Wedged

Stretching herself, Gretchen woke up to a cabin filled with shafts of sunlight filtering in, and it was going to be another hot day. She enjoyed how relaxed and free she felt being nude, to her it was a natural state. Having refreshed herself, she looked to see her Master still asleep as he turned and sniffled a grunt and gritted his teeth a bit. Wrinkling her forehead at him with a 'poor dear let him rest' look on her face, she decided to go on deck and get a light breakfast for her Master, and while she was at it, order a more complete breakfast to be brought to their quarters.
Opening up the door leading to the upper deck, the first thing she saw were the twins Francis and Drake nude and spread-eagle in the rigging. It was the first time that she'd seen any males being punished since they'd set sail. She also saw that Captain Hestus had Bambina standing on deck with the shackles still on her wrists and ankles, with little stub length of chains dangled from each of them. Bambina was standing at attention with her back straight, chest out, legs spread and wrists behind her head, as Hestus was giving her orders and a verbal discipline, she was quite naked to boot. The mid-morning sun glowed warmly down on her glistening skin, giving Gretchen a warm fuzzy feeling. She focused her attention on the two naked men in the rigging, noticing how Francis' semi-erect cock was swaying back and forth as the ship rolled slightly in the waves. In the glare of the late morning, it was obvious the heat was having an effect on them. Gretchen began to finger her clit as she looked at them.
As the Captain continued with Bambina, he would occasionally fondle her breasts, or tweak one or both of her nipples. Sometimes he would finger her smooth sex, parting the lips of her cleft to pinch or play with her clitoris. When he did this, she would whimper or sigh, but she'd hold her position. If she didn't she might end up lashed or hung up in the rigging along with the two males up there now, getting a sun-burn.
Gretchen heard a female whimper and looked toward the covered lounge area. It's colorful gauze and silk shrouded sun-guards blowing in the warm breeze. Behind the lounge area, casting a silhouette shadow against it, was the shapely form of a nude woman. She appeared to be standing with a large dark object between her legs and her arms had been drawn above her head. The rope holding them could be seen raising up above the colorful fluttering silks, and it wiggled this way and that as the shadowy figure of the woman shifted about uneasily. Her breasts curved upwards revealing turgid, hard nipples, that stood hard enough to reveal them in an silhouetted outline of their own. At first glance the size of her erect nipples reminded Gretchen of Adria's nipples; curious she just had to see who was there. She slowly strolled around to the other side of the lounge area and gasped, it was Adria! She had been placed astride a black wedge of some sort, it was the first one of these devices Gretchen had ever seen.
Adria's weight was centered on the upper-most crest of the thing and it looked awfully sharp, glistening in a wet shinny black color. At its base a bar of polished steel was fitted through two holes some twelve inches above the deck, in overall height it measured about five feet from the crest to the base and again about five feet in overall length and width. Adria was bathed in sun-light, her skin already beginning to turn a buff, copper-red color, and her ankles were fastened to the lower bar, allowing only her foot and toes to uselessly wiggle just a bit in the air. They looked like they were searching for something solid to help lift her weight off of the sharp looking crest.
Her wrists had been drawn up, crossed and tied; the awkwardness of her position, forced her to lean forward enough to impose intimate contact of her bare sex with the wedge's crest. The lips of her sex had been forced apart, and downward on each side of the crest; leaving her only movement as slight squirms and twists as she to tried to relieve the pressure off her clit which rested on the crest. She looked brazenly bare setting there buck naked, with turgid nipples swelling to be kissed by the rays of the blistering sun.
Was she being punished for some offense? Certainly not anything that she or Marcus could have caused, no, this was something else. As Gretchen moved from behind Adria, who was still unaware of her presence, she could see the side curves of her undulating breasts; jiggling and swaying as she struggled with her bondage. The quickness of her breath and the wetness on either side of her split sex, gave some indication that Adria had experienced at least one orgasm, if not more. Gretchen noticed that Adria's back bore several fresh welts from a whipping; getting closer she could hear her muffled whimpers and groans. Gretchen put out her hand, almost touching her, but instead she lowered it so that a couple of her fingers could feel the edge of the crest. It felt sharp, but not enough to cut.
The closer she got to Adria the clearer the lines became, and most likely she wasn't on this thing when she was whipped. Some of the lines curved across her butt and around her hips, with a few disappearing in places where Adria's skin made contact with the shinny wedge. One had made a solid line from across the center of her back, around the side curve of her right breast, and finally across both nipples. As she came into Adria's view, she could see the bit gag that had been placed on her. Adria's eyes went wide with hope when she saw Gretchen; her breasts quivered as she stirred harder on the wedge. Gretchen looked down at the point where her hairless cleft made contact with the sharp crest. She could see the already red, swollen bud of Adria's clitoris friction itself against the sharp edge of the wedge. As she looked, it seemed to increase its activity, then briefly stop. A few seconds passed as she slowly moved herself against its shinny edge; Adria's tummy crunched up a couple of times as Gretchen looked at her pleading eyes. Then suddenly she opened and closed them wide, as her right thigh began to quake in an uncontrolled spasm. For a few seconds, a whitish colored liquid oozed out from the sides of Adria's neither lips. It was thick and flowed slowly running down the tapered sides of the thing, starting at the point where her sex rested on the crest. Adria shuddered and grunted another orgasm, her mouth distorted by the bit gag, gurgled a bit of spittle as she laboriously gasped and groaned during her orgasm. It was perfectly apparent to Gretchen that it was not Adria's first orgasm on that device; nor would it be her last.
Gretchen couldn't resist touching Adria's hard erect nipples, and the contact made her gasp a throaty wail from behind her gag. She saw her eyes roll upwards, as Adria strained her muscles pulling on the rope to lift herself off this hellish thing. Looking down at Adria's sex, Gretchen figured it was getting a short respite from it's torture; but as Adria relaxed her grip on the rope, slowly allowing herself to drop back down onto the crest. This effect on her swollen clit, immediately induced another orgasm which rippled itself through her body making everything jerk and shudder with its excitement. Neither of the two girls noticed Captain Hestus watching them.
He cleared his throat, “Ahem, I see you two have gotten acquainted..?” He piped as he fingered his three thong wrist whip.
“Oh, sir, I...” Gretchen stammered and tried to compose herself.
“No need to explain, Gretchen my dear girl, she's quite a sight perched on this thing, isn't she?”
“Sir, I, yes, she is...”
“Flavious ordered this wedge, they are quite expensive you know.”
“Sir, I didn't know and I don't know what this is? Excuse me sir, I do know that it is called a black wedge...”
“Right, you are, smart girl, it's made of obsidian found near the bath houses near Pompeii. The craftsman who carved this one, called it 'volcanic glass'. It can be made sharper than this, even enough to cut a woman in two, or just like this enough to discipline her into orgasm. Either way, it can punish a girl quite well, you know, this color captures the heat of the sun. Oh in about another hour or two, miss fucking slut here will be ready to atone for any sin that I take a fancy to accuse her of, but, then I do enjoy watching her squirm and press that bare clam of hers on this thing, don't I dear one?” Hestus fondled her right breast and tweaked her nipple making it swell, it felt hot in his hand.
Adria whimpered and mewed as she responded to her Master's touch. She squirmed again causing her sex to rub on the narrow edge of the thing. Her body responded in full with another gasping orgasm as he watched her toes struggle wildly. Her fingers clawed the sides of the rope holding her wrists together, and she gave a slight twist that made her breasts sway back and forth. Hestus took this as a cue and with a quick flick of his wrist whip, causing it to slice the morning air with a subtle 'WHISSIP' sound, as he wrapped the wicked stinger of a lash squarely across Adria's bobbing breasts. It sliced her buds with three wispy thin braids that seem to cling to her sweating flesh, etching three red lines across Adria's lovely glistening breasts; cruelly exposed for just such a whim by her Master. Another stroke followed that first one, making a wet sounding smack that made Gretchen cringe.
“You know, girl, your Master should buy one of these, you have just the right shaped breasts for it. I'll talk to Marcus about letting you have a 'try out' period on this one. Just to try it out, you know...” Hestus looked at Gretchen and smiled.
“Oh, sir, you're so kind, but in my condition, it might hurt the baby...” Gretchen made an excuse.
“You might be right, though I saw a very pregnant Nubian girl spend half a day on one of these things and she gave birth a week later to a healthy girl.” Hestus shrugged his shoulders, “Who knows?”
Gretchen looked back at Adria, “Sir, why does this thing make women have orgasms? I mean she feels a scorching split on her sex and she can't get off this thing without help. It's too slippery. Oh, sir, look how she rubs her clit against the crest. See the way it almost bounces back and forth across the top part?” Gretchen looks closely where Adria is rubbing her cleft across the ridge. As she does, Gretchen noticed a fading welt that passed across the lips of Adria's sex at the point where her clitoris had been peeking out. “Oh, sir, she's been whipped on her sex before setting on this. I, I... Oh, that has to hurt...” Adria rolled her eyes, at the blonde's profound statement.
“Maybe it does, but, this little lesson will teach her to seek me when she want's a good fucking. I am her Master, and if she'd just ask me, I might have let her fuck one of those other two animals with my permission. When she does it without my permission, then she deserves to ride the wedge, and ride it, and ride it again and again, don't you my dear?”
Adria's forehead crisped up as she pleaded with her eyes to be taken down. Hestus casually lashed her breasts again with his wrist whip, she gave off a throaty gasp behind her gag, “AAA!” Gretchen saw her tummy crunch in again causing her sex to press harder down onto the device. Simply bathed in sweat, Adria winced and choked back another orgasmic whimper as her Master continued speaking to Gretchen. She rocked back and forth just a bit, which made her breasts quiver a little. As the Captain and Gretchen watched Adria for a few more seconds, she had another orgasm; as she did, her motions made her breasts loom brazenly naked and all exposed to the elements.
“If you were mine blonde one, I'd put you on this with her; belly to belly, nipple to nipple, mouth to mouth tied exactly the same way. I wouldn't put you on it as pregnant as you are, though, you're right, there could be a danger for you...” Gretchen's breath quickened. Hestus pointed to Adria, “Want to excite her even more?” Gretchen wanted to, but she thought of her Master, “Oh, yes sir. But I really should ask Master Marcus first.”
“You may, and by the way, he's right behind you...” She turned to see her Master standing behind her, “Good morning Master.” She kissed him. He kissed her back. “I heard what Captain Hestus proposed. It is fine with me, in fact, I'd like to watch...”
Hestus replied, “Capitol, then let's have breakfast first and let this little strumpet simmer a while. Then I'll let your little blonde one here pay a salute to Adria's continued expressive orgasms, by giving her a taste of the rod on those hard nipples of hers.” Adria moaned and rolled her eyes both in response him and to another orgasm which flooded her with spasms of pleasure. She vocalized another series of moans from behind her gag.
“Marcus, maybe I should be more careful, I think I found this slut a new lover...”
“Yes, a black glass wedge...”
The entire time the three of them had eaten, Adria continued to climax on that wedge. Gretchen watched her and counted at least nine more orgasms; even the other slaves who fed them breakfast noticed Adria astride the black wedge. One of the girls who served was a lovely half naked blonde Hestus called Nita, who was nothing more than a sassy mouthed bitch, but she showed off her firm pear shaped tits with a sauciness that would make any man's cock stand hard. They stood quite erect and didn't sag a bit in spite of their size, and they would jiggle and bounce with every step she took. She quipped a couple of remarks to Gretchen, commenting snippily about what a sow she was to walk around naked showing off her pregnant belly. In a quick yank, Nita's hip skirt fell away in Hestus' hands, she looked a bit surprised at him over her shoulder. Her blonde hair blowing in the breeze fluttered back and forth in front of her deep blue eyes. He'd rendered her quite naked.
Her skin was a deep golden bronze, and her shoulders appeared redder than the rest of her as she'd walk in the sun from the food galley to the dining area. Her brown back looked smooth and Marcus could see her muscles ripple about her shoulder-blades. Four very faint lash marks crossed her back at alternating angles: the tapered upper slopes of her breasts took on a similar reddish color, due to their constant exposure and her nipples fairly disappeared, taking on the same dark golden bronze color as the rest of her skin. Gretchen noticed that even the 'V' of her sex was evenly colored with a dark golden bronze; there was no part of this girl that the sun hadn't found.
“Hestus, have you whipped this one lately? She seems a bit of a smart mouth, at least to my Gretchen. I know that they are both slaves, but I am proud of her belly, even if it displeases that one...”
“Nita? No, she's a smart-mouth little bitch all right, in fact I was thinking about having her put on the wedge with Adria; they're friends, you know. I caught them sleeping together once and doing girl sex with each other, well it'd earned the each of them a day spread-eagle, naked in the rigging taking full exposure from both sides. That was after I'd delivered each of them a sound flogging of course; they'd sorely repented after almost six hours under this blistering sun. When I took them down I put them in my cabin in the girling position, watching them for more than seven more hours making each other come, a non stop marathon so to speak.”
“Ah, I can imagine, but did it do any good? The excessive girl sex punishment I mean.”
Hestus shook his head, “They kept on doing it anyway, so I kind of let them go ahead and do it, but now I watch and sometimes I make them bring an ore girl up and do her. Then I usually flog them all real good and bed down with this little slut and fuck her to a far-the-well!” Hestus holds his mug up and salutes the gods, with a big smile on his face.
“Ever got any of them pregnant?” Marcus asked casually returning a smile.
Hestus nodded his head, “Yeah, several times, in fact this Nita use to be a milk cow. When I got her she'd belonged to an friend of mine from the desert country. He has a harem, Marcus, that in his life, he's never fucked the same girl more than three times. This one had displeased him somehow, and as he wasn't a tit man, well when I got to his place one afternoon, she'd been stood up against a column and was being given a firm dose of the rod right across her breasts no less. Evidently for complaining about them getting in the way of something or some such nonsense. Anyway, she squealed and squirmed as some eunuch pelted her tits with a rod. Later that evening, I asked my friend about her, thinking that because of her blonde hair she must be his favorite. He was so angry with her that he gave her to me, but only if I agreed to rod her breasts again and fuck her right on the floor of his tent, and I mean right then and there!”
“So, did you?”
“You see her standing right there don't you?” Hestus pointed to Nita with a smile.
Marcus shook his head and smiled, “You old dog you, but you didn't tell me how you got her pregnant, or did you?”
“Oh, yes I did, and she gave birth exactly nine months to the day after I'd smacked her breasts and fucked her on Morad's tent floor, she's a real hot one after I used that rod on those tits of hers.”
Hestus and Marcus engaged in some more idle chatter while Nita, still naked, and her companion continued to serve the meal. Hestus motioned for Nita to come to his side, she did and he indicated for her to kneel, “This one still has a debt to pay to your girl...”
Marcus finished his beverage and put his cup down, the other girl took it and refilled it rapidly, “You know what she needs is to have some of the sass whipped out of her, right here and now.”
Hestus held up his hand, in agreement, but not in haste, “I understand your thinking and yes a good whipping would do her good right now. However, I think maybe a good reaping by Eboneebus with his braided raspe, will do her even more good. I had him use it on Adria this morning before I put her on the wedge.” He looked over at Gretchen adding, “ Those are the thin red lines that you saw on her, Gretchen, lacing and curling about Adria's cleft.” Hestus snapped his fingers for Eboneebus. Gretchen swallowing a morsel of food nodded at Hestus' comment. Finishing the last of her breakfast, her attention wandered to looking up, and seeing the twins still spread wide. Their swollen sex, semi-erect and swaying with the vessel's motion. Her eyes followed down two slender lines that had been attached to Nita's thumbs, drawing them wide spread and upward for her to worship the sun. Her legs were equally spread with a large bar. Eboneebus stood to one side and behind her, while Hestus twiddled her bare sex. Naked and spread-eagle in the classical position to receive a flogging, dangling semi-suspended by her thumbs, Nita's body quivered under her Master's touch as he worked her into orgasm.
Eboneebus had worked his way out of slavery to now serve as Hestus' right hand man. He loved being an overseer to the many women Hestus kept on his vessel. Sooner or later every female slave on this vessel would stand as this lithe blonde is now standing and take a rasping from his favorite whip. Coming from Africa, the tall Eboneebus was bald and totally hairless everywhere on his body. He is built like a wedge and body builds with power. Watching him swing his whip against this blonde bitch is a classical view of a bodies in motion, his swinging of the whip, and hers twisting and writhing under it.
Taking a firm grip on the raspe, Eboneebus gripped its slender length. The handle was about twelve inches long and made of a carved elephant tusk. This whip had been braided from an elephants hide in the true African tradition; long, slender, and tipped with a small sewn thumper about the size of a spoon. It was designed to punish a naked girl, or deliver her pleasure, depending on the skill of the whipper. Eboneebus was very skilled with this whip; getting his sign from Hestus to begin, Eboneebus removed his loin cloth to apply the whip. It was the proper way for this whip to be used on a woman; whipper and whippee both nude. He is quite well developed, sporting a solid ten inches of sexual prowess.
Standing behind and to one side of her, Eboneebus positioned himself, shaking the whip out to length. It snaked itself loosely on the deck; drawing back his shinny black arm and the whip began to sing its song as it sounded like several hummingbirds whizzing through the air, striking out toward Nita's bare back. The impact on her glistening skin was a wet sounding 'SWIT', not nearly as loud as a strap or a bull whip, but more like the sound a rope makes as it hits the water after being tossed from a boat.
The whip contacted her back at its center, then it started a journey around the side curve of her breast. Fitting the contours of her body as it made its way. Getting closer to the bitter end as it snaked onward. The last short length of it making a `tha-whep' sound as it curled over the side curve of her other breast. Finally, the tip itself, bounced under her shoulder blade; falling slowly away leaving a vivid red welt to mark its path, making Nita tossed her head back voicing only sharp rasping gasp between her gritting teeth, “AAA!” As she took in sharp quick breaths, her breasts both bounced saucily in the air. The lines holding her thumbs strained and jerked in a slack then taught motion. She'd been bound just tight enough to hold her firmly without the chance of her jerking her thumbs out of their sockets, but allowing her to twist and jerk her voluptuous body.
The sound of the stroke, made Gretchen shiver, as this whip was obviously more painful than any Flavious or her new Master, Marcus had ever used on her. Eboneebus applied the remaining nineteen strokes much the same as he did the first one. Only finding new, unscored areas of the girl's writhing nudity. Nita all the while gasping and whimpering. Her ample breasts bobbing and swaying to her body motions and the effects of Eboneebus' raspe. The most erotic thing about watching this girl get whipped was the effects of her bondage. The lines were thin enough to give the appearance that she was standing with her arms and legs voluntarily spread for a whipping. Her body language displaying an image of desire under the lash.
Gretchen could see how this whipping could be called a reaping. The manner in which Eboneebus applied the whip actually appeared to look like he was swinging a sickle. This whipping had an effect on her, as Nita had became quite caught up in the strokes she was receiving. So much so that the fact her voluptuously oiled nudity shuddering in the glare of the brilliant Sun wasn't all that was on her mind. She didn't care the least little bit about how brazen a display she made, or how obscene she may have looked jerking and quivering with her breasts bouncing and her sex dripping from the orgasms she'd released, all that mattered was that the lash would fall and she would respond.
After the twentieth stroke fell, Hestus nodded for Eboneebus to take his reward. The man smiled as he coiled up his whip. He tied it, coiled, in a place so that Nita could see it was ready to be used again, on her. “Marcus, I give Eboneebus a reward from time to time. He likes to fuck the ones he whips with his raspe...”
As Hestus turned to listen to Marcus' response, he saw him fucking Gretchen, he raised his eyebrows.
“Hestus... Oh, yes, Gretchen, do it... You may step around and she'll suck your cock... OOOh, yea, your so hot, you little slut.” Marcus looked at Hestus who had removed his vest and pantaloons. Allowing Gretchen free access to his cock, which she took into her mouth.
As the two Masters enjoyed Gretchen, Eboneebus took a stand behind Nita and began to fondle her breasts, feeling the ridges his raspe had raised across her soft mounds. He tweaked her nipples as his hard cock throbbed against her streaked ass. “Open yourself to me, blonde girl or I'll have the Master give me permission to harvest another crop of welts across these!” As he spoke those words into her ear, his fingers squeezed her whip swollen nipples.
“AAH! YES! YES! I'll open myself, sir, please... Ah.” With those words, Nita rotated her hips forcing her ass to stick outwards, toward Eboneebus' waiting cock. He felt her wet cleft touch the tip of his throbbing cock, and with only a small adjustment, he buried his long shaft into her waiting cunt.
It didn't take long for Eboneebus to move out of her cunt and start fucking her ass; she has the most marvelously fuckable ass. He oiled her down, working his finger into her waiting ass hole. She whimpered as he worked some of the oil deeper into her bung. Still drawn in a spread-eagle, Nita took the ass fucking by Eboneebus full on. His hips pounding a rhythm as his hands cupped over her breasts, he could feel her pulse as he slapped it in and out of her well oiled hole; enjoying the way her breasts bounced in his hands with each thrust of his cock. Her nipples felt hot in the palms of his hands, caused in part by the sun, the whip, and her excitement. Nita felt the end of his cock getting hot inside of her, he was ramming it in with such hefty thrusts that the moisture of the oil had oozed and was making a wet gushy sound. Feeling the urge to release his seed into her, Eboneebus' cock began to tingle, as he slammed it deep into her, he released his white cream into her ass. Opening his mouth, he began to nibble the back of her neck, which caused her to moan and whimper even louder than before. In her spread-eagle condition, she felt him flooding her guts with hot cum, coming up on her tiptoes, in a combination bounce and rock, she thrust herself back to meet his thrust. He pulled it slowly back out of her only to ram it back in hard to meet her returning thrust. When a spent Eboneebus withdrew himself from her, she was breathing heavy which made her breasts rise and fall causing them to shudder. Hestus saw Eboneebus rubbing his spent cock against the crack of her ass, as Nita continued to coo and purr.
Hestus looked at Eboneebus and motioned to him, “Drag her all the way up by her thumbs, I want to watch her sway in the breeze while she contemplates her sins. Oh, don't worry, her thumbs are quite strong...”
It only took a few moments for Eboneebus to complete his orders. Nita now hung in silence, a sight to behold; a naked, well whipped and ass fucked blonde swaying gently in the breeze. Suspended by her thumbs and with a spreader bar ingeniously applied to her toes forcing her to spread her legs in the most obscene display of her sex than any one, man or woman might imagine. The warm wind gently blew her hair about, a cloudless sky opening up the sun to shine radiantly down on her copper toned bronze skin, which made her glow. Her sex, wet from her orgasm, and her dripping bung straining to close, trying to keep from leaking out the come forced inside of her by Eboneebus' ass fucking.
It would have been wise had Eboneebus put a butt plug into Nita's ass, what with her spread legs, she just wasn't able to keep the juices he pumped into her guts from dribbling onto the deck under her. Hestus seeing this happen, renewed his anger toward her. Having finished getting his cock sucked nearly dry by Gretchen, still nude himself he strode over to Nita. Motioning Eboneebus to lower her down enough for him to reach her but not let her rest on the deck. He slapped her breasts and gripped her quite sensitive nipples, “Sloppy blonde bitch! Look at the dribble you've dropped on the deck! Maybe you need a lesion on how to hold it in?”
“Oh, Master, I... I'm sorry, Master, please don't punish me any more. I'm hanging here by my thumbs with my legs so awfully spread and I can't keep what Eboneebus pumped into me, inside of me... Oh, please forgive me...”
“BE SILENT! Eboneebus, raise her back up and let this sopping sex of hers soak in the sun for another hour. Then let her down, and take her over by the wedge, there string her up by her ankles near her friend. I think Gretchen here shall have two targets for the rod! This one's wet pussy and her friend's bouncing breasts! You know Marcus, a good drubbing with the rod on those cunt lips down there will curb Nita's sassy mouth!”
“NOOO! Please Master, I'll do anything... Not that please... Don't beat me between my legs, please...”
“Oh, and why not? Maybe you'd like another sifting with the raspe? This time hanging by your ankles while he sliced the ball of it directly into your anus and sex?” She could see that she couldn't win, “No. Master.”
“Good, a wise choice to take the rod over the raspe. I suggest that you prey I don't change my mind...”
A hour later, Nita was dangling by her ankles in front of her friend Adria, upside down and still quite naked; the exposure that her bare cleft made with its lips spread, revealed a pink sex and puffy red clitoris. It sparkled with a wetness that glistened in the glare. There's something to be said about the pain of a sunburn and the application of the rod to an equally exposed cleft and clitoris; it leaves little room for doubt in the area of hurt. Nita's sex is about to feel that hurt because of her bitchy attitude, and her Master's wishes.
Sweat ran in rivulets down Adria, caused mostly by the series of orgasms which seemed to endlessly flood the sultry naked brunette perched firmly on the wedge. Hestus handed the radiantly bare little Gretchen a rod, which was mounted inset to a grip made of polished agate, and carved into the shape of an erect penis. Marcus looked at it and remarked about its balance. She was commanded to drub Adria's nipples and Hestus would show her how to find the right targets and to get the feel of the rod. He rubbed it up and down over Adria's breasts and hard nipples, bouncing a couple of light hits to their centers. This action made Adria shift herself slightly on the wedge, producing a muted whimper as the crest grazed her swollen clit.
He handed the rod to Gretchen and she ran it like he told her to do over Adria's nipples. To her, they felt firm like the fill spouts on the tips of wine bags. With a coaxing nod from Hestus, Gretchen gave a firm flick of her wrist, bringing the rod squarely across both of Adria's sun-reddened nipples at the same time. It'd made a dull sounding 'THWICK' as it struck; the impact made the two tips of Adria's nipples disappear for a split second into her breasts then immediately pop back out. She rubbed the rod up and down on Adria's nipples again, and for a few moments, Gretchen thought Adria had elected to just sit and take the hits with little or no reaction. In reality, jumping and twitching while setting on that crest, would only make matters worse. Good advise had that been the case, because all that happened was simple reaction of nature; Adria just needed to catch her breath, that's all. In the meantime, Gretchen continued to rub the rod against her nipples looking constantly for Hestus' approval. He gave it to her in the form of a nod to use it again, with the same wrist action, she brought the rod again across Adria's twin treasures. Like before the two nipples popped in first, then as if to shove the rod back with their mighty tips, popped themselves back out. Adria shook her head, once, then twice and steadied herself in silence.
Just as Gretchen readied herself to deliver another blow, Adria had caught her breath. A quick heave of her chest proceeded her deep throated groan, which came from behind her gag, “AAARRRGGGHHH!” At the same time she let out this groan, she almost managed to lift herself off the wedge, if only for a second or two. With a wet sounding squeak of wet skin against glass she slid back down on the upper edge of the crest, this made her clit pay the price for this action. Her womanly juices in combination with the effects of her earlier orgasms made feeling this one no different. An awful sting in her nipples, amplified down to her clitoris, had caused Adria to climax again. All she could do was gasp and moan in both pain and pleasure.
What is considered a sound drubbing, can consist of one blow at a time on a sensitive spot, or a series of rapid strokes to the same spot not coming up for air. In this case, it made no difference as to how fast or slow the drubbing went to the sorry girl on the wedge. It was the drubbing itself that had nearly caused her to go insane with sexual urges. In her mind, the rod was causing a blistering heat to build in her nipples which transmitted itself down to her already hot clitoris. This added heat, was made her clit ignite with flames, which in turn caused her body to bounce and heave on the sharp upper edge of the stone. The point that suffered the slamming the most was her already tender clitoris thus producing an almost endless stream of orgasms.
Marcus thought to himself as he watched the dark hared nude disposed on the wedge; nature in its mercy, allows the clitoris of this woman to deliver her into orgasms that can, seemingly, go on forever. Her orgasms cause her to release her sweet body juices which, thank Jupiter, help to cool off the heated singe of her clit resting on the sun heated crest of the wedge. This device literally performs a perfect circle of pain and pleasure; really quite simple when one thinks about it, Marcus scratched his head. The rod strikes the nipples causing them to burn with pain. The burning hurt transmits itself to the pulsing clitoris. The clitoris stings enough to cause a stimulation of both the pain and pleasure center of the girl's mind. The body sends more liquid to help soothe the pain. An ingenious thing is a woman's body.
Gretchen, too, had become quite fascinated watching how Adria's body reacted to the rod. Her reactions had changed from shallow chirps at the strike of the rod, to a sound that became a gagged wailing, “AAA!” Gretchen had seen women drubbed on their nipples before and she herself had felt the rod a time or two, but this wedge was causing the most intense orgasms that she'd ever seen in a female. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear that Adria was literally fucking this thing. It was hard to tell if her focus was on her nipples or her clit, or maybe both. Gretchen brought the rod up for another blow.
Hestus breaking the silence, pointed out, “Marcus, will you look at her? She's in seventh heaven, and I hate to say this, but there isn't a male alive that could deliver her orgasms like the ones she's having now. Do you think there is another kind of device that could do this?”
“I don't know, Hestus. This is the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and it actually looks like she loves it?”
“Marcus, I'm telling you she does love it. Do you think Flavious would want to sell this thing?”
Marcus shook his head no, and looked at Hestus, nodding for Gretchen to stop the application of the rod on Adria's nipples. His actions indicated it might be a better idea to let Adria catch her breath and work the rod on Nita for a while.
Hestus nodded in agreement, “Gretchen, you may stop now.” Gretchen didn't strike again, but brushed the rod a couple of times up and down over Adria's nipples. Adria sighed, as she heaved to catch her breath, she shuddered in the after-glow of another orgasm, that made her breasts quiver. Her nipples looked quite swollen, turning a dark red as they seem to pucker up firm in the hot sun.
Like the nipples, the drubbing effect of a rod or a switch on the exposed clitoris can make a girl fairly howl with both pain and pleasure. The results, when properly applied are the same in each case causing a fountain of orgasms that can be induced with either speed or a lack of speed by the person controlling the rod, either way works well. In this instance, the drubbing of Nita's gaping wet sex began within a few moments of the last impact on Adria's nipples. 'This bare assed little blonde of Marcus' was really getting into the swing of things, so to speak,' thought Hestus to himself.
She started in on Nita so close in timing to Adria's nipple drubbing, that in fact, she was still whimpering when the nasty wet 'SMACK' sound was heard as the rod scored a hit across Nita's gaping sex. The next few Gretchen decided to deliver rapidly, which each time had caused a dull sounding 'SPLAT' followed by absolutely nothing more than a quick jerking spasm of Nita's inverted nudity. Odd, but Gretchen was working on her eighteenth stroke when she suddenly felt the rod strike squarely down onto Nita's hard baked clit. It made a different sound, like a slightly hollow, woodsy sort of sound, 'THUCK'. This one made her lift the rod up and look at its end, no blood, but Nita was just holding a buckled up crunch in her abdominal muscles. Gretchen looked at Hestus as if to ask what happened, then she saw her Master's eyes grow wide.
The five of them, counting Adria, must have seen what happened next at the same time. Nita's sex began to cream first to an overflow, with a thick white fluid that trickled down her belly, over her breasts and onto the deck. There was quite a lot of it, and as it flowed, Gretchen let out a surprised quip, “Oh, my!” Marcus just shook his head and Hestus grinned, raising his eyebrows. Adria, choked back a gasp, as Eboneebus just watch what was happening to Nita, who was starting to turn a bit blue at having lost her breath. Her diaphragm was too busy helping her abdominal muscles to jerk in spasms, to allow her to breath.
Hestus quickly noticed this and took the rod from Gretchen, handing it to Eboneebus who was at the best angle to do what was necessary. Raising it in the air, he sliced it across Nita's ass cheeks. In a gasping inhale, Nita drew her breath, then let out a pitiful wail that made all of them cringe, “AAAIIIEEE! OH, AHH, HAA, HAA, OOOH, AAA!” Her clitoris seemed to puff up slightly and the little hole by the hood seemed to slowly open allowing a warm yellow fluid to flow in a steady stream down her front and back.
“Gretchen it would seem you literally beat the pee out of her.” Hestus smiled with a comment. “Actually, Gretchen, on your last hit, you'd caught her pee hole at the hood of her clit. I was about to stop you because she didn't seem to be breathing. When you hit the pee hole, it had set her off, and that's why I had Eboneebus hit her across the ass, to start her breathing again. You were on a roll with this rod, Gretchen, and in truth, you'd really smacked her sex some good ones.”
Marcus hugged his pregnant little slave girl, kissing her on the back of her neck. She tasted like the sun, he thought. Hestus gestured toward Nita, “Eboneebus, cut her down and give her some wine then put her on this,” He slapped the wedge, “With her friend here. I want you to fasten them nipple to nipple, oh she'll survive even with a beat clit.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, Eboneebus,” He spoke softly to him, “Leave them on it for a couple of hours then take them off and give them each a sea water bath. Rinse them with one bucket of fresh water then put them in my cabin. They'll both be sleeping with me tonight.”
“Yes, sir, but what about those two?” Eboneebus rolled his eyes up at the twins still spread in the rigging. Each of them sporting quite an erection, as they were able to view what was happening to the two women.
“Oh, yeah, the twins...” He rubs his chin, thinking, “Take them down and have them moved to forward birthing, with Bumbus and Asope. I want them as far away from Adria and Nita as I can get them short of dumping them overboard, which it might just come to that.” The two girls whimpered, causing Hestus to give each of them a dirty look.
Eboneebus nodded and smiled, that he understood, as he turned to go, Hestus added, “Oh, have Cherry and Bambina brought up from the oars. When they're cleaned up, send them to us, we'll be in the lounge area.”
He saluted using two fingers on his right hand, “Aye, aye, sir.”
“Well, Marcus we can chat for the afternoon, and have Cherry and Bambina entertain us. Gretchen might want to rest for a while...”
“I am a bit tired, Master, after I pee, I'd love to lay down for a while.” Gretchen agreed on her condition.
“All right, but I want you to pee the way you did before over the rail.” She nodded and went to the rail, putting her ass over the side, she let her stream drop wetly into the sea; it was a lot. “Where does she fit that much water, into such a compact body, Marcus?” Hestus wondered aloud.
“I don't know, Hestus, I truly don't know...” Marcus admired his blonde slave girl and how well she showed off her swollen tummy. The way she strutted about so absent mindedly naked, displaying herself with an air of innocence 'taken' that made him just want to fuck and fuck her again and again. He was so proud of her. The wine was cold and good and the afternoon was warm as two bare ass naked or sluts fell to sucking on the Masters' cocks; a job they did so well. In the meantime, the other two on the wedge, shuddered and flattened their breasts together as more orgasms rippled through them. Adria's nipples felt as hard as rocks rubbing against raisin tipped pears of Nita's full large breasts. The red welts from the raspe left a visible reminder on the two of them that obedience to their Master is utmost. Marcus' attention was on the silhouette of the two women bound on the wedge. He saw their breasts pressing together as Captain Hestus took a swallow of wine. He over at the shadow of the two women, then down at Bambina sucking his cock, groaning slightly, he commented “M-Marcus, we are due to arrive at Flavious' island by early afternoon, it's taken extra time due to poor winds.”
“Oh, yes, go on suck it Cherry... Hestus she's wonderful, and I know Flavious will be glad to see us. By the way, is it my imagination or is Bambina sporting a pair of swollen nipples?”
“Hum, you're right, Bambina tell Master Marcus how your nipples came to be so swollen...” Bambina still sucking on Hestus' cock, rolled her eyes toward Cherry, who rolled them back at her, with Marcus' cock still in her mouth.