Slave Girl Cruelty

Three weeks had passed as four quite tired and well worked girls laid down on their cots. Naked, they all slept on their backs soothing their well whipped breasts. Median was ready to drift off to sleep when she heard Luanna talking in a low voice to Velanna, “It's all her fault! Miss high and mighty, 'I don't like to be necked' attitude...” Luanna mumbled in an audible whisper.
“Really, Luanna, I can't hold her...” Velanna tried to interrupt Luanna's comments.
“I'm telling you the truth! She's the one who ratted on us that time about Median...”
“Luanna, please, I'm tired now. My nipples feel like their going to pop off my chest after that whipping I got, and besides, my pussy is still a bit sore from Nestefri's knob...”
“Let me see...” Luanna examined Velanna's swollen nipples, she moaned softly as Luanna touched them, “Oooh, they do look quite sore and all puffy... Swollen like, like they'd been stung by a dozen bees. He whip'em good, all right...”
“Stung by bees? What ever do you mean..?”
“Yes and I saw it done to a blonde girl, like you only with smaller breasts. It was at a slave auction in Thebes.”
“A slave auction in Thebes?”
“This was back when I was in Egypt. There was this blonde girl, with smallish breasts. Wonderful face and butt with a soft bare cleft, but she had these smallish tits.”
“Smallish tits, really Luanna you're a big breasted Nubian girl, anyone seems small to you. Now, just how small were they again, really?”
“Less than half of your size, I swear it. Anyway, the auction man, he wanted to sell her as a love slave. She really wouldn't have lasted long laboring at the stones. That Egyptian sun would have swallowed her right up and made short work of her. She had a real sweet tan, lighter than yours, sort of honey colored. Oh, she could have taken a lot of sun, but the hardest part for her would have been to survived the male slaves. All those chunky bastards ever want to do is fuck; fuck, fuck, fuck!
“All the time?” Median added casually curious, as she softly smacked her fist into the palm of her hand.
“Pretty much so.” Luanna answered noticing a smile on Median's face.
“Fucking, all the time, fucking...” Luanna made a circle with her thumb and index finger and using the index finger of her other hand she worked it in and out of the circle. “Anyhow, the auctioneer tweaked her nipples and pulled on her breasts. Trying to make her breasts swell up. He took a round switch and thumped her nipples sharply to get them to pop up bigger. It was then, someone gave him the idea of using bees on her nipples to make them swell up, puffy like. Taking up two containers, he went to a bee hive and brought two honey biscuits along with plenty of bees in two small jars. He then smeared her nipples with the honey. Using a pair of small crystal cups, he scooped up some bees and honey then, plopped them down on her nipples.”
“Oooh my...” Collena covered her ample breasts with the palms of her hands.
“They stung her until her nipples puffed up to the size of an egg, and he sold her as a love slave. It was best for her that he did. Very few white women can survive laboring at the stones for sure...”
“How do you know that? After all, we white women are pretty strong, and can take a lot of abuse, 'naked in the sun' even if we have to.” Median prompted as she shimmied her breasts slightly.
“You know, there was one, a real beauty, she didn't get sold they way they planned. Oh, she had a nice ripe body, dark somber eyes and long dark hair. Good size and heft to her breasts and a smooth bare sex. In fact, Sungirl, you reminded me of her.”
Slightly exasperated, Median really didn't like the term 'Sungirl', but she put up with it because they were her friends, “Well, tell us what happened to her?”
“It'd been a week after my ordeal on the cross, that the lead overseer decided to sent about eight of us over to the stone pits. There wasn't a one of us that hadn't worked on the hard stones at one time or another, except for one girl they put into the cart last...”
Median cleared her throat, “Now, don't tell me, let me guess, it was 'Sungirl' right?” Luanna gave her a smart-ass grin. Median cocked her head to one side and rubbed her nails on her right breast, “I'm just too smart for asking!” She blinked her eye-lashes three times with a smug look on her face.
Luanna a bit perturbed with Median's interruption continued, “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...” Median just stared at her and rolled her eyes around, “This girl was the new kid, fresh from capture. I noticed some marks on her wrists, and I asked her where she'd gotten those from. She looked at me and replied that she got them while on the ship coming over to Egypt. That she had done something to displease the ship's captain, who had her flogged and spread-eagled, naked, in the rigging for three days.”
“No wonder she'd turned so brown, baking like bread in an oven up there in that riggin'...” Velanna commented. She recalled a similar event in her own life, but kept it to herself.
“At any rate, we walked into hell's kitchen that day. The overseers put her in the pits with the rest of us. One bare-assed white girl among a hundred Nubians. The sad part was the overseers let the Nubian women run the pits, they would kind of turn their heads the other way when the matters of who ruled cam up. All they cared about was that the work got done. It was hellishly hot in those pits and none of them wanted to go down and enforce discipline on the girls in them. At night, the women slept in cells of eight women each. One night, Sungirl's cell mates subjected her to what Nubian's call a 'harvesting'...”
“A harvesting..?” Median perked a curious ear.
“Yes, it is a girl to girl ordeal that every Nubian is put through from early girlhood till she reaches the full blossom of her womanhood. It's a ritual designed to extract what we call a 'girl's full measure'. It can be quite humiliating for a mature woman to endure.”
“A girl's full measure?” Collena muttered to herself, but loud enough for Luanna to hear.
“It's an uncontrolled release of her orgasms, you know, coming? Juno, do I have to spell it out for you, little one?” Luanna sounded a bit frustrated at Collena.
“Oh, my... Honey, I'm really tired and my nipples do hurt so...” Velanna yawned and gave a luxurious stretch. Luanna took the hint and leaning over she began to suck and lick on Velanna's erect, sore nipples. Median looked over to see, Luanna out of her bed and using her full lips and tongue, soothed Velanna's well whipped nipples and breasts.
She looked over at Collena's cot as she rolled over to go to sleep with her back to Median and the other two girls. Looking back at Velanna and Luanna, she saw Luanna leaning over the blonde girl, rubbing her red, erect nipples against Velanna's. The weather had turned quite hot and it was hard for them to sleep.
Median heard Luanna and Velanna talking quietly to themselves, “Let me see, dearest, oh he really switched you good today...” Velanna's breasts still showing faint lines from her whipping at the wheel. Her nipples had again received a fresh switching as part of Evectus' sentence imposed upon her for being lazy. Even in the dull torch-light in the cell, Median could see that her nipples were really swollen and sore.
Velanna began to whimper softly to Luanna, “You saw how he made me kneel at the short post again today. It's so awfully humiliating as he binds my arms out to my sides then begins by fondling my breasts, playing with them to tease the nipples into full erection. When he's finished his handling of them he starts switching them as the others parade by to see my punishment. You know, that bald gladiator, I can't remember his name...”
“Hovus...” Luanna whispered.
“Yes, him. He is quite well developed, you know...” Luanna nods, “Well, he got real excited looking at my quivering breasts, fresh from their switching and Evectus allowed him to fuck my mouth...” Velanna sniveled a sob.
“I saw what he made you do...” Luanna was not happy to be reminded.
“Oh, Luanna...” Velanna began to sob softly. Luanna held Velanna's head close to her chest as she cried. Letting her tears flow down onto Luanna's heaving breasts. Luanna glared toward the cot where Collena was trying to sleep. Velanna, stop blubbering now. It's all over, and you are a strong girl. You told me yourself, white women can take a lot of punishment...”
Velanna gave a hefty sigh, “Yes, yes...” Nodding, she closed her eyes and regained her composure and focus.
“You remember a couple of nights ago, I told you that I thought little miss modesty over there started all our problems?”
“Yeah.”
“Look at her now, just laying there, not the least little bit concerned for your pain. At least Median came over a little while ago and kissed you, but her! Not a care at all!” She got up and went over to Median who was beginning to drift off to sleep, “Median, Median, wake up!.”
“Hugh? What?” She stirred up and looked about.
“We're going to teach that little bitch to have some respect...”
“Who, why..?” Median yawned and stretched her arms up, “I'm tired, aren't you?”
“What do you mean who? Why? Her!” She points to Collena, “Is who I am talking about. Why? Is the way she tattled on us and started all this woe.”
Median shook her head again to wake up, “Look girls, can't this wait until later...”
“Median, you've got to choose a side here, her or us?”
“Must I?”
“If you choose her, join her. If you choose us, help us to teach her a good lesson.”
“Wait. What are you going to do to her?”
“I'll tell you. I managed to get these...” Luanna showed Median a leather stinger, a five foot braided whip, a polished switch and a drubbing lath.
“When did you get these?”
“Over a period of time, we got them in case we had a cell mate who might become a 'problem'... Really, I had thought about using them all on you that time, but we just used this one...” She indicated the switch.
“Well... Collena is a bit of a pain in the...”
“Tits!” Velanna added, fingering her sore nipples. The three of them looked at each other and smiled. It was quite easy for them to over-come the sleeping, nude blondish redhead. Luanna grabbed Collena's slender ankles as Velanna seized her wrists while Median put her hand over Collena's mouth and held her chest down. In a brief, but unsuccessful struggle, Collena, with Median's hand over her mouth nodded in agreement to co-operate.
Luanna produced a bit gag that Evectus had used on her when he whipped her once at the mill, which surprised Velanna. In less time than it takes to describe, Collena was standing in the dim light of the cell; centered with her arms tied above and her legs spread and fastened to a couple of ring-bolts in the floor. The bit gag was then secured in back of her head, as she glistened with hard bullet tipped breasts that swayed brazenly bare in the flickering torch-light. She was shaking her head 'no' and pleading with her eyes for them to stop. Luanna was holding and tapping the stinger in the palm of her left hand; the four of them were stark naked. Median stepped around to Collena's front, glancing at her two sisters in crime, she closed her eyes and kissed Collena on her cheek. Rubbing her breasts against hers while she kissed her. It was erotic to watch.
Median, after a long session of breast play, slowly stepped back and nodded to Luanna to begin. Walking up to Collena and rubbed her nipples against Collena's very ridged nipples, Luanna smiled at her. Collena tried to smile back, it was futile. Velanna pressed her swollen nipples squarely against Collena's, it was an erotic vision to see the two blondes flatten their bosoms together. Velanna gave off a muted sigh as her nipples tinged from her sunburn and the whipping they'd received earlier. Velanna stepped away from Collena as Luanna moved closer to her.
She leaned in and talked to her with a deep womanly tone to her voice, “Feels good, doesn't it for us to rub our breasts and nipples together like this. Well, it's about to take on a different feeling, as I'm sure you've guessed. First, though, I'm going to tell you a story. It's about a blonde girl I knew when I was a quarry slave in Egypt. You remind me of her quite a bit, with the same color hair, a well developed pair of breasts, round butt with dimples and a smooth bare cleft. She was a bit more suntan than you, though, for a good reason I suppose, working all day so exposed as she was. One day it dawned on her that she was the only white girl working there. Now, I'll admit that all of us were getting a bit sun-burned all over as well, it just showed more on her than the rest of us. Oh, yes, we blacks can get sun-burned, too. It just turns to a kind of white ash like stuff on our skin. The special oil provided was enough for the rest of us and it should have been for her too, but no, she had to complain. The overseer looked at her skin and decided to let her rest for the afternoon in the shade. She was getting special treatment. Like she was some blonde princess and the rest of us were just scum. Well, when I complained about her, do you know what it got me?”
Collena's head shook and her bit chinked, “Unk-ah...”
“A full on black snake whipping, is what it got me; a thirty lash count spread between two wooden posts set in the ground near the mud pit. Fully exposed to that hot Egyptian sun and just as bare ass fucking naked as the day I was born is what it got me. That overseer took pride in the way he whipped me, he'd snake it good around every part of me the whip could find, except my head and neck. Oh, he didn't cut me none, no, I was too good a worker to be cut up. Instead, he just raised welts all over me to a point where I resembled a dark Zebra. You think that rawhide or whippy switch hurts those rosy little buds on the tips of your titties? Naa, you ain't felt nothing until you've had a black snake whip drug across your nipples, specially while they're blistering up under a broiling hot sun. That thick black whip felt like a coarse sandstone was being drug over them, it did! When that thing slithered around me, my breasts would really bounced about, kind of like an invisible overseer slapping them with the open palms of his hands.”
Velanna spoke to her friend, “Sugar, I didn't know...”
Luanna shook her head that she wanted to continue, “After he'd finished the whipping, I was lifted up, still spread and suspended between those posts for a couple of more hours. To 'worship Ra' so he told me.”
Collena began to shudder and Median got a nervous shiver down her back, wondering where Luanna was going with this story other than to work herself up to punishing Collena for something that happened to her in the past. Median focused on what was happening to Luanna with her story.
“Oh, I have more to tell, good white ladies; in addition, I'd have to worship Ra while I endured the punishment of the stones. Now in case you don't know what 'stones' punishment is, it's an old Nubian form of punishment for young girls and women. Two smooth stones about the size of my fist were secured with strips of leather. The ends were then tied around my nipples, and while standing with my arms drawn upward, worshipping Ra, so to speak, those stones would pull down on my sore nipples. Nubian girls like me who are big tittied, with ripe nipples for the whip and the stones are a favorite toy to the Egyptians. Now, this Egyptian decided to toss a bucket of water on me, which wetted down the strips of leather used to tie the stones on my nipples. Do I really have to tell how the strips of leather dried out and shrunk squeezing my nipples unbearably. Do I have to tell how bat it hurts hanging in the sun with those weights dangling from my breasts. Sorta swaying gently in the breeze, or with the movements of my body as I'd shift my weight now and again. Ironically, after a few minutes, I didn't feel them anymore. Just a dull throb and the occasional sway of my breasts. It's when he allowed my sisters to take me down that I really screamed about my punished nipples, when they took the stones off it hurt like the edge of hell itself.”
With these words, Luanna had positioned herself to one side of the shuddering blonde. She raised the stinger and with a wicked stripe she sliced her twin cones with fire. Collena whinnied and bit down on the gag with noticeable click of her teeth. The lean limb had laced the twin globes with purple. Twice more the wand struck, causing Collena an intense hurt. Three ridges blazed the trail the stinger had marked on the girl's quivering breasts.
“Oh, to finish up my story. That night while I was being soothed and helped by my sisters. That blonde paid for the error of her ways. My sisters reaped a harvest of suffering upon the sweet little sun-burned blonde. Each night after the labor had ended, the girl would suffer a punishment on either her breasts, back, butt or sex. Long after the welts from my whipping had gone away, this girl was displaying each day a fresh looking set of ridges on one or another part of her womanhood, sometimes all four at once. The overseer wondered why the girl stopped complaining and did her work without fail. My sisters even made her do my work for me while I recovered from my whipping. If she didn't get it done, the overseer would whip her for being lazy and too slow. Oh, yes, she even got a snaking for it a few times herself. When I was re-assigned after six months, on the day I left, I saw her hanging on a cross, with a pair of stones dangling from her nipples. She was one well whipped, sun-burned blonde...”
It could be said that to impose pain was wrong, but to deliver punishment was right. Luanna punished Collena for her betrayal. She punished her for a while and now Velanna stood up to Collena. She was holding the long whip, coiled in her right hand. It was easy to dangle the thing in front of her eyes.
“Luanna had quite a story. Didn't she?” Collena's head nodded, and again her bit chinked on her teeth. “You see, girl, my nipples are quite sore now, because of you. I, we...” The other girls each nodding along with Velanna. “Feel that you need to be punished for this. Oh, not in ways like you have already been punished or what Luanna described, no, nothing the likes of that. This is going to be just between us girls having a bit of fun in the cell at night, right girls?” Again, they all nodded, except for Collena. “Sort of passing the time by on these hot nights so to speak...” More nods from the other two and smiles too, except of course for Collena. “Anything you want to add to my comments, girls?” They shook their heads, no. “Good, Collena, do you know that I got thirty on my breasts at the mill because someone said that I was 'dragging my feet' so to speak. Who would have said such a thing, did you Median?” Median shook her head, no. “How about you, Luanna, did you complain that the wheel was heavy and hard to turn because I just wasn't keeping it going?” Luanna shook her head, no. “Is there someone here with us that might have complained to save her own skin? Could she be a reddish blonde standing here and now wearing a bit-gag?” The women nodded in silence, “Well, Collena, any difference in opinion?”
There was a long pause as Collena slowly eyed her companions one at a time. Lowering her head she slowly shook her head no. Velanna's eyes focused on Collena as she spoke, “I'd say we can start with a thirty count for now, right girls?”
Collena's bit chinked and looking over her shoulder, she saw Velanna uncoil the rawhide whip. Using that familiar side-arm stroke, the whip hissed around to coil itself across Collena's breasts. There was nothing surprising about the girl's reaction. She tossed her head back and choked a gasp behind her bit, “ARGH!”
“One.” Luanna counted for her.
The next stroke was as unceremoniously delivered as the first one; it hissed as it snaked itself over the girls wonderful curves, leaving a red wake in its path. Again, Collena tossed her lovely blonde hair as her head flew back. Then came the familiar gasp from behind the bit gag, “ARGH!”
“Two.” Luanna continued.
The lash fell again and Collena's head went back, her wet tongue made a futile struggle against the bit. Another Gasp was heard as Collena jerked a bit on her chain, “A-AH!”
“Three.”
Braided leather especially, can make a very crispy slicing sound as it sifts through the air. Her nipples played a mock game of hide and seek as the whip scored the two of them. Her head tossed again, as the gasp came at the usual place in the rhythm, “A-AH-AAA!”
“Four.”
This could get boring, thought Median. She wanted to punish Collena, too. Whispering to Luanna her idea, made her smile. Luanna stopped the cadence a moment to whisper Median's idea to Velanna and the three smiled. At the fifteenth stroke, before Collena could react with her usual gagged moans and groans. Median brought the lath, wide side down, on the upper slopes of Collena's ass. Collena raised first her right foot to the limit of the chain, and then her left foot, shaking her head all the time. From behind her bit gag, she stifled and grunted out, “N-NA-NA-HUNK-A-NO! PLEESE! NA!”
“Fifteen.” That put some life back into her! First the breast stroke, then the drubbing of the lath, followed by the rattle of chains and the gagged vocal reaction, “AAA! NA-N-NA! WHI! OH, AH!
“Sixteen.” Luanna giggled a bit as she called the number.
“Fourteen more to go!” Velanna chirped.
“Deliver them girl!” Median spoke quickly.
She did, polishing it in nicely, it sounded wetter than before. Did the torches get brighter or were they getting use to the dim light?
“AAA! Y-Y-YIE!” Collena yelped from behind her gag.
“Seventeen.”
The next six were faster and sliced wetly over Collena's shuddering breasts. Her nipples, straining in the air, begged forgiveness, receiving none, they got more of the lash instead, “ARGH!”
“Twenty-three. This is fun.” Luanna settled into it.
“You bet, but not for her, I'm afraid.” Median nudged Luanna.
“Right now, shut the fuck up, I'm doing the whipping...” Velanna sounded a bit bothered by the other two girls. “Yes, mamm.” Median stiffed out a salute.
“Don't get smart ass, Sungirl!” Luanna warned.
“Me?” Median pointed to herself.
“Yes, YOU!” Velanna was sharp.
Another series of three found their mark on poor Collena. This time it was her ass that earned the stripes, but at the same time, Median drubbed the tips of her breasts with the flat side of the lath, an equal number. She felt the firmness of her nipples against the stiff wood. They made little knocking noises against the lath as if she'd tapped her finger-tips lightly on it. These few strokes with both the lash and the lath, had generated a new wave of protests by the slender blonde lovely strung up before them. They must have hurt, the way she danced and howled, “OW! OH, OW, OW, OW... WHEW!”
“Twenty-six.”
“They're red aren't they?” Median asked Luanna.
“What's red, all of her from what I see...” Luanna didn't look up.
“Her nipples I mean, look at them! Fairly crimson aren't they? I do nice work...” Median was insufferable with herself, the other two rolled their eyes at each other. Focus returned to the dangling girl and her crimson nipples. “Back girls, I have a few more to deliver.”
“We know.” They said together.
“I don't want to get you two with these, as I've got a few up-under ones to deliver and here they come...” Those up and under strokes were real foot stompers to Collena, raising her right foot as high as she could she slammed it back down. All the while spitting out ohs and ahs between her teeth and around the bit. Velanna had landed a series of four outlandish strokes to the neither lip region of poor Collena's womanhood. In her delivery, she managed to land two of the four as a twin 'split lip' series which bisected the girl's wet bare cleft. These by no means were side step strokes as to try to miss her clitoris. No pardon me type delivery was attempted. Collena's protests were quite vocal this time. Not only were her female parts whipped but the sifting slice of the whip-lash had scored hefty thumpers to her tender clit. It was clear to the three girls making the fourth girl dance in pain, that these last four strokes were the pride of the litter.
It had been a disgusting display of pleading, begging and whimpering all the while Collena chewed on the metal bit. She tried every trick in the book to melt the hearts of her tormentors, but they seemed to be made of stone; it was a complete failure. Collena's throat readied itself for another round of squeals, wails, and cries, she felt spit running out of the corners of her mouth. It made her sounds come out gurgled and choked, “AAA! M-MY, G-GAD! D-DOANT P-POP MY CLITTY! PLEASE, DOAN-T POP MA-CLITTY! WA-NA-AH!” She tried to mouth her words, some would sound clear others slurred by the position of the gag; all the time she worked her mouth she was pleading and rolling her eyes at the other three girls. Median found it amusing that she tried to close her legs together, giving her a doubled over look. It reminded Median of a girl having to pee, but unable to because of some unusual circumstances.
Collena was breathing heavy and looking very uncomfortable in her awkward bondage.
“Thirty.” Luanna smiled.
“Done, whew...” Median quipped.
“There now, was that so bad?” Luanna patted Collena on her bare butt. Collena looked at Luanna and crisped up her forehead, as her eyes squinted a plea.
“You'll live.” Velanna added in a nonchalant tone. Median stepped up to Collena and removed her gag, and kissed her fully on the mouth. All the while rubbing her nipples back and forth over the girl's well punished breasts, “My, my, but your nipples feel very hot!”
“I bet mine are hotter!” Noted Velanna.
“Let me feel.” Median sounded in a gimmie tone of voice, “Ooooh, nice, ummm!” Median rubbed her erect brown nipples against Velanna's hard tips, they felt quite firm; almost throbbing as she pressed her breasts firmly on Velanna's whip swollen globes.
“You wanna rub mine, they're bigger than hers...” Luanna put her hands under her breasts.
“Give me that lath.” Barked Velanna, angry with Luanna at interrupting Median's breast massage.
“Wait a minute, now...” Median I want to feel...”
“Stay out of this Sungirl! Just hand me that lath...” Velanna snapped her fingers and it was done.
“All right now, arms up, wrists crossed, and stand sideways to me, there for now...”
“How many?” Luanna stammered
“Three, smart and quick.” Velanna charged as Luanna nodded and stood with her wrists crossed above her head.
WHAP.
Once.
WHAP.
Twice.
WHAP.
Thrice. As she struck, it almost sounded like the lath had struck two hard rocks put on top of two soft mounds of sand. Velanna had laced Luanna's bare nipples square on the tips with the flat side of the lath. She took in a quick breath of air and let it out just as fast, letting loose the vocals, “HARGH! OH! WOW!”
“Sting?” Velanna asked.
“You bet!” Luanna made a sharp reply.
“More?” Velanna was ready at a nod.
“No, please...”
“Play with your nipples, Luanna...” Velanna ordered.
“They're sore...”
“I can make them a good deal sorer.” Velanna threatened.
Luanna moaned and began to tweak and squeeze her hard nipples, “Ah, ooh.”
“That's better... They do look nice and red...” Velanna admired.
Median spoke up, “The overseer at Sugar Island would make any girl who complained about her nipples getting sunburned, stand and play with them until they become insufferably sore. If by some chance she wasn't naked, then she would be stripped before being forced to play with them, and she had to do it in public. Those who refused, he would have a big Darnuba man give her fifty lashes with the bull whip. Sometimes he'd have her crucified, or left hanging naked by her thumbs in the blistering heat all day; others were sometimes placed on vaulting horses, with weighted clips dangling from her nipples. After any of these punishments, the girl was marched over to the sugar mill, where she was put to hard labor for three additional months, naked and repeated flogged on her back, breasts and butt.
All the while Median told this pitiful story, Luanna kept worrying her nipples. By now, they'd become shinny and a bit pink, as Luanna groaned and gave off more feminine sighs, “Ah... Oh... Oooah...” Median noticed how Luanna's large breasts quivered as she fingered and tweaked her dark nipples. Velanna looked at Luanna, “More lashes?” Luanna didn't answer her, but she stopped her tweaking action on her nipples and once again stood with her wrists crossed above her head. Velanna whipped her dark skinned companion ten firm and well placed strokes of the lath, across her nipples. Luanna, twisting and writhing waited until the whipping had stopped to launch her verbal protest. Median heard her voicing a hurt that sounded similar to the noise made by fornicating female dogs.