The Girl From Lesbos

In his cabin on the galley from Rome to Flavious' island, Marcus was woke up by the sounds of a whip. It was being used on more than one woman from the sounds of it. Gretchen stirred with him, she'd been nestled, sweetly naked, in the crook of his arm for the night. Not fully blossomed into motherhood, she was non-the-less belly swollen pregnant. She carried small with a cute bulge in her dainty abdomen.
The whipping on deck continued as Marcus peed into the porcelain chamber pot. When he'd finished, Gretchen had added hers to the cumulation. Naked he got up and opened up one of the side ports to let in some fresh air. Gretchen, took up the chamber pot with both hands and poured its contents out the open port. Marcus cleaned himself up a bit with some water from the barrel in his cabin. Gretchen wiped him down and dried him. She washed herself and shook her lovely blonde hair looking at her reflection in the polished Greek shield in his cabin. Gritting her teeth, she made a funny grin and looked at them.
The sounds of the girls on deck being whipped aroused Marcus. His cock was already beginning to swell thinking about the women on deck being flogged. “Come here, lovely girl. I think you need a bit more inflating...” He smiled at his lovely blonde and pregnant slave girl.
Gretchen gave him a seductive smile and went over to the bed and leaned over resting her milk swollen breasts against the covers never taking her eyes off him. Her ass was exposed and she spread her legs enough for him to enter her, Marcus started fingering her slit and clitoris. She moaned and gave a female whimper, with his cock now quite erect, he slipped it into her waiting bare sex.
With him inside of her, he thought that things might be getting a bit crowded in there as he could only slide in about two thirds of the way. He didn't want to ram it into her, as he didn't want to hurt her, but he would have liked to have gone deeper. After fucking her for about five minutes, he removed himself from her cunt, and using her pussy juices to moisten her ass-hole and started working it into her. She gasped and opened both of her palms up and above her head. By fucking her in the ass, he could go deeper which made her to gasp, moan, and roll her eyes. With Gretchen's noises, Marcus could still hear the cadence of the whipping. He was about to climax when he felt the tip of his cock get very hot, with a firm, but gentle thrust, he loosened his load well into Gretchen's girlish guts. Leaning over onto her, he kissed her neck and tugged on her hair while tonguing the lobes of her ears; he loved this slave girl a lot.
About the time the couple had finished their orgasms, the whipping on deck had stopped. Putting on his tunic with the gold trim, Marcus decided to go up for breakfast, besides he was curious to see who was being whipped. Gretchen followed him up, still just as naked as always, being lead by a jeweled collar and leash. Even on the seas, the heat of summer can be uncomfortable. Strolling up toward the canopy where the captain and some of his officers were eating breakfast, he noticed a couple of girls spread-eagled in the rigging. Judging from the lash marks on them, they must have been the girls he had heard being whipped. They'd been bound at their wrists and ankles, side by side facing the hot sun. Even though it was still fairly early in the day, they were dripping wet with sweat. Red welts and streaks crossing their backs, butts, sex and breasts gave full evidence of their whipping. It was difficult to tell if they had been bound together and whipped or they had been lashed separately.
One girl was a blonde, young about twenty or so, firmly muscled and high breasts. Her companion was a brunette of about the same age, but slightly larger breasts, and equally well muscled. Both girls were well suntanned, but not overly so. Marcus thought they must be oar girls and only brought on deck once in a while either for punishment or just to get some air. Looks like today, he thought to himself, they would be getting a lot of sunshine.
“Hail, Marcus!” The captain raised his arm out of respect for Marcus' rank with the Emperor.
“Hail, my captain.” Marcus and Gretchen raised their right hands and after a few seconds gave a large yawn, almost at the same time.
“Dear Marcus, I must apologize for what I am sure woke you this morning. It seems these two female galley slaves of mine had been playing with each other more than pulling on the oars last night. I had to teach them a lesion, so to speak.”
“So I see, besides the flogging and spreading them like that, what else are you going to do to them to teach them a lesson?”
“Oh, they will remain like that until about noon, then I'll have them turned over and bake a while on their proverbial backsides for most the afternoon.”
“Won't they be missed in their positions? I mean cause us to slow down or make delays?”
“Naaa, I've put two others in their place. We're on schedule.”
“Well, I'm sure the flogging alone I heard this morning will deter any more of their play...” Marcus added looking at Gretchen who was still looking at the two girls spread in the rigging.
Looking at her Master, Gretchen whispered, “Won't the sun blister their skin off, Master?”
“Want something to eat, girl?” The captain offered to Gretchen, smiling at her cute pregnant tummy, “Yours, Marcus?”
He nodded with pride, then asked a point that Gretchen had made, “Shouldn't those girls be oiled to protect their skins? The sun is pretty intense...”
The captain smiled and gestured a respectful salute, then narrowed his eyes looking up at the two girls whose breasts seem to roll gently with the ship's motion, “Yeah, you're right, I'll have Nubius coat them in a little while.” He brushed Marcus' comment off with a hand gesture, then he resumed his though, “You know, Marcus, you are really a brave and remarkable man. Someone with your obvious influence with the Emperor could have a more cushy job in Rome...”
“I enjoy my work, captain. Let's just leave it at that.” He wasn't sure where the captain was leading, but no doubt it would end in a discussion of Gretchen's pregnant belly.
“One time, I had a female galley slave, a blonde one like yours here, get pregnant once and all she ever did was pee, pee, pee, all the time. I had to take her off the oars, and I even tied her to the bow, so that way she could pee and none of it dribbled all over the decks. Now I ask you, be honest, does this one pee a lot or was it just my misfortune to get one with a weak bladder?”
Marcus could see there was no way to avoid a discussion about Gretchen, after all she was a beauty made even more beautiful by her swollen condition, in his opinion, “Gallons, captain. Simply gallons.”
“Do you have to pee now, girl?” The captain asked square on of Gretchen.
Gretchen was in a slight blush crossing her dainty legs, she nodded her head, “Yes, sir... I could go if it pleases my Master...” Well said thought Marcus to himself as he smiled at her.
“Marcus allow the girl pee...”
“Where? Here..?”
“She can hold onto the base of that rigging where those two are, then have her lean out and let it drain into the sea.”
“Umph, well then all right if you insist, Gretchen, go drain yourself into the sea. Like the captain indicated.”
With her index finger on her lower lip, her cheeks turned a bit pink, but she nodded her compliance to her Master's orders. Getting up, she walked over to the rigging, she could hear the two girls above her moaning and whimpering as they struggled with their punishment. Looking onto the deck below them, she could see the moisture of their orgasms forming into small puddles on the ship's decking planks. Holding on tight to the rigging, she leaned her butt out over the sea, never taking her eyes off her Master, and in passing a yellow stream of liquid flowed out the size of her little finger. It flickered in the breeze a bit and trailing off dropped quietly into the blue sea. Stepping down, she lightly brushed her nipples with her fingers and looked up at the two girls baking in the sun, she squinted and returned to her Master.
It was after a good breakfast, that the captain gave Marcus and Gretchen a brief tour of his ship. Their last stop was where the galley slaves were chained, pulling the oars. A drum beat a steady, but slow rhythm, as a couple of overseers with whips, walked up and down the narrow boardwalk separating the two sides of the ship. For the most part, the oar slaves were kept nude or nearly so regardless of their sex; she saw that it was not uncommon for a naked man and woman to be shackled side by side to pull the oars. Gretchen had learned that on the merchant ships, female slaves pulled the oars as often or more so than men. Only the warships had strictly male galley slaves and exceptions to that did exist as a few of the warships would employ captured amazon women to pull the oars, but that was rare. Captain Hestus had sixty oar positions, with thirty six of them occupied by women and twelve occupied by males. When all his positions were full, he could have a maximum of three slaves to pull on one oar, there were ten oars on each side. This morning, Marcus counted thirty four women and twelve men, with two of the women being punished in the rigging. In the darkness he could see one woman chained beside a male, whom he swore she was pregnant. Standing against the mast naked, with her arms up and on each side was a young Nubian woman. Her forehead rested against the wood and she had been whipped across her back. Gretchen didn't see her move very much and she seemed lost in thought, but occasionally she would shift her weight slightly from side to side in a very slight, slow movement. What the two of them didn't know, was that she'd been impaled on a prong which had been placed against the post and was well up inside the her sex.
Following lunch, Marcus and Gretchen went back to their cabin to take a much needed nap in the afternoon. The ship swayed and rocked gently in shallow waves. A warm breeze blew over their nude bodies as they slept. The freshness of the sea air always made Marcus randy. He took Gretchen several more times in their cabin, if there were any concerns about the girl's pregnant condition or how she got that way, all anyone had to do was peek into their cabin.
Both of them were awake in time for the evening meal; Marcus sat chatting with the captain. They were drinking wine and discussing tonight's entertainment, when the two girls were released from the rigging, he saw how sunburned they'd become. The blonde looked quite reddish brown on her back and butt, as well as on her front around her breasts, nipples and the juncture of her hairless sex. He noticed that the blonde's nipples seem to blend in with her sunburned skin, like happens to Gretchen when she's been in the sun for a while.
One of the earlier whip-strokes had obviously made itself a nuisance on the brunette; having raised a welt directly across the center of the girl's bare cleft. It seemed to have further manifested itself to bring a cap of horrid suffering to her brutalized clit; leaving it with a tingling blister. Marcus commented on it, “The dark headed one has a real soar looking cherry on her clit, Hestus...”
Hestus looked at the girl and then down at her brown hairless cleft, he could see the welt left from the whipstroke. Examining her closer, he could see peeking out from between her sunburn neither lips, the deep red cap that had formed on top of the girl's clit, he replied back at Marcus, “Yeah, a nice hot one isn't it? She'll be all right, and you know I'll just be she takes herself off with it, I know these bitches and believe me they are just a couple of oar sluts, and nothing else. I caught that one,” He pointed to the blonde, “taking herself off on the end of an oar once. I just watched her until she creamed herself then I interrupted her and drug her out on deck with a wet pussy. I hung her upside down and had her strapped on her shinny slit of hers then pegged her for the rest of the afternoon and did she love it! Marcus, she loved it so much so that I had a peg installed at her oar position. I swear I never saw such a happy girl on this boat, in my life.”
Marcus smiled at Hestus' tale, shaking his head he changed the subject a little, “Are these two to be part of the entertainment, captain?”
“Not hardly, I need them back at the oars, but that Nubian tidbit you saw standing with a whipped back against the mast is sure going to be. Believe it or not, she was a Berber dancing girl, before I bought her as a galley slave, her name is Favina. For a while she was my odd girl, but knowing that she hates to pull the oars, I had been using her as a body slave until I lost Narcedes at the oars. I have to keep the oars at an even pull on each side, if I don't the ship would go around in circles and, well, right now I'm short of a full complement. Actually, it's the best stock that I've had in years, frankly, I can't remember the last time I had a full complement of galley slaves. Anyway, tonight, I will allow the Berber and the brown-hared one, Bambina on deck to entertain us. Obviously the Berber can dance, but Bambina has this talent for wrestling.”
Marcus' eyes opened wide and he perked up at the wrestling idea; he whispered in the captain's ear a delightful plan for the evening that even involved the two that were in the rigging.
With the dining completed, Captain Hestus ordered that Favina and Bambina along with eight others be brought up on deck. In the calm of early evening, the ship should make good headway using the remaining rowers. The sun was still just above the horizon, and would be so for at least another hour. Ten women stood at attention forming a line for the captain and Marcus to inspect them. Marcus was quite impressed with the sturdy bodies of the women standing unashamedly naked in front of him, he whispered to Hestus, “They're so well muscled, from pulling those oars I take it, right Hestus?”
Hestus nodded and smiled knowingly to himself, after all it was his idea that they all bare themselves in the early evening air.
The torches that the crew lit blazed, giving off light as darkness came on, the captain was very proud of the physical prowess of his fine female specimens. He relished having them standing before him with out thrusted chests, all excitingly naked and ready for whatever he decided to impose upon them. Rubbing his chin, he reminding himself to have them stand for inspection more often.
Eboneebus, a handsome black male member of Hestus' crew stood guard over the women. They learned to respect his whip hand. The Berber girl, Favina wanted always to be fucked by him, but she kept it to herself. If Hestus was to learned of this, he'd have her racked or strung up by her thumbs.
“Attention sluts and hear now what evening plans we have for the lot of you. Favina, here will dance this evening, performing the sword and rape dance as Eboneebus beats the drum for her. Go and make yourself ready girl...” She nods her head, and stepping to one side, she begins to coat herself with oil that made her sparkle in the torch light.
“Bambina, and the rest of you, will provide another kind of entertainment. It seems that Bambina has a special talent; she likes to wrestle in the manner of the Greeks, which is of course naked, and this is where the rest of you come in, you're going to wrestle her. Understand that each of you will wrestle her Greek stile, equally naked, and if you win, you will be allowed to give her a whipping. If you loose, she will give you a whipping, and so forth and so on. Each match will be four rounds in length, with five lashes earned for the looser in each round, if the match is a draw, you both will received ten lashes each. I highly recommend an early victory in each round, to minimize the number of whiplashes that will be received. Keep in mind that the longer you go without loosing, any of you, the fewer the lashes you'll receive when the match is over. Eboneebus and I will monitor the match and I'll give bonus points for good skilled moves. Who ever has the most points will win, it's that simple; but as with all good captains, and Masters, it is our job to make certain that you are all physically able to wrestle. Master Marcus and I will give each of you a thorough physical examination. We'll test your responses, reflects, agility, alertness, and a small test of your strength utilizing the talents of Eboneebus here. You will answer all questions asked of you. Do you understand?”
All of the women, except Favina, nodded their heads or voiced a soft, “Yes Master.”
“Good. Now all of you, except Favina, take an open stance, spread your legs and keep your backs straight; put your arms behind your head with your wrists crossed. That's it girls, stick those tits of yours out nice and pretty like.” Looking at Marcus, the captain spoke quietly to him, “Watch how I examine my girls, I'll do Bambina first, then I will skip over to the next girl and you examine the one that I leave and so forth and so on , agreed?”
Nodding, Marcus agreed, “Excellent idea, captain. Do you mind if Gretchen watches while I examine?” Looking at Gretchen then at Marcus, “No, that'll be all right, she can watch and help you, eh?” Hestus jabbed Marcus jokingly in the ribs as he admired how well the women presented themselves. These wonderfully bare naked young women with full breasts and smooth clefts. He did dearly love them so, and to be allowed to fondle them as the openly displayed themselves made it extra delightful. It was wonderful to be alive and with such wealth and power to have this happen for him. Gretchen smiled and was so proud of her Master's skills at handling slave girls.
Stopping in front of Bambina, the captain looked closely at her, appraising her svelte female curves and using his hands, he tested the firmness of her breasts. Using his thumbs, he friction her nipples to full, he could feel them get harder at his touch. He looked straight into her eyes while he put his right hand between her legs, parting the lips of her smooth sex and fingering her clitoris.
Bambina hated for him to do this; it was so humiliating for her to stand that exposed while he fingered her. Shivering a little, she closed her eyes to try and shut out his ministrations, but it only served to anger him all the more, “Open you eyes! You find it disgusting for me to finger you like THIS!?” Bambina whimpered a muted gasp, “Oh...” She opened her eyes and focused back on his, shaking her head only slightly. “I think you are ashamed at having me finger you! I am your Master, you should love it.” As he said 'it' he fingered her clit a bit harder.
She gasped again, a little bit louder this time, “AH!”
“You little lesbian slut! EBONEEBUS! String her up to that yardarm and give her ten with your braid, full around strokes, understand.”
Eboneebus nodded his head. He took Bambina's wrist and led her to the center of the main deck and using a single rope he tied her wrists together and threw the long end over the main yardarm. Pulling on it drew her arms up and over her head. She stood on her tiptoes, naked, in the flickering torch light, which gave her skin a rusty bronze color. Eboneebus clad in a shinny black loin cloth, reached for his braided whip and uncoiling it to slither back onto the deck, waiting for Hestus' signal to begin.
She stood with her back towards the captain and Marcus, occasionally stepping this way or that to keep her balance in her extended bondage and the gentle rock of the boat. The braid was some five feet long from the handle to tip and it was made of the same shinny leather as Eboneebus' loin cloth.
At Hestus' sign, Eboneebus began whipping Bambina with a stroke that made a whirring slice as it cut the air only to wrap itself around at the level of her breasts. With its tip coming around to snap at the center of her back. Leaving a red welt in its path.
She tossed her head back and voiced a single deep throated gasp, “AAA!”
Again, Eboneebus gave her an around stroke. This time at the level of her hips. Its tip, curling around to snap across both cheeks of her well defined ass.
“AAA!” She gasped a wail of hurt.
As the lashing continued, Bambina would twist, jerk and wail causing various parts of her anatomy to become visible and accessible to the whip. By the time the tenth lash had fallen, she looked more like a red stripped Zebra than a wrestler.
“There Eboneebus, done... Marcus, I'll speed things up a little here, I'll finish examining these bitches, while you and Gretchen tend to Bambina...” Marcus smiled and nodded his approval of the idea.
In a whisper, “Oh and Marcus, you have my permission to fuck her if you like, she really loves it after a whipping.” He winked at him. Marcus raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in a 'thanks don't mind if I do' kind of gesture. All the while Gretchen applied oil to Bambina, she rubbing her down good, tracing the welts with her fingers that had streaked her nudity here and there. Focusing, she concentrated the oil on the welts across her breasts and sex. Marcus availed himself of this well whipped galley slut, as his favorite girl toyed with the girl's breasts and nipples. His cock slid deep into her remarkably tight cunt.
“Ever had your nipples switched?” Gretchen asked softly to Bambina.
“No, one time on Lesbos, Queen Amanda had put tight clips on my nipples and dangled weights from them.”
“Oh, I know how painful those weights can be. My former Master, Flavious, put a pair of those things on me with weights and wouldn't allow me to take them off for two days!” Gretchen smiled and put her hands to her nipples squeezing them as she spoke. Bambina looked at Gretchen, “What's it like to be pregnant?”
What an odd question, Gretchen thought, “Well, I don't know how to describe it, I guess it's natures visible symbol of my submission to my Master. I am pregnant because he has his way with me.
Oh, now don't think just because you see some fancy girl jewelry on me, that I get special favors, I'm a slave girl same as you, except that he wants to watch me get ripe in the belly. This does remind me all the time that I am his slave and I have to carry all of his property, including his child. Really, now and again, he'll devise some punishment for me like if I do something that displeases him, my breasts and nipples usually pay the penalty with a sound drubbing with a lath or slender switch. Sometimes it's my feet or hands that will pay.”
“Does it hurt? To be pregnant I mean...” It was then Bambina reacted to Marcus' heavy thrust, “Ah! Aaa... Oh, my gotten, hoooah, oh, oh...”
“No, not really, but like I said, I do feel it all the time. You know what, girl, believe me my Master is very capable of seeding you up real fine like. I recommend that you do something to have your Master empty his balls in you, 'cause I wouldn't want to be you a sweating and pulling on them oars when he would discover that your belly swollen pregnant, get the picture?” Bambina gripped Gretchen's arm and swallowed hard as she began to realize that Marcus was going to come in her, she nodded her head to Gretchen that she wanted to hear more.”
Bambina focused for a moment on a silly thought, “I've heard that it makes you pee a lot.” Gretchen giggled, “Yes, it does, and my breasts swelled up a lot more, filling with milk. Like they are now,” Gretchen gripped her breasts and squeezed the ends of them making both of them squirt out a steady stream of white milk, “see!”
Bambina was amazed at the stream Gretchen displayed, “They do fill with milk...” She was in awe at the female capabilities displayed by this pot bellied blonde. It was then that Marcus feeling the tip of his cock start that familiar sting, that he unloaded his balls deep into the belly of Hestus' brown oar slut. Bambina thrusted her hips up to meet his surge and with open mouth and wide eyes, she spasmed an unusual orgasm, unlike any she'd experienced before.
Having rested a little and laying there under the early stars of evening, Marcus let his slave girl, and Bambina talk in idle chit chat. It was Gretchen who was telling a story, “When I was on Flavious' Island, before I became pregnant, Flavious demonstrated the potentials of breast milk on his slave, Lydia.”
“Really, Lydia, what did he do to her?” Bambina cocked a familiar ear to the name Lydia.
“Actually both to her and another slave of his, a Nubian named Mona, he used a device called a wringer to squeeze the milk out of their breasts.”
“It sounds more like he tortured them than any thing else?”
“Well, sort of more like an erotic demonstration in actuality, as the two girls had orgasms while it was being done to them...”
Surprised, Bambina looked down at Gretchen who was coating her legs and thighs with oil, “Orgasms, really?”
“Yes it was, and I saw it with my own two eyes.”
“Wow! You mean, this Flavious actually had two of his girl's tits run through a wringer?!”
“He sure did, and while they were kneeling at it, bare ass naked, with their wrists bound to the sides of it, all the while Julia, his intended, cranked the handle of the thing. It'd pull their titties between the rollers making them squirt milk all over the bath chamber. Now these girls were just full of milk and it would take several runs through the rollers to empty them. When he was finished having the milk wrung from them, their breasts would be kind of flat looking and in a sorry shape...”
“Why I'll just bet... What really amazes me is the fact that they actually got off being wrung like that!” Bambina looked at Gretchen in complete amazement. Gretchen smiled and a quick concerned frown appeared on her face, she was worried just a bit, but asked, “You've had an orgasm before, haven't you?”
“Yes, but not with my tits in a wringer, I mean wowee, Osirus...” Bambina looked at the deck and shook her head in wide eyed amazement, and to herself she wondered if she'd been at the oars too long.
“Oh, my name is Gretchen remember, not Osirus or whoever that person is...” Gretchen smiled simply.
Bambina nodded and looked with strange wonderment at this lovely blonde mother-to-be, “Pleased to meet you, my name is Bambina in case you don't remember...” Gretchen blinked twice at her and replied, “Yes I do remember, it's Bambina... You're very attractive and that's why my Master wanted to fuck you, I'm sure.” Bambina wondered if this girl was for real or not, she asked, “Are you his wife?”
“Oh my, no, I'm just his receptacle.” She patted her pregnant stomach.
“You make it sound so religious.” Bambina commented.
“I'm his slave girl and nothing else, if he wants to fuck you instead of me, then that is his wish.
What experiences have you had, before you became a galley slave?”
“Like I mentioned when I was on Lesbos, Queen Amanda would like to use her tongue on me when I was allowed to sleep with her.”
“Was that the only time?”
“No, one time she had me whipped on my sex when I was caught fingering myself. I was tied in the garden on my back with my legs drawn up and wide. She stood with her feet on each side of my head and used a knotted strip of hemp to whip my cunt. Though it hurt and I cried out in protest, secretly I had an orgasm.” Bambina smiled and tried to normalize the chat.
“You know, before Flavious gave me to my dear Master Marcus, I use to have orgasms while on his bar.”
“Oh? What's a bar?”
“I'd be tied with my arms over my head, sort of awkwardly like this,” She showed Bambina how her arms were drawn upward, “so that I couldn't climb off. Sometimes he'd just sit and watch me slowly squirm and wiggle to a climax. Other times he'd use his whip on me until I came. Lots of times, he'd put another girl on with me and we'd be face to face, breasts to breasts, and clit to clit I kind of remember liking that a lot.” Bambina perked up her head at the potentials of lesbian sex with this little blonde number. “Regardless of the combination, when he put me on the bar, I would always have an orgasm, sooner or later.”
“You know what, you're amazing... So accepting of your slavery....” Bambina admired Gretchen's almost childlike attitude toward her slavery.
Gretchen broke in, “Well now, tell me, on Lesbos, did the Queen allow you clothing?”
“At first, yes, but later, no, after she made me one of her slaves...”
“I thought there were only male slaves on Lesbos?” Gretchen asked looking up at the stars as she asked her question.
“No men period, slave or otherwise. Not a one, in fact the only man to ever spend a night on Lesbos, was my Master Captain Hestus. That was because he did a big favor for Queen Amanda. In fact that's how I came to be owned by Captain Hestus, but that's a long story, really...”
“Did he buy you, or did the Queen give you to him?”
“Sort of, yes.”
“A prize? A gift? A return of the favor? What?”
“My but you are curious...” Gretchen shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
“All right, if you must know; it was at dinner. I was serving the Queen and Captain Hestus while they reclined on cushions, laughing and joking. She liked the Captain, and remember when I told you about her whipping me on my clitoris?”
“Yes.” Gretchen recalled.
“Well it was that evening right after she'd blistered my clit. I recall that was caring a tray filled with full wine cups and was doing quite well when I leaned over slightly to hand the Queen a full cup of fresh wine...” Bambina began to frown, thinking about what happened.
“And...” Gretchen coaxed her a little.
“And, well... It was 'his' fault, you know!” She said with some anger in her voice, pointing awkwardly towards Captain Hestus.
“His fault? Who's fault? I don't understand...” Gretchen didn't see her point at Hestus.
“The Captain's...” She started to cry a little bit.
“Calm down, Bambina. Now tell me what happened.”
Her lips curled up a bit of a smile, “It's kind of silly now that I tell about it. In fact it must have been down right funny, and no wonder the Queen's two escorts left choking down laughter while feigning to get their weapons...”
“You know, Bambina, I really would like to know what happened.”
“Okay, okay, let me recall, it was all so fast I have to close my eyes to remember. In fact, I don't know all the exact details, but I suffered for it.”
“Bambina. Look at me. What happened? Please?”
“Yes, well, here it is and , as I leaned over toward the Queen, I had to lean over Captain Hestus. At any rate, he must have looked up just in time to see my swollen clitoris peeking out from between the lips of my sex. It must have looked red, swollen and puffy all exposed there. The sweet dear, all he did was raise his right finger and poke that red 'spot' on my clit. You know the 'spot' I'm talking about?” Gretchen nodded and closed her eyes that she understood. “I guess I let out quite a yelp as all I can remember is seeing my Queen with her hair dripping with wine...”
A male voice topped Bambina's and interrupted her story, “Telling about the wine, again, Bambina?” The Captain quipped.
“Sir, Master, I...”
“Go on, I'm sure both Gretchen and from what I can see, her Master are enjoying your side of it.”
“Oh, Master, I - I...”
“Embarrassed again, Bambina?” She nodded. “You'd better concentrate on your wrestling...” She lowered her head.
Marcus chuckled under his breath, “You know, Captain, that was a quite amusing story she was telling...”
“Marcus, you don't know the half of it.” Captain Hestus added laughing as he spoke. “She's really a treasure, you know, but you should have seen how those wine goblets flew, when I touched her clit. I'd swear, it seemed to rain wine for several minutes. You know, later I went into the Queen's kitchen and had the cook fill the goblets back up with wine and I tried to lift the tray and wowa, it was heavy.
“How high did they go?”
“I'm really not sure, all the way to heaven, I think...”
“Heavens...”
“The best I can remember of the whole damn thing is this; she'd been serving us in the nude, when she bent over to hand the queen some wine, I looked up to see her swollen clit peeking out from between the lips of her sex. I mean that thing was so red and sore looking it just grabbed my attention, well, I reached up and put my finger on it, starting to comment to Queen Amanda about it. The next thing I know there was this high pitched squeal, and everyone jumped, including the Queen. I heard a female voice shout 'lookout!' only to glance up and see tumbling in the air, several wine goblets, with a tray and a goodly measure of wine floating about them. Well, most of us leaped out of the way, but I'm afraid the Queen wasn't as quick as the rest of us. That full measure of wine just drenched her, it did. The goblets fell right where I'd been setting, but the bad part came as the tray dropped down and hit the Queen on the head. Right after the wine did.”
Marcus was rolling on the deck with laughter, and I was all Captain Hestus could do to keep a straight face as he told the story. “Really, Hestus, that's one of the funniest things I've ever heard.”
“You know, Marcus it would have gone better on Bambina if some of the others had been drenched in wine, but the fact that only the Queen got it, made her doubly mad.”
“I'll just bet it did.”
“Electra, the champion of the Queen's guard, told me while the Queen was cleaning up. That all she heard was me say was, 'Wow this looks sore...' then she heard Bambina let out a yelp and as she looked she saw Bambina actually toss the tray into the air single handed.”
More laughter between the two men busted out, Bambina and Gretchen just stood their looking at the two men cracking up with laughter. Gretchen had her hands on Bambina's shoulders. “Oh, Hestus, whew, I can see it now,” He looks up as if at an invisible clit, making a fist with his index finger out, he pokes it up at the invisible clit saying at the same time, “Wow this looks sore.” While the two men rolled and hooted in laughter, Gretchen and Bambina were smiling and looking at them. Under their breath, they muttered at the same time, “Men.”
“Bambina, you got punished I take it.” Marcus composed himself enough to ask.
“A got a shameful scolding as lesbians call it.” Bambina said with a sheepish smile, “I spent that night on the awful pole in the Queen's bed chamber, while Master Hestus enjoyed an evening with the Queen.”
“How's that called again, an awful pole? Hestus where do these girls get this terminology, anyway, awful pole, shameful scolding, and all, makes you wonder doesn't it?” Hestus nodded.
“The awful pole is a greased pole which goes up and down a shoot in one corner of the queen's bedroom. Once placed on it, a girl has to struggle to keep from sliding down onto it and be impaled on the many prongs waiting under her. It's hard to grip the pole being so greased and oiled as I was and I would just slowly slide downward and find myself slipping onto a large prong, then I'd struggle to pull myself off of it, in desperation. When you're that greasy and oily, the labor is intensive just to keep from being impaled.”
“Ghastly thing to be force to watch, eh, Hestus?”
With a nod and a sly grin, Hestus agreed with Marcus' appraisal of her ordeal on the pole. Cleaning his throat, Hestus asked out loud of his girl, “When did the punishment begin?”
“It was the next day, in the garden, that I was tied between two posts about this wide,” She indicated with her hands about three feet apart. “I was exposed as naked as I am now, facing the sun. My wrists, elbows, knees and ankles were all secured in what the Queen called a sorry girl's tie. The position made me feel humiliatingly nude, like I was there for more than just a whipping or a sunburn...”
One of the other girls asked out loud, “Like sex torture, maybe..?”
“Maybe, Sedina, maybe or even beaten with a led core wrapped in leather on my cunt and ass hole. Try that one, Sedina, it makes you want to puke when it's over.” Bambina didn't like that girl, just something about her bothered her, she continued though, “Worse part is you feel it for a week afterwards... Anyway, the punishment was called a 'shameful scolding', and the Queen would select who would do the punishment...” Gretchen asked in a gentle voice, “What was the punishment?” Bambina's eyes kind of watered up a bit, but she bit her lip and looked her straight in the eye, “I was whipped with an eel skin. It didn't leave any welts, or marks, but it sure felt like it did.” Gretchen just looked at her and blinked. “I guess it had something to do with the fact that she disliked me, maybe. Possibly, she was influenced by Electra who disliked me a lot, I dunno, but all I do know is that for the first time in the history of Lesbos, the Queen took such delight in my humiliation, that she actually taught a man how to whip a woman. She taught him the fabled 'woman's strokes' she did and at any rate, when she'd finished demonstrating them on me, she handed Hestus the whip, allowing him to deliver the 'shameful scolding' to me, leaving me to bake in the Sun for a while afterwards. They went back inside her chambers and it was there that the decision to give me to him was made; she said that I would make a good galley slave.” With those last words, a couple of big tears rolled down her cheeks as Gretchen hugged her.
“That'll do, girls.” Marcus' voice was more stern now. The two of them straightened up.
“Finish oiling her down, Gretchen.”
“Yes, Master.”
Marcus addressed his next words to Bambina, “Evidently you have skills in wrestling?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How did you come by these skills?”
“On Lesbos, sir, when I first arrived, and before the queen made me a slave, I was learning the code of honor.”
“This code of honor taught you how to wrestle?”
“Among other things, yes sir.”
“What other things?”
“Sir, how to maintain my balance in a fight. How to use swords, bow and arrow, spear, trident, spiked ball, harpoon, net, knives and whips...” He rubbed his jaw, by the time she'd finished her list, he'd walked completely around her, “Are you an Amazon?”
“No sir, my mother was from the land of the Norse and my father was a Greek fisherman.”
“That is an odd combination of parents. How did it happen that a Greek fisherman came to know a Norse woman?”
“Sir, my mother was taken a slave when she was very young. Being the daughter of a Norse warrior, she grew up quite strong. The Phoenician slavers that took her and sold her in Egypt. Being blonde, she was sold as a pleasure slave, but she couldn't dance very well. Later on, when her use for pleasure lacked the proper dance skills, she was sent to work in the stone quarry. She suffered greatly, but her strength kept her alive. Some of the other Nubian slaves were as cruel to her as her Egyptian overseers, and one day an elderly Hebrew woman took piety on her when she saw her chained to a heavy tailing wheel, stripped naked and whipped. This woman then decided to help my mother escape down the Nile and for several weeks they evaded capture. One day a Greek fisherman found her, alone drifting at sea, naked in an Egyptian sailing skiff, and he took her in, well several months later, I was born. One day when I was a young girl, she left him and me, I became his Bambina...” Hestus looked at Marcus, “That's Greek for baby.”
Marcus looked at Bambina and back at Hestus, nodding that this was some story, “Well, young woman, you have a good body, with thick brown hair and your eyes are green... I always thought Norse women had blue eyes?”
“I'm not sure about that, sir. I do know that my father's eyes were green.”
“I see, but how did you come to arrive on Lesbos?”
“I had gone fishing with my father. His boat is small, and the fishing had been good, so I went to help him. We got caught in a storm, and the sail came down and hit me on the head. I woke up on a beach in Lesbos.”
“What happened to your father?” He asked.
“I'm not sure, but I think the boat capsized and he must have drowned.”
“How did you come to like women over men?” Marcus wondered.
“It's hard even for me to understand, sir. I think it's because I was quite fond of my mother. I remember she would take me to swim with her, we always swam naked. She was really quite beautiful as I recall her body would glisten in the sun as she sat on a rock allowing it to dry her...”
“Well, I think I have an understanding. It looks like the matches are about to start...”
“Marcus, this is going to be great! I am quite sure these eight are well suited to wrestle Bambina.”
“Good, oh Captain, lets do get comfortable.”
The men climbed back onto their couches under the raised panoply which fluttered in the breeze. Marcus had removed his skimpy waist cloth and was now quite nude. Gretchen was about to follow him when she stopped to ask, “Master, may I go below and clean up?”
“Yes you may, and bring my coin purse back with you.”
“Yes Master.”
“Oh and you may also pee while you're down there.” She smiled with a quick blush, “Thank you Master.”