When the meal was finished. A call to attention was blown on the trumpet. There was a problem. Entering the arena floor, Median saw Velanna and Luanna standing, facing each other between two posts. They were naked and tied with their arms and legs spread. They'd been put in such a close proximity to each other, that their nipples and clefts brushed idly together. Amah was addressing the gathered throng, “As you can see, these two are about to be punished. Punished for a crime against another fellow trainee.” He gestured for Median to step forward, “Median, strip naked for us!”
Having been use to a life of nudity, she obeyed without hesitation. Naked, she turned to face the gathering. Seizing her wrists, Amah held her arms up. It was obvious that her nipples and sex had been well switched. They were quite red and swollen. “This simple minded nude girl...” Median didn't like that simple minded comment. “Was made a victim by her cell mates. Brutally switched while she hung naked as the day she was born and struck repeatedly across her bare breasts, nipples, and sex. Exposed on the bars of her cell, without the least hope of mercy...” That wasn't true exactly, Median started to interject. “Now, by the powers invested in me as lead trainer of our Master, Flavious' proud arena, I hear by grant this lovely naked girl the right and power to punish her tormentors. Take the 'sole' and punish these two before their peers and the other trainers.”
Median took the sole into her hand. She first looked closely at it. Handing it back to Master Amah, she politely shook her head, no. “I am giving you your rights as well as an order, girl! Punish Velanna and Luanna.” Median again shook her head, no. This was a bold thing for her to do.
“Here is your last and final chance, girl. Take the sole and punish these two or be ready to be punished yourself!” In what had to be the most heart tearing moment in the history of the arena, Median gave the sole back to Amah. She slowly strolled over, and placed herself between the adjacent set of posts and stood with outstretched arms waiting to be bound. In a angry gesture, Amah motioned for two guards to secure her in place. In full exposure the three nude women awaited their fate.
“Well, since our victim is too proud to punish her tormentors, then perhaps the one who spoke up in her defense is ready to punish the girl and her tormentors here and now in the hot Sun? I know there is a code among you all, about tattle-tales. I know who it is that spoke of this crime! I know that this person dislikes being naked. I will ask this only one time. Come forth and punish these three with the sole. Do so now!”
There was no reply. All stood in silence. “Very well, you give me no choice. From now on, all training will be done in the nude. You are all ordered to strip, do so now!” In the likeness of the Stoics. The group, both male and female stripped themselves quite bare. Unseen in the background, Colleen, from the Northern providence's of the Ire, shivered. She fought a vain effort to use her hands to hide her nudity. She's really quite lovely sporting full round breasts, full lips, green eyes, and stunning reddish-blonde hair.
“Pompanos! Step forth.” A quite muscular veteran Roman gladiator stepped forth. He folded his massive arms across his chest and gave a courtly bow to Amah.
“Pompanos, take this sole and punish these three females you see bound before us. Punish them well. It's to be a resounding twelve to each of them. Well laid on, Pompanos, understand? See to it they count the strokes aloud, Pompanos!”
“Yes, sir.”
In all the world, there is no other form of punishment that can be delivered like punishment from that “sole”. As Pompanos readied himself, the three girls stood in a firm stance. Ready for their bout with the punishment sole. Made of whale bone, covered with brushed leather. It was of an incredible suppleness. Pompanos raised the thing on high and brought it down across Velanna's butt with a firm SMACK.
“OW! AH! One.”
SMACK.
“OH. AH. Two.”
SMACK.
“HAAA! Three.”
SMACK. This one found the side curve of her right breast. “P-PITOWE! UGH! HUMPH! Four. Please, sir, not my breasts...” The nude blonde danced in place, making her breasts jiggle up and down. SMACK. Another one on the breast, catching the tip of the nipple with a wicked slice. “AARGH! N-N-NO! GODS, PLEESE, N-NOT THE NIPPLE! Five.” What led to the punishment of Velanna's breasts befit Pompanos to let her have it as she twisted in her bonds from the strokes across her ass. Carelessly, Velanna would pull and twist this way and that. Sometimes leaving a wonderful bare breast vulnerable to the sole; it was an easy target.
SMACK. He proved it again with a full stroke that curled about Velanna's breast. It was laced with a inch wide band of purple. Velanna jerked and pulled at her bonds. Twisting harder than before. Making her breasts bounce obscenely. Luanna leaned toward her trying to coax her into pressing her breasts against her own. Velanna hurt and that was all their was to it. “Don't loose count, girl...”
“Uh! Six.”
SMACK. Another one struck this time across her ass cheeks. “AAAIIIEEE! N-NE-NO! HUMPH! AAAH! S-S-Seven.”
SMACK. Her left breast this time. The perpetual jerking motion. She rocked her head back and forth. Nothing more happened only a breathy call to cadence, “E-E-E-Eight...”
SMACK. The sole sounded like it'd struck a tub of water. Kind of a hallow like sound at the base of her butt. Near her sex. “HUMPH-HOW-OW! OH! N-N-Nine.”
SMACK. A curl about her left breast. Her nipple popped she thought. It didn't, but it felt like it, “HEW-WE! AH! Ten.”
As Velanna shuddered, her already sore nipples scrapped and rubbed against Luanna's nipples.
SMACK. Square on a nipple. They were stinging like fire, “No, please, good sir, don't use that thing over my bare breasts and nipples... Eleven.”
SMACK. A down under, dirty rotten stroke. Luanna saw Velanna's eyes widen. Her head shook and her body stiffened. Three times she shook her head. “NO! OH, NO! H-H-Help, he's popped my sex...”
“Go on, say it!” Pompanos coaxed
“IT THROBS!” Velanna squealed.
“Lying slut.” He yanked on her blonde hair.
“Let me see...” Amah looked between her legs a second, “Well, you caught her a good one, all right...”
“Better give him the count, before you have to start all over again...” Luanna coaxed Velanna in a whisper.
“AAA! Twelve.” The blonde shuddered as she spoke her count. Suffice it to say that Pompanos' using of the sole on the other two echoed a similar response from both Luanna and Median. Luanna ended up with three such 'between the legs' stingers that could only be called simply awful, beastly ones. Median's breasts clearly displayed three bands of reddish purple across each. These bands making some type of juncture at or near one of her swollen nipples. Releasing the three of them to march back to their training made everyone stop and look. Median walked with her usual 'proud to be naked' stride. Her breasts bouncing on her chest with each step she took. In their exposure, the welts left by the sole gave visual evidence of her punishment.
Luanna followed Median, but in a more 'I'm naked, yes, go on with it' stride. Like most Nubians she's full breasted. One of the more interesting aspects of Nubian women's breasts, is the fact they stick up and out so well. Like Median, Luanna befell the victim of a few laces with the sole across her full breasts.
In Egypt, Nubians did most of the hard labor on the pyramids and temples. In reality, a good deal of the labor was done by women; bare breasted, bare ass naked Nubian women. It was not uncommon for a Nubian woman to be punished by having her breasts whipped and then adorned with punishment stones. The stones were the size of chicken eggs. Usually, the stones were attached by a length of rawhide tied about a girl's large nipples. In many instances, even with these stones pulling their nipples over, their breasts would still bounce free and high on their chests.
Velanna, one of the most hated bitches in the arena, strolled in a 'you've seen me naked before' attitude. Pompanos plied the sole more to her butt and back. Although the few that he'd delivered to her breasts, made dark-red almost purple streaks across each one. At the level of each of her nipples.
The next day was exercise day. For Luanna, Median, and Velanna it was a day at the levers. Their turn to grind the grain for the trainees bread. This task was done in-turn according to the kennel or cell number. A change, ironically, had been made with the cell next to theirs. In order to make room for two new trainee twins, Colleen had been transferred to the cell next to hers; it was Median's, Luanna's and Velanna's cell. Four quite bare and beautifully naked women had been assigned for the day to turn the heavy grind stone. Each one was fitted with a harness. Collena complained that her harness' front strap cut the undersides of her nipples. Each of the girls were made to pull against the lever. The ring at the rear of their harness' clipped into a single eye-bolt at the center of each lever. Using their arms to assist in the pulling, forced them to 'present' their breasts in a outward thrust.
One of the trainers, using a sharp stick about four feet long with a length of braided cowhide attached to the other end, would make the girls keep pace. In the morning the mill would be in the shade. At noon it would be fully exposed to the sun and again for most of the afternoon. Late morning would bring rest and a meal. Then early afternoon it would be back to work. The morning went well, a good deal of grain was ground. The four girls had received only a few pokes with the sharp stick to keep them in pace.
It was at the break that Collena made a fuss. When the trainer released them, Collena immediately removed her harness. She rubbed her really quite sore looking nipples and she wouldn't shut up about adjusting the front strap. Luanna's strap had rubbed her nipples a bit, making them stand tall and erect. Obviously, with her large breasts. But she didn't complain.
Median and Velanna's breasts were still sore and the marks from the sole were visible. Complaining wouldn't do any good.
Patients on the part of a trainer is important. This time, everyone had to agree, Collena got what she deserved. “All right, girl! Shut up about the harness. Put it back on, your nipples will be fine. Here, I'll see what I can do...”
“Really, can't I just push on the lever with my arms? Do I have to wear this thing?”
“Yes. It'll make the job a lot easier...” As the trainer, Mica, worked with it, the strap broke. “DAMN IT!” He'd cut his finger and that got him angry. “Oh, well. I really don't want any tan lines from that harness anyway...” This was the wrong thing for Collena to say. “Come here girl! Don't want any tan lines, eh? We'll see about that!” He grabbed her wrist and with the help of an assistant, Collena soon was hanging from a brace with her wrists and ankles corded together. This position forced her exposed breasts and sex into position for a nasty whipping with a thong.
Mica unfurled his four thong whip, “Now, you'll get twenty with this before I spread you on that cross for a little sun worship!” With those words he drew his arm back and let the lash fly catching Collena full across her dangling breasts, she squealed in a girlish voice. While she jerked and whimpered, the whip made contact with her exposed sex and breasts enough to make them look like zebra stripes. Mica whipped her silently and steadily paying no attention to her whimpers and pledges. When the twenty were done, he lowered her and led her over to an tilted 'X' shaped cross, like the one Artimus uses in the fields.
“Well now, how about a little Sun worship!?!” With those words, he seized Collena's arms and bound her spread-eagle. He uncoiled the length of braided cowhide at the other end of the prod stick. Looping it over his wrist, he swung it to snake whip the nude spread girl a couple of more times causing Collena to scream and protest. Whimpering and sobbing, Collena remained there for the entire rest period following their meal. Mica went over and gave her some water, twice. It was time to return to work. He fastened Median, Luanna, and Velanna in the usual way, but Collena's harness was useless. There wasn't another one that would fit her. It'd have to be repaired. In the meantime, Collena could spend the waiting time spread-eagle in the sun or she could pull the lever using her arms, back and shoulders. Without the harness to help her; it was her choice.
Mica Took a few minutes to adjust the lever, as Collena had elected to do her work at the mill. It was better than being spread naked in the sun the rest of the afternoon. The lever had be fitted into a position to permit Collena's shoulders and arms to be stretched over and along it. The trainer tied her wrists and elbows along the lever on both sides. Odd, but she appeared to be more naked, brazenly so in fact, and vulnerable to the whip than she did spread between the two posts.
At the given signal the break was over. The mill stone creaked and rumbled to life as the four women plied their raw muscle strength to the task. There was no doubt that the afternoon would be hotter than the morning. Median looked up at a clear blue sky, not a cloud. The sun was going to make this task a lot harder. But, not as hard for the three in their harnesses as the one without.
The four of them finished out their week at the grain mill. The first lesson in the main arena was wrestling. They were to be pitted against four other girls, in this arena. The object of the wrestling was to win so as to prevent punishment. This came about as the winner of the individual match would whip or punish the looser of the match. A simple formula, however, there were rules to follow and who would win or loose, sometimes was arranged.
Velanna faced her challenger in the pit, nude and oiled. Her challenger was dark skinned Egyptian girl who called herself Nestefri. This giant of a bitch, stood six foot six and weighed nearly nine stones, and she didn't have an ounce of fat on her. Her breasts were opulent with full hard nipples as long as Collena's thumbs. A male slave, nude also, massaged and tended to her. As he went about his work, she grabbed him and yanked on his cock several times, enough to make him come. She opened her mouth and took in everything the young man had in his balls as if she grabbed a quick drink of water. After he came, she massaged his balls trying to squeeze out a little more. She then brushed him aside. Never once taking her eyes off Velanna, in a final gesture, she unhooked her braided water-buffalo whip and cracked it twice with a swishing sound as it sliced the air.
Luanna massaged Velanna and whispered into her ear, “Watch this one, she's a killer. Look at the size of her hands, she'll try to fist fuck you. She calls herself Nestefri, claiming to be a descendant of the old pharaohs of Egypt. I saw her win over another Nubian girl one time, and she used that long water-buffalo hide whip on her. Nearly skinned the poor girl alive. She has one weakness if I recall... Luanna whispered into Velanna's ear as she stared right back at the Egyptian.
Median tapped Luanna on the shoulder, “Did I hear you say this bitch likes to fist fuck?”
Luanna annoyed at Median's interruption, “You keep out of this, your turn with her will come soon enough.” Velanna looked a bit worried and surprised at Luanna's comment. Median nodded and smiled to herself.
The signal for Velanna and Nestefri to start their first round sounded. The two eyed each other, making quick grabbing motions for each other's bodies. Velanna saw a chance to go for a swift kick to Nestefri's groin, but she lost her footing at the last minute and landed with a miss. Nestefri pivoted quickly and landed a kick to Velanna's lower back. Making her gasp out-loud. She then took up a fist full of Velanna's blonde hair and yanked her to her feet. With a upper jab, she landed a blow to Velanna's lower butt cheek. Almost knocking the blonde again off her feet.
Grabbing onto Nestefri's arm, which held her hair, Velanna yanked backwards on her elbow, then using a reverse elbow punch, she scored a blow to Nestefri's breast, squarely on the nipple. She felt how hard it was on the coarse flesh of her elbow, which didn't have much feeling anyway. Nestefri, squealed a second and dropped to her knee, letting go of Velanna's hair at the same time. Velanna did a quick pivot and brought her right foot against Nestefri's stomach to try to finish her off.
In all amazement, a hush that fell over the crowd, Nestefri made only a stifled grunt and grabbed Velanna's foot forcing it away from her stomach and actually tossing her causing her to fall face first into the dirt on the arena floor. Before Velanna could get hold of herself, Nestefri was all over her like a bad dream. She grabbed the blonde as easily as a rag doll and yanked her to her feet, landing a punch to her guts in the process. As Velanna reeled from that punch, she raked the arena floor's dirt into her breasts. Using her thumb, she quickly pressed it firmly into Velanna's left nipple. Causing her to squeal and grab at her breast. In just a quick a motion, she did the same to her right nipple. As the dazed Velanna protested her pain, Nestefri seized both of Velanna's nipples and squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers. She yanked on the girl's exposed chest almost knocking the wind out of her.
Nestefri reached back at her male slave calling, “Give me a knob!” He handed one to her pouring more oil on it at the same time. In a simple motion, effortlessly in fact, she impaled Velanna on it. Sending it deep into the blonde girls gaping sex. It slid in as easily as if she put a marble on a stick into it. Velanna struggled a little, but not enough considering she had what appeared to be a two inch thick knob inside of her. She was impaled and that was all there was to it.
In her triumph, Nestefri led Velanna about the ring showing the rest of the onlookers how easy it is to impale an Amazon blonde bitch. She marched Velanna over to the edge of the ring near where her whip was kept. Taking it from the male slave, she marched Velanna back over to the twin posts inset to the ground for the designated purpose of punishment for the looser. Velanna went with her, in submissive defeat, unable to free herself from the knob or was afraid of the consequences if she tried.
“I'd try to free myself, you bet...” Median whispered to Collena.
Luanna heard her comment, “With a two inch knob up your twat, I'd like to see you try!” Median saw that as a challenge...
“Hey, Egyptian bitch! You with the knob in my friend's thingamagummy. Yeah, I'm talking to you! I'll just bet I can get off that thing!” Nestefri stopped parading Velanna about and looked at the girl on the edge making claims.
“Put your mouth on this, bitch! You take her place, and try to get off. If you win, I'll spare her a skinning with this!” Nestefri held up the water-buffalo hide whip. “Fail, and I will use it on you and this blonde slut, and you both will become my personal body slaves, agreed?”
“Agreed, fist bitch!” Median called out.
“Hey, I'd be careful if I were you. That slut has moves you've never seen yet...” Luanna warned.
Median looked at Luanna, “I know, I'm counting on it.”
Luanna scratched her head, knowing that this girl must have something up her sleeve. She helped Median oil herself down real good. As she did, Median asked, “Put extra oil on my breasts, ass and pussy Luanna don't spare a drop!”
Median jumped into the ring holding her hands up in an approach without help gesture. As she strolled toward Nestefri and Velanna still hopelessly impaled on the knob, “Okay, bitch, I'm here. Yank that thing out of my friend and ram it into me, I'm ready.” She beckoned to Nestefri with her hands in a 'come-on' gesture, “What are you waiting for, slut, a written invitation?” Nestefri cocked her head toward Median and began a smile as if to say 'who is this bitch, anyway?'
“Well, I'm waiting, slut, or are you just a big blow-out who likes to bully blonde Amazons? Ever tried you actions on a dark hair Amazon? Well now is you chance! Oh, I almost forgot, to mention my demands, you are big enough to take over our place at Master's grain mill. If I win, you'll not only get a whipping but have to agree to take over our next week at the mill. The entire week all by yourself, agreed?”
“Such a little snapper, you are, dark hair Amazon, if that's what you call yourself. Then get ready for Egypt's finest...” With those words, she yanked Velanna off the knob and shoved her into the dirt hard enough to make her slide, butt down, to Luanna's feet. She took the knob and with a very quick, clean move, slid the knob well up and into Median's waiting cunt. It went in all too easy.
In greater pain than she revealed, Median began to primp as the knob slid in. No one has ever been able to primp as she was being rammed with the two inch knob. She spread her legs slightly and wiggled her hips to accept the thing deeper. She held her hand out in a gesture as if to say, 'did I just feel some rain?'
Nestefri mustering up her strength, yanked on the knob dragging Median through the dirt of the arena with her feet, and legs, still firmly upright. She pulled her about three feet to be exact. Median felt her loins burning and as if they would be torn apart. Still she acted as if the action placed upon her was just a passing tug. She felt her lower belly and looked at Nestefri as she belched, “Arugh! Opps, sorry, it must have been something I had for lunch... Oh, have you put it in yet, after all I'm still waiting!” As she blinked her eyes like a toad in a hail storm.
Greatly angered, Nestefri gave a resounding yank on the knob and drug Median fully four to five feet across the arena. She smiled at Median as if she made her presence known.
“Wee, let's do that again, that was fun! Anyone care to try?” There were no takers and she knew it, as it really hurt like a mother...
This made Nestefri so dam mad that she took a swing at Median, who had ducked. Making Nestefri reel about half crazed with anger. Median ducking in time looked up and wiggled a finger at her, “Now, temper, temper, watch yourself, Nestefri you wouldn't want to hurt yourself swinging at little ol' me, now would you?”
The utmost of anger raged within Nestefri. Her mind raced with many thoughts. This clod of a brunette, would never get the better of her! Not any part of the remains of what the world saw as Royal Egypt! BAH on this impudent hussy that Rome would observe as Royal Egypt, her mind raced. She wanted to be taken home so that she could take her rightful place. Not that fair skinned bitch Cleopatra!
“You slut, you mindless whore of a lowly slave, I have rammed you with the largest of prongs ever devised for a woman to take and still live, without being split in two. You want more, then I'll give you more, more and more until your very womb explodes with pain, just you wait!”
Median blinked twice, “Well, I'm waiting!”
“OH, YOU BITCH! I'LL SHOW YOU!! I'LL SHOW YOU!!!” Nestefri was beside herself with anger. In her rage she reached toward the male slave with her fist up, “Coat it NOW!” The male raced for a vat of oil and returned with a heavy bucket of water which he quickly washed over her fist and followed it up with an oil bath. Her hand dripping with oil, she smiled a wicked smile at Median. For the first time, Median swallowed hard as Nestefri leaned in toward her with a dripping fist, exposing her long, sharp nails in a quick raking motion.
Median swallowed hard, “For me?” Nestefri smiled and nodded. Median liked her lips, “Just what I always wanted my very own fist!” Nestefri made a quick frown and in just as quick a motion, she yanked the orb out of Median and just a fast replaced it with her hand. Median winced to herself as if she'd been struck with a hot iron between her legs and made to rest full weight on it.
“Um, umm... Yummy, yummy something alive in my tummy...” Median undulated her hips as if she love Nestefri's fist. Nestefri did the unthinkable, she opened and closed her fist and dug into the tender walls of Median's uterus. Median coughed twice and in a remarkable show of strength, cleared her throat. Clearly as if she'd just received relief from somewhere else, she spoke aloud, “This girl knows how to relieve an itch. Oh, yes, that's it!” On the verge of passing out, Median smiled.
Nestefri gathered herself one more time and quickly pulled out of Median's sex. Just as quickly, Median made a rapid turn forcing Nestefri to bring her clawed hand upward as if to puncture Median's uterus causing her to bleed, but instead missing the whole thing and punching herself between the eyes. Nestefri looked stunned at her own oiled hand which just struck her hard between the eyes. Her eyes crossed and made her fall face first into the dirt of the arena.
The crowd broke into a cheer! Median literally brought the house down. She stood up and smiled as she waived her hands in triumph. Just as quickly, she turned and went over to Luanna and Velanna who smiled and clapped at her victory. She smiled back and collapsed into Luanna's arms. Luanna looked at Velanna, “Let's get her to our cell.”
Amah bull whipped Nestefri in Median's place. He enjoyed every stroke of it. Nestefri would take the four women's place at the grain wheel next month...
In the next few hours, Median began to come to, Velanna, Luanna, and Collena as well as Flavious, Artimous, Amah, and Carlos all looked at her smiling, “That was quite a deed you did, Median.”
Flavious commented, “You saved Velanna from a sure skinning at Nestefri's hands. You see, she's an Egyptian, or so she claims and proves it by tearing apart the finest male and female fighters in the arena. She really has no more say so than a commoner. However, the Senate has granted her 'free' woman status, with even more to say of things than a vestal virgin. At any rate, you proved more than a match for her and that will earn you extra favor in my eyes. I'm sure the eyes of everyone else here...”
Median elbowed herself up a little, “Master, I love you and I am willing to do anything for you... Please allow me to speak to Velanna and Luanna in private..?”
Flavious smiled and nodded, “All right, but only for a few minutes...”
“You two listen to me. That bitch will be back, I'd swear it. You've got to be strong, and you owe me, blonde Amazon...!” Velanna nodded and put Median's backhand against her forehead, a sign of submission. “That's all right, no slaves of this, but remember my efforts...” Median began a harsh cough that scared everyone. “I took it harder than I thought...” Median coughed a bit harder, and her back teeth began to click together as her eyes rolled up, “Oh, my...” Median began to bleed down at her sex. Flavious jumped up, “Get the surgeon! Get THE SURGEON!!!” He screamed aloud.
After what seemed hours, the surgeon spoke, “She'll be all right, but she needs a lot of rest. I'm afraid she'll not be able to perform in the arena for this show.”
Flavious nodded and looked at the surgeon again, “Will she live and be as she once was?” The surgeon nodded and re-emphasized, “If she gets plenty of rest and no strains for at least a couple of months. Flavious nodded and ordered that she be allowed to recover and have all the comforts the villa could give to her as a guest of status. After all, he could give her what he would have had to give Nestefri, had she not have lost and made her own proclamations.
All was made ready, Nestefri would, of course, take the other girls' place as she was the looser... After about an hour, it was apparent that the mill was not turning as fast. The trainer had no choice but to coax her on to work harder. He first poked the pointed portion of the stick onto one of the cute little dimples, God's thumb-prints, just above the rounded cheeks of her butt. Nestefri felt a little jerk as Amah prodded her left nipple a little bit, “AH!” A sharp shrill popped out of her mouth. The awkwardness of her position at the lever made the task doubly hard. She staggered a bit to try to get a grip on her task. The struggles she made, caused her lovely bare breasts to jiggle and bounce obscenely.
It earned those obscene bare breasts of hers a single whip-lash. Her reaction made the wheel jerk a bit, and for a moment Nestefri actually thought it made the mill turn easier. Impeccable was the trainer's abilities. He delivered another nasty stroke to Nestefri's bare breasts. “AAA! N-N-NA... PLEASE, MY BREASTS, DON'T WHIP MY BREASTS! OH, NO!” The trainer paced himself with Nestefri's efforts, and at her heavy labor. In the background the stone rumbled and creaked.
“You know, Nestefri this wheel is still not turning properly, he gave her another stroke across her large nipples. She screamed and jerked at her chains in protest, “One of your problems is that you complain too much. Yes, you see it's your breasts that are making an obscene display of themselves and rightfully so because you are making them obscene. Now you complain because I discipline them. Really, if you just did you work and made no complaints, why, then, all would be fine...”
“You've got me tied to this thing in a very exposed way. It's awfully awkward to work with my arms and shoulders like this...” Nestefri voiced her complaint.
“You were doing fine earlier. You applied yourself quite well. In fact when I gave you those two strokes across your breasts the stone actually made progress...”
“That was because you whipped me...”
“I know. Do you know what I am going to do now, dear Nestefri?”
“N-no.”
“I am going to whip you some more...”
With these words, he gave her a stroke first across her butt, then across her back and then across her breasts. In that order. Along with the usual screams of protest, she actually did feel the wheel move faster and easier for her. Nestefri would do her share and more. The whipping and progressing continued for almost an hour. By now she was sweating and quite tired. It was time for a water break, but this was only a few minutes. Evectus, who she later learned was her trainer's name, stood and went over to her. He fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples with his fingers. They grew hard to his touch and Nestefri whimpered.
“It's hot out here isn't it?” She nodded.
He raked his fingers in her hair. He gripped it firmly. “I got a message just now from Amah. He wasn't happy with Collena's harness being broken. I told him that the grain would be done. Oh, he brought me the broken piece. Here it is, now let me see. Collena claimed this piece was 'rubbing' on the undersides 'of her nipples.” She nodded again, slowly. “Okay, it must have rubbed like this.”
He took the piece and rubbed it slowly against the undersides of Nestefri's nipples. It was a coarse piece of leather so it did chafe her making her squeal, “AH!”
“I see. Now. I'm going to do a small test with you to see exactly for myself and yourself of course, just which hurts worse. This awful nasty piece of leather, rubbing back and forth under your nipples... Or, this wicked, hurtful thing called a braided cowhide lash whipping across both the undersides and directly over your sore, sunburned nipples.” Nestefri was not ready for this kind of torture at the wheel.