Lira's Story

With the sun beginning to warm the sky, the men finished their breakfast; Marcus had Gretchen help Lira serve. Marcus commented to Hestus that Lira and Nita looked enough alike to be sisters. Lira's breasts had that same sauciness about them like Nita's, but hers are just a little larger and fuller. Unlike Nita, who's eyes are deep blue, Lira's are a creamy jade green. Other than a few noticeable things, they resembled each other quite remarkably. One thing that Marcus learned later on about Lira, was that she possessed dark nipples and her clitoris was an identical dark shade; in some circles of Rome, this unique characteristic was the mark of a whore or a harlot. In her case, it stemmed purely from prolonged sexual abuse by not only herself, but others as well; this kind of sexual indulgence created a 'nasty girl' appearance about her, especially when anyone saw her naked. Hestus told Marcus that Lira had a Nubian body with a blonde's features; that comment opened up a brief discussion of the ideals of mixed breeding of slaves.
Lira and Gretchen served the two men their breakfast, as Nita and Adria were slightly in dispose. While going about their duties, Lira commented to Gretchen about her nudity and swollen belly. Gretchen smiled, standing straight, she'd thrust her chest out and voiced, “I'm proud to be a receptacle for my Master's seeds.”
Lira laughed at her a second and with a snicker, she tweaked her right nipple, commenting, “You're just a plate full of slave-girl for your Master, aren't you, you little slut, you! How many times a day does he pump you up, judging from the looks of that belly of yours, I'd say at least ten! Ha, ha, ha. Look at my nipples, how many little suckers do you think has been drawing on these?” Lira stuck her chest out, shimmying her breasts back and forth making them sway side to side. While Gretchen tried to gather her thoughts and reply, Lira continued, “I'll tell you, not one. Not one single brat has ever drawn milk from these, and do you know why? Rhythm, just pure rhythm; my mama didn't raise no fool here. She told me that it would take a special kind of man to pump me up with a sucker. Believe me, girl I've been put into every imaginable position, whipped and raped with things that would make you puke, but I've never had one planted in my oven.”
Gretchen wondered what it must be like, to have sex and not swell up as a result of it, she remarked, “You look good for not having been put up for breeding...”
“What did you say girl, you must be daft!?! Look at me, I'm well over thirty and believe me I've been over-hauled more times for not breeding than I can tell you. Take a minute and look at yourself, all pumped up with shinny dimples and your belly swollen so nice and sweet. Listen cupcake, I can tell you stories...” Lira shook her head slightly as a call came from Hestus, that told Lira to shut up and mind her work. Though it was the first time she'd heard him, it had been more than once that he'd given her orders. It was a few seconds after he'd expressed his third reminder that the accident happened. While looking back at her Master, trying to catch him when he wasn't looking so she could stick her tongue out, Gretchen let out a squeal as Lira tripped, dropping a few dishes causing them to break. Marcus saw her stick out her tongue just as she dropped the load, he started to laugh to himself. Gretchen always smiling, jumped in to help her new friend, “Oh, here, let me help, it's just a couple of things broken, we'll have it cleaned up in no time.”
Hestus stood up, quite angry at Lira, “No you won't Gretchen, thanks, four your concern, but just stand aside. Lira, why did you spill these?” She started to speak, but he continued interrupting her reply, “It's because you were doing something you shouldn't, right?” Lira nodded slowly. She looked up at him, with watery eyes, and a lower lip that trembled, “I-I-I'm sorry, Master, I was just clumsy that's all...”
Marcus leaned towards Hestus and whispered in his ear, “She was trying to stick her tongue out at you, and Hestus, she was very cute about it; don't be too hard on her...” Hestus nodded as he spoke and gave him a quick, 'it's okay' sign.
“Well, Lira, you should know by now, that I have eyes in the back of my head and I know what you were doing.” He waited for her to reply, but she kept on weeping softly, “I was not being a good girl, sir, I'll report my error to cook, is that your wish, my Master?”
Hestus looked at her, “Yes, report to cook and tell her ten plus two, understand?”
Lira shivered and looked at him, “Yes, Master, ten plus two. May I keep my skirt on, oh please?”
Hestus wondered at this, scratching his head, “All right, have cook leave it lose on your hips; if it falls, you'll spend three months bare-ass, understood?” She nodded, she hated to be bare-ass, it reminded her of her days at the quarry. After cleaning up the mess, she went to speak with cook as ordered. Like most of the other girls who serve food and work to clean the cabins, Lira wore a ricka-skirt as she went about her duties, and nothing else.
Following some more chit-chat the men made plans for a game of squares, after Marcus' mid-morning nap. Gretchen and Marcus headed forward towards their cabin, as they neared the food galley, they heard the whistling sound of a whip slicing the air followed by its impact on bare skin. There was an immediate, painful whimper which came from a young woman. Turning to the direction of the sound, they saw Lira standing on deck with her wrists bound over her head to a single tether, she had her back to them. Her skirt hung loosely about her hips, exposing her dimples and the crack of her ass; it was about to slide off her hips and onto the deck.
Cook was whipping her with a single braided thong and by now she sported about eight or so welts across her back; a few of which wrapped around the side curves of her breasts as she stood bathed in the late morning sun. Marcus and Gretchen had stopped to watch, while cook must have delivered another stroke to her breasts, causing Lira to jerk about on her tether, tossing her hair while voicing a womanly gasp, “AAA!” Cooks next stroke snaked itself around and over the side curve of her right breast. It must have struck a nipple the way she twisted and jerked even harder on the rope; throwing her head back, she gave a deep throated gasp, “A-A-ARGH!” This last stroke caused her skirt to slip down over her hips and drop to the deck, leaving her bitterly naked. Twisting and turning about, it was easy to see where the red line of that last stroke had passed squarely across her swollen right nipple. Without a pause, cook had delivered three more strokes for a total of twelve in all; she looked annoyed at Marcus as she coiled up her whip, mumbling to herself, “What are you looking at, this cunt deserved every stroke of it, and more.” Cook was an older, somewhat attractive woman, wearing a large white apron of which she had undid the top part while she whipped Lira, leaving her totally nude to the waist; it was apparent that she was wearing nothing else but the apron. After finishing the girl's whipping, she tidied things up a bit, and retied the apron back over her large breasts. Looking about, she made sure all was in order before starting back to her cooking duties. When she opened the door to go inside the food galley, Marcus stopped her asking, “You don't like her, do you?” He pointed to Lira who was squirming about in her bondage; her lovely nudity glistening with sweat and displaying fresh marks of the whip.
Cook looked about a moment, her eyes stopping on the still struggling nude girl, dangling on her tether, “No I don't. What concern is that to you, sir?”
Lira was simpering as she struggled about causing her to occasionally expose the sides of her breasts with their erect nipples, swollen red from the welts that marked her up like a zebra. Marcus added with conviction, “You didn't have to slice her up like that, in the name of hell!” He didn't like this woman's attitude.
The woman gave him a toothy smile, then looked again at Lira, “First off, sir, I whipped her at Master Hestus' order and not hell's order. Why she ain't cut up or nothing; by Jupiter, she'll live an 'sides that she's had worse.”
Marcus interrupted, “I don't like your tone, woman, do you know who I am?”
The woman shook her head as she started to wipe her hands on her apron, lifting it exposing her bare sex which looked chubby and angry, “No, sir, I don't, but then I'm just the one who feeds everyone around here, now ain't I?”
For the first time in his life, Marcus was without words. To say he was mad at this woman is putting it mildly, but he calmed himself down as he replied to her off hand point, “Oh, my yes, you are, and you do quite well with it too, dear cook. I'll bet Captain Hestus is the envy of the merchant fleet, having you to do his cooking?”
Cook smiled her toothy smile again, “The emperor just hated to give me up, sir, ha, ha, haa.”
Marcus was giving her the eye, “He must have fought hard, over giving you up!” She knew it was time to change the subject, nodding at the nude and dangling Lira; “That one can be glad it was only ten plus two. If she were mine, which she was once, I'd have had her squirming on the end of an oar, perhaps even knobbed with a belaying pin.” Giving him that same toothy smile, “She'd have loved it, that I can guarantee you...” The woman turned going inside with out any more words, closing the door firmly behind her.
Gretchen starred at the door, then over at her Master; her pregnant tummy round and delightful, as she stood so innocently bare, her eyes looked up at her Master, “What a bitch, Master. You should have Hestus haul her over there by the keel, or some thing like that.” She wrinkled up her cute nose, knowing that she'd said it wrong.
Marcus burbled a silly smile at her, “Keel haul her, you mean, my little one,” Patting her on the head as he continued to speak, “I would, and I'm sure Hestus has thought of it a time or two, but after all she is the one who feeds us.” Marcus looked at the closed door, still a bit perturbed.
Gretchen blinked back at him, “I love you, Master.”
In the next instant cook opened up the upper half of the door to the food galley, she looked at Marcus and didn't say a word, then she looked at Gretchen; motioning for her to take Lira down and tend to her. Gretchen looked at her Master for orders, she was well trained not to respond to any other commands, Marcus nodded to her to help Lira. He told her to meet him later with Captain Hestus, about noon in the dining area.
“AAA! Please be careful, girl, these may look mild, but they still hurt. That bitch still knows how to swing a braid...” Lira jumped as Gretchen, using a bucket of clean water, sponged off her back. She gently rolled Lira over and tended to her scored breasts and nipples. Casually, she used her mouth on one of the whipped nipples, and to Lira it felt quite good. “Hum... Thanks...” Gretchen nodded with a smile.
Cocking her head to one side, Gretchen started a conversation by asking, “Did you know this woman before, she made a comment that you were hers once, what did she mean by that?”
Lira settled back a moment and looked into the blonde's inquisitive eyes, “It's a long story, are you sure you want to hear it? After all, I don't want to get into more trouble...”
Gretchen replied looking about, “I think we have some time, go ahead, you know I'm curious.” She smiled with anticipation.
Lira shrugged her shoulders, which made her wince slightly, “Well, I'll start at the very beginning...”
Gretchen piped in with a feeble attempt at humor, “That's a very good place to start!” With a goofy smile on her face, she shrugged her shoulders, then lowered them and pouted, “Sorry, what we just said sounded like a childhood song, my grand-mother sang to me in the Norse country, when I was a little girl. It had something to do with musical notes,” She smiled cute, and sings a little tune, “It's a silly thing, it goes kind like this 'doe, ray, me... the first three notes just happen to be... Silly, I know, well, sorry, we can go on now, I don't know what came over me, just one of those things I guess.”
Lira cocked her head to one side, concerned about this girl's sanity and if it was her condition that caused this kind of non-sense, she interrupted her, “I understand, girl, that's okay, we don't have to go on with it. Childhood songs are great, give them to your children.” She gently poked Gretchen in her pregnant belly. Her eyes widened a little as she saw it move slightly. Gretchen smiled and gasped a little, “I felt it, I think the baby reacted to your finger!” Her face lit up with joy.
Lira resumed her story, “Gretchen, how old do you think I am, you know how old do I look?”
Gretchen eyed her a minute and noticing a few wrinkles about the edges, she shrugged, “Oh, I don't know for sure, but I'd say you are late twenties maybe thirty or thirty one. I don't mean to criticize, but you look like you've had sex for at least twenty years straight, without a break. I think men refer to it as ridden hard and put away wet, to coin a phrase.”
Lira narrowed her eyes at her, “Well, you're right about most of it, but wrong in part, I'm nearly 40 years old. Only a little bit younger than cook. It began for me when I was born to a blonde slave girl named, Arletta. She came from the same land as yourself, up there in the Norse areas. After the first Roman invasion, she was sold at a quite young age to a grower on sugar island, who having obtained more than one fair hared girl, put her to work in the fields. Something happened that earned her disfavor with the lead overseer, who'd made her work naked in the fields. A large, young buck Nubian who went by the name of Titan, had been assigned to work next to her. Well, she ended up heavy with his child and that was me. My mother was a sweet young blonde, not unlike yourself, and my father was a full blooded Nubian stud.” Her voice lowered to a gravel just a bit when she spoke of him.
“I understand, that's why you have such dusky skin and blonde hair. I noticed that your nipples and your clit are darker than mine, yet your face and hair are blonde. Oh, you have dreamy green eyes...” Gretchen liked this woman, and found it hard to believe she was nearly forty years old.
Lira continued, “I grew up with a group of older girls, the oldest being cook there. She was a ripe looking girl when she was young, nothing like she looks now...”
Gretchen added, “She's a real bitch, I don't like her at all, she treated my Master with disrespect, and if I could arrange it, I'd have her whipped for that!” Gretchen didn't watch her words, but as she ranted on, cook had the door open and could hear her every word. Lira pointed towards the door and held her finger to her lips, indicating to her to keep it down. Gretchen looked over, noticing the door open, she shrugged her shoulders and gave Lira a sheepish grin, but softly added, “Well, I would.” She looked back over her shoulders making sure cook wasn't standing there and with a quick gesture, she flipped her finger at the door. Bad luck though, as cook went to the door just as Gretchen raised her finger. She immediately lowered it, and got real nervous.
Cook opened the door and picked up a flat drubber, and walking slowly over to the two girls. She stood looking down at both Lira and Gretchen, “You two have a problem with fingers and hands, do you?”
Lira lowered her head, “No, mamm, no cook, we were just chatting, weren't we Gretchen?” Gretchen nodded with enthusiasm, “She was drying off her hands from where she was wiping my welts, right Gretchen?” Gretchen nodded again with even more enthusiasm, “See, she's just helping me with some after care and stuff, like you ordered her to do... Isn't that right Gretchen?” Gretchen nodded, and kept nodding for several seconds.
Cook didn't believe a word of it, “It seems one of you has a finger problem. I know which one of you has the problem, but just in case it is an accidental situation, I know I can't punish you, round tummy, but,” She glared at Gretchen, who frowned back at her, “I can punish this one. Hold out your right hand, palm up, Lira, and be quick about it.” Lira struggled with the order. She'd felt that lath before and didn't like it one bit. Starting to hold her palm out, she quickly brought it back in to herself, shaking her head, no. Cook tapped her toes, “I said, Lira, hold you hand out, palm up. If you don't, then back up you'll go by your ankles this time and I'll make it up on that clit of yours, since you find the palm of your hand to sensitive.” Lira shook her head and closed her legs together, almost curling up into a little ball.
“All right Lira, since you won't co-operate, I'll just go get Eboneebus...” She started to leave, when Lira grabbed her leg and pleaded, “No, no, no, please I'll be good and I'll co-operate, here...” She held out her hand palm up and winced her eyes tightly closed.
Gretchen reacted to this, “Wait a minute, it was me, I gave you the finger punish me, not her; can't you see she's suffered enough?”
Cook looked at Gretchen with a stern eye, “I knows it was you giving me the finger, you rank little slut, with your swollen belly and cute nips and all. You know very well that I can't wallop you, even with my status on this ship, Master Hestus would pop me good if I touched you without direct orders. Now, as for this one, I can do just about anything I want with her, can't I sleaze bucket!?!” Lira nodded and lowered her head, “So, Lira, you get back into position and I want your other hand behind your head and your legs spread wide open. I want to see that thingy between your legs quiver as I use this on you, now move!” Cook gave one of Lira's exposed nipples a quick flick with the drub as she shifted herself into place. Lira winced and gave a breathy gasp, “AH!” Cook shook the drub at her, “There, now, let's be quick about it, or I'll make that nipple as sorry as your hand.”
In position with a tremble to her left hand, Lira held it out, palm up and open, fighting back nervousness. Cook stood with her arms folded across her chest glaring down at Lira, “Don't even flinch or I'll start back to work on that nip of yours, understand me?” Lira nodded slowly.
Cook brought the lath down with a wicked sounding 'SMACK' into Lira's tender palm. Lira sucked in her breath, holding it; cook looked at her, “Count you slut!” Lira still wincing and holding her breath, “One, mamm.” She then let out her breath. Cook looked down, and in a mimic tone of voice, “One, mamm. One, mamm what?” Lira's voice quivered, “One, thank you mamm, may I have another.”
Cook had an insufferable grin on her face, “That's better, a well trained slut like you should know better than to make me ask again, right?” Just as cook said the word right, Gretchen saw one of the most cruel things happen to Lira that she'd ever seen done, even on Flavious' island. Cook's arm went into a blur as she applied a swift stroke to the girl's exposed clit. It landed square on making a wet slapping sound, 'WHIT' which made Lira almost jump out of her skin. It even made Gretchen jump. Lira went wide eyed and put both her hands down holding herself as she closed her legs. She nearly rolled over, going completely breathless.
Gretchen reaching for her, but was stopped by cook, “Leave her be, she'll recover just fine, won't you Lira?” Not waiting for a reply, cook popped a sharp one on her exposed left nipple, making it heat up in a blister. Lira squealed and brought her right hand up to shield her left nipple. Taking advantage of this action, cook landed another one on her now exposed right nipple, making Lira grab it with her left hand, which to her misfortune, left her cleft exposed once again. No sense in letting go of a good keep-a-way action, cook thought as she landed another square hit to her clit. This one made Lira cough and spit out a wail, “AAA!” Again, using both of her hands she covered her hurting cleft.
Gretchen screamed, “STOP IT YOU BITCH! YOU'RE KILLING HER!” This caught Hestus' attention, and he went over to investigate. Cook still in her position, leaned over and grabbed both girls by the hair just as Hestus walked up, “Cook let them go!” Cook looked at him still holding on to the girls' hair, they were raising their arms up to force her to let go. Hestus said again, with a louder voice, “I SAID, let them go!” Looking at the two of them, cook let go of their hair. Clearing his throat, Hestus asked, “What started all this, cook?”
She looked up at her Master in a matter of fact tone of voice, “Master Hestus, I was beginning my lunch preparations, when I heard this one,” She yanked again on Lira's hair, who winced a silent protest, “Start to tell one of her long stories about her life and of course about me. Then I heard this one express her dislike for me, and how I insulted her Master, Marcus, as I came to the door to check all this out, I saw this one,” Cook grabs a fist full of Gretchen's hair, rolling her head about, “Giving me the finger!”
Hestus leaned towards his cook, “The finger?”
“Yes, the finger, you know, sir, the finger!” With the last word she raised her middle finger up for her Master to see, and deliberate or not, she aimed it at him. He frowned and slapped her finger down, “Yes, cook I do know the finger.”
“Well, sir, I felt it my right to punish her,” Cook points at Lira, “For this one's actions. Especially since I'm not allowed to do anything to another Master's slave, but I can to Lira here.” The two girls sat silently and with their heads lowered. Hestus reached down, lifting Gretchen's chin up, “Is that right, little one?” Water formed in Gretchen's eyes as she swallowed, “Yes, sir, cook's right, I did give her the finger,” In her innocence she raised it up to show him and did like cook, aim it at him, deliberate or not, it happened, “Like this...”
Hestus swore to himself, “Gretchen, honey, I know what the finger IS, now go on!” He sounded a bit perturbed. 'Sorry, sir, I don't mean you, I mean...” Gretchen started to point it at cook again, when Hestus grabbed her hand, “Yes, Gretchen, enough already!”
“Sorry, sir.” Gretchen lowered her head.
In the meantime, cook's anger was growing up again, and when Gretchen started to point the finger at her she almost lost it, “Sir, these two deserve a good drubbing on those thingys of theirs; each of them do, and you know it..!” Hestus was getting angry over the whole mess, “Cook, knock it off...” He was interrupted by cook who again started with the finger thing, “Well, how would you like it to have this,” Up it went again, “Stuck in your face..?” Before another word came out of cooks mouth, Hestus got furious, but he kept his voice calm and clear, all of them knew he was serious, “If I may have your attention for a moment, sluts,” The women calmed down quite a bit, “That's better. I will only say this once, cook, everyone on this ship has roughed it more than once in their lives, having to do their own meals won't kill them. The next time you raise that finger at me, I'll have you keel hauled, understand?” Cook nodded that she understood, no remarks were needed. “As for you two, one more meek sounding, whimpering reference to the finger will earn you both a hot afternoon in the rigging with a pair of well blistered nipples and an equally well blistered cunt. Hanging you both upside down by your ankles while Eboneebus blisters them for you.”
Gretchen blinked and almost started to comment as she rubbed her swollen tummy when Hestus stopped her; “Don't you give me that, 'But I'm pregnant' look sweetcakes. Both your Master and I know full well a good blistering while hanging by your ankles and a day in the sun never hurt a pregnant girl before. Have I made myself understood?” Never taking her eyes off him, and smartly keeping her mouth shut she nodded her understanding.
“As for you, Lira, I'm still not sure of your involvement with this finger business, but judging from the welts I see, you've been punished enough for now. I want you and cupcake here to finish up your aftercare, following which you will report to me; is that clear?”
Lira nodded and voiced a soft, “Yes, Master.”
Hestus sighed a relief and left the women to manage his orders. Cook watched the two of them a minute with a snide look on her face, “You two just wait, this ain't over yet.” Lira and Gretchen looked at cook and as she slowly turned her back, Gretchen started to stick out her tongue, but cook just as quickly turned back to face them, almost catching Gretchen's little tongue about to pop out. Not saying a word, cook lifted a finger to Gretchen in a 'watch this' action. She took a small chip of wood putting it between her thumb and index finger then bringing up her other hand she flicked under the thumb holding the chip, which broke it in two. She dropped the other piece and opened her mouth indicating the chip represented Gretchen's tongue, making her point that she could in a quick minute rap Gretchen hard enough under the chin that would cause her to bite her own tongue off. Gretchen looked at her and swallowed hard. Cook gave her a look as if to say, 'go ahead and try it, I'd love to prove it' as she slowly turned towards the food galley door.
Gretchen watched and didn't make a motion. Lira focused on Gretchen ready to intervene and stop her from aggravating the situation any further. For a few seconds after the door had closed, the two girls sat silently,
it was Lira who spoke first, “See what I mean..?” Gretchen didn't say a word for several seconds, then she moved uneasily and winced to herself, “I see... I have to go pee now...” She got up and scurried over to the rail, quite desperate it seemed.” Lira smiled as she watched a bladder full of yellow liquid pour out of her small girlish puss. She mumbled to herself, “Where does she put it all? I mean, Jupiter...”
A couple of hours went by of idle chat about Lira's life, her ups and downs. She told Gretchen about the terrible abuses she experienced as a child, growing up on sugar island, and of her relationship with cook, who Gretchen had learned that her name was actually Wanda. She thought to herself that it should be wicked Wanda. Finishing some more care on her welts, Lira finished up her story, “And, well, it started as an argument rather than just a few words, as she wanted me to prepare some sweet meats. I needed to get some more wine for the Master and this led to that, well I guess I smarted off to her. The next thing I knew, she had me strung up spread-eagle taking a snaking with that braid of hers.” Lira gave a shiver.
“That must have been a nasty whipping, strung up all spread open like that.” Gretchen noted as she continued to wipe on Lira's back.
“It was the first time that any of us had been whipped by cook in a long time; punishments are usually done by Eboneebus at Hestus' orders only.” Lira finished her thought.
Gretchen concentrated her wiping on Lira's right shoulder, chatting to a new subject, “Master Hestus has sure been working over Adria and Nita lately. I think my Master and Captain Hestus both had a go at them last night...” Gretchen told Lira about the events of last evening.
“Really, I know this sounds cruel, but they deserve it; those two garden sluts! The way Adria keeps playing around with those two lugs, Fracas and Duffus, it's a wonder the Captain hasn't had her impaled.”
“Oh, you mean Francis and Drake, the twins?” Gretchen smiled in a simple grin.
“Yeah, them, a pair of real knuckleheads. You know, they remind me of those two forum clowns, that always put on a show with some practical joke, what their names..?”
“Oh, do you mean Bevectus and Anuspate?” Gretchen said as she rubbed her cloth a bit too firm over Lira's back. “Ow! Oh, watch it please...
Hummm...” Lira jumped a bit. “Oops, sorry...” Gretchen went easier.
“Yep, the very same, only these two, I swear, are worse...”
Gretchen has seen Bevectus and Anuspate in action, she actually wondered for a moment how Lira could find them to be worse, “How do you think they are worse? I understand they are well equipped as males go, and Adria likes to fuck them as much as she can. Really, they don't look like Bevectus and Anuspate, at least I don't think they do.”
“Gretchen, haven't you noticed, they like to twist words around...”
She nodded in agreement, rubbing her lower abdomen around her bladder, “You can say that again...”
Lira continued, “They even start pointless arguments among themselves! Oh, and last night I heard them in the passageway outside my sleeping birth, arguing over how either of them could put their cock into the mouth of two girls who were evidently waiting for them right there! You know, for a moment, I thought I heard Adria and Nita with them...”
“Well from what my Master told me of last night, you probably did, and by the way, did you see Nita and Adria this morning scurrying about, just as bare-ass naked as the day they were born!?! Not to say that I don't go around that way a lot, but then I have an excuse,” She pats her belly, “They were so laced that it looked like the Masters had used a link chain on them! I guess, according to my Master, that Captain Hestus has this whip he calls a lace,” Lira shuddered at the mention of it, “that he used on both of them last night.”
Lira shivered, “I hate that lace. He used it on me once...”
“Oh, when?” Gretchen's attention went to Lira.
“About a year ago I think, it was just after he got it from an Egyptian woman. He used me to try the thing out on, and oh by the gods, that thing is awful! It leaves thin red blistered looking welts that look like laces on you, hence its name. Prey your Master never acquires one, as it seems that there's a tradition on the use of that thing...”
“What kind of tradition?” Gretchen sounded a bit worried.
“Well, besides being totally nude and spread-eagled, who ever uses it on you, must also be totally naked at the time and by that I mean bare naked except for your head. It doesn't matter if a man whips you or a woman, but it's only used on a woman. The woman told my Master that sometimes two unruly slaves could be laced by having one whip the other and then reverse their positions. There's more, besides being whipped with it, cruel enough by itself; but, traditionally speaking of course, Egyptians salt the girls down who've been laced, and parade them bare ass in public. It's very humiliating to be on such a display...”
“Did he use it on you later in private or..?” Gretchen wondered.
“Oh, in private all right, try the woman's bed-chambers... In actuality it was me, Master Hestus, the woman whose name is Elexeus by the way, and her female slave Nerfina. I was kneeling before my Master, in the nude of course, while Elexeus wore a hip skirt the Egyptians called a Ummaske with a chorda and hair piece, Master Hestus had his navigators tunic on, and Nerfina wore only a simple slave's wrick and hair piece. She was bare breasted, but it was Nerfina who whipped me with it first.” She paused a moment while Gretchen went to refill the water basin, when she returned Lira picked up her story, “Nerfina was ordered to put cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then I was lifted up and fixed to a hook that had been lowered from the ceiling. Elexeus worked a small lever and drew my wrists upward, until I stood on my tiptoes. I was so humiliated, I felt all nipples and cunt.”
Gretchen nodded and closed her eyes interrupting her, “I've felt that humiliation before, with my former Master, Flavious, only I was upside down; it's just awful.”
“Elexeus didn't like the way I was fixed, so simple enough, Nerfina, got six strokes with it before me. Elexeus had Nerfina fetch the lace, and by custom, a slave must be naked to even hold it. Nerfina simply went an got it and handed it to her mistress, thoughtlessly forgetting to remove her clothing first...”
“Oh, wow, she'd left her wrick on.”
Lira nodded and continued, “Yes, and it'd cost her... After she handed it to her mistress, she suddenly remembered her requirement, immediately she began to strip, but Elexeus held up her hand and explained to Master that Nerfina couldn't take a whipping with it, without being bound first. After releasing me, my Master ordered me to fasten Nerfina in position for a lacing; I had fixed her standing with her arms up-drawn and when I'd finished, I bowed to him...”
“Didn't you say that the person who was to be whipped with it was to be bound spread-eagled?”
“They were, and I made a mistake to tie her wrong. Elexeus stood up, removed her Ummaske, chorda and hair piece and without a word went over to her slave girl and retied her spread-eagle. Looking at my Master, he stood and motioned for me to remove his tunic, which I did that for him.”
“By now you're all naked, right?”
“Yes, and my Master shoved me to my knees with my mouth at the level of his cock; as he touched the back of my head, I opened my mouth for him, making it easy for him to shove it in my mouth.”
“What was Elexeus doing with all this cock sucking going on?”
“Smiling as she walk over to Nerfina holding the lace in her right hand, as she shook her hair loose from its pined up position. The woman looked exquisite standing in complete nudity in the early evening. Several of the torches were lit on her verandah overlooking the city of Theebes. You know, it's kind of funny, but I distinctly recall from the doorway you could hear the sounds coming up from the streets below. The sensuous voices of the prostitutes calling out their prices for entertainment to passing men. Occasionally, a guardsman or patrol would chase one or two away. I vividly recall, Elexeus positioning herself so that my Master could see a clear profile of her lovely body. She used side arm strokes to deliver a deft blow of the lace to the panting nude Nerfina...”
“You were able to see this while sucking his cock?” Gretchen wondered.
“Master had pulled out of my mouth, allowing me to watch Elexeus' whipping of Nerfina. When I first saw the wire thin whip, it looked quite harmless, much too small to cause any hurt.” Lira got a very serious tone to her voice, cupping Gretchen's face in her hands, “Let me tell you sweet blonde sister, that looks are most deceiving when it comes to the lace.”
“Oh my, really?” Gretchen had a shiver go up and down her spine, “T-t-tell m-me...”
“You know, thinking back on it now, it must be its suppleness.” Lira smiled at Gretchen, then her face went serious, “You know how you can tell it's going to hurt, don't you girl? It's that the telltale sound it makes as it slices through the air, giving off a 'hissing' sound followed by that awful wet slapping noise; kind of like someone was slicing meat with dried bull's guts. At first I actually thought Elexeus had cut Nerfina's skin to the bone, from the noise it made, but she didn't.” Lira made a subtle snicker as if what she was about to say was in some way humorous, “I think it was Nerfina's reaction that really got to me more than anything else. She'd started jerking about like a kind of puppet, trying to pull her arms inward sort of like maybe...” Her voice began to quiver a little bit and her lower lip trembled slightly, “There's noting wrong with that reaction, is there? I'm sure you've done that, I think we all have when our minds tell us that maybe our breasts just got sliced off... Oh, no, no, no...” Lira began to whimper, her shoulders bounced up and down making her breasts jiggle and bounce. Gretchen moved over to comfort her, “This is silly, it's just that she looked so helpless and humiliated trying to take action on something she didn't have any control over... Oh, no, no, no...” Her crying went on a bit, after a couple of sniffles and blows on a towel, she nodded her composure, “Sorry, I'm all right now. Anyway, you know I have done that very thing like she did, struggling in futility to try and protect my breasts. At any rate, this thin set of strands had traveled from the one side curve of her breasts to the other, over the tips of both nipples. When it had settled in with her, Nerfina just tossed her head back and voiced a raspy sounding gasp that seemed to just dissipate somewhere inside her gut.”
“Wow, that's something, but come to think of it, I'd heard both Nita and Adria voice a similar reaction in Captain Hestus' cabin...”
Lira had more to tell, emotional as it was, “One thing that caught my eye, was the way Elexeus' breasts had quivered as she sliced the thing across Nerfina's breasts. At first I actually thought the tip had snaked around to sting her own breasts. Elexeus slowly changed her position and leaned back to deliver another stroke. This one landed just above the last one, making Nerfina jerk madly, only this time she shook her head first then yanked against her ropes, looking back over her shoulder with pleading eyes at her mistress. She shifted her weight slightly back and forth, at the same time trying to catch her breath, but just in time for another stroke, this one had clung a little bit longer. Elexeus made a quick little yank on the lace pulling it away causing Nerfina's breasts to sway sideways a few times, and in all she'd delivered Nerfina six strokes with the lace. With an all too sweet a smile, Elexeus walked over to my Master and offered the lace to him; her body brazenly glazed with sweat, as she put one hand up to her hair holding it away from her neck. Hestus took the whip as she turned putting her other hand up to shake her hair and cool off. He stepped around behind her and circled her waist with the whip holding both ends. She stopped her actions, but left her arms up. Glancing over her shoulder toward him, she began to breath heavy. Almost as if she were recovering from a stroke of it.. He raked the thin whip up and down her glistening torso, catching her dark, erect nipples. She let out a whimper as he pressed his nakedness close to hers, working her towards the verandah. All this time, I remained on my knees. In the silence of the later evening, I could hear the faint whisking sounds of the lace hissing in the air at least three or four times. They were out there for some time.”
“Did he use the lace on Elexeus?” Gretchen was intrigued by this story.
“At the time, I wasn't sure, but I thought he did. All I remember was hearing his orders for me to lower my head and not to look up at either of them. I obeyed, Elexeus gave a similar order to Nerfina.”
“Was it afterwards that he used the lace on you?”
“Yes, and actually all three of them did, first Elexeus, then Master Hestus and finally for the longest time, Nerfina. I remember passing out a couple of times, oh by the gods that thing hurts. It is so damn humiliating to be whipped with it, much worse than any other kind of whip. The thing is so awful it makes you feel absolutely raw, and you actually forget that your naked; all you want is for that thing to stop. I'll never forget that first stroke, it felt like I'd been skinned, slicing into my very soul...” Lira shivered again.
“An incredible story, Lira.”
“There's more, want to hear it?”
“Yes.”
Lira was more composed now, Gretchen thought as she listened to her story, “The three of them worked on me for more than an hour, but it was Nerfina who'd whipped me towards the end. She tried to be as easy as she could, for which I was thankful, but as these last strokes fell, I could barely make out my Master and Elexeus fucking on her couch. When Nerfina was finally ordered to stop my Master had her untie me. She took me into a side chamber and we made girl love as my Master and Elexeus slept together. It was the next day that proved to be the most difficult.”
“How so?”
“In the early morning I awoke and Nerfina stirred. We were quite hungry so we went to the kitchen to get some thing to eat at the slaves eating time. On our way out, Nerfina kept her eyes down but I just had to look at my Master. It was then that I saw his hand slip away from Elexeus' breast causing her to open her eyes. She saw me looking at them and she just stared right back into my eyes. Gasping for a second, I quickly lowered them Nerfina looked up and made the mistake of looking at me staring at her mistress. We both continued with our eyes down.”
“What was the problem with that?”
“When my Master moved his hand, I saw the red welts left there from his application of the lace on mistress Elexeus. I wasn't suppose to see them.”
“Oh, no.”
“Well, after we had eaten, we went back to mistress Elexeus' chambers. After knocking, we entered to see my Master dressed in his tunic and mistress Elexeus dressed in her Ummaske and chorda. Another slave girl was putting her hair back together and fitting her with a gold laced Scarab. My Master looked at the both of us and started a private conversation with Elexeus. After a few minutes, Elexeus looked at Nerfina and asked her if the food was good, and she replied politely. My Master asked me the same question and I replied politely. Elexeus announced that they were going to take a tour of her estate; it was then I then noticed that three other slave girls had joined us. We all left passing the kitchen on the way. It was here that Elexeus stopped all of us. She went over to the cook and talked privately with her. Coming back, she spoke softly to my Master who nodded and made a couple of gestures with his hands. Elexeus then announced that several bags of grain needed to be ground. The oxen that normally were used to operate the mill had been needed in the quarry. Looking about, the other slave girls were wearing their rickskirts, sandals, and hair pieces. Nerfina and I were still quite naked and well laced. Elexeus motioned to a couple of guards to take charge of Nerfina and I. She then announced to the cook that she'd found the needed labor to work the mill and grind the grain for the bread and that labor would be supplied by Nerfina and I.”
Gretchen was a little uneasy with this, “You mean that Hestus allowed Elexeus to use you as animal labor?” Lira nodded. “How awful.”
Lira stifled out a sniffle, “I remember that a number of comments were made to the fact that we were naked and it would be more convenient to use us, being strong girls and all. The rest of the group began the tour, two guards had been left behind to see to us being properly attached to the mill. I'm sure you've seen a mill, so I won't describe it beyond it was designed for two oxen and not really ready for a couple of naked slave girls. The height of it had been adjusted for us, allowing the levers to be placed across our shoulders, at eye level, in such a way as to permit us to muscle the thing into motion with our arms slightly up and outstretched a little awkwardly along the two levers. Strips of leather were used to bind our wrists and arms out to each side along the length of the lever, leaving us quite naked and defenseless from the tops of our shoulders to our toes. Being early in the morning, neither of us paid any attention to the fact that by noon, the machine would fully exposed to the hot Egyptian sun. A fact that made this labor unbearable, we also learned that three kitchen sluts had been assigned to work the grain along with us, gathering the flour we made and force us to keep the mill in motion. They also were required to keep us with needed water, food and motivation to continue working. That motivation we learned quickly enough was in the form of an oxen whip. Why not? It worked on the oxen, it should work on us, right? This whip was made literally from the hide of an oxen, and braided into a length of about eight feet, and tipped with a split end of six tails. It was attached to a wooden handle about four feet long and an inch thick, that was sharpened on the opposite end, as I learned, for poking or prodding the oxen to greater speed. In our case poking or prodding a couple of nude slave girls. Other than being bound at our wrists, we were totally unencumbered, the sky was blue and not a cloud to be found anywhere.”
Gretchen didn't like this lever mill setup, she knew about Flavious' harvest machine, but it was designed for women, not animals, “How awful, to be treated like beasts of burden.”
“Want to hear the rest of it?” Gretchen nodded. “One of the kitchen sluts, by the name of Kira, a very young half breed Arab girl, with long dark hair and large brown eyes. In all her years could have not been more than eighteen, or so, seemed to be in charge. It was her that controlled the whip, and right away, she ordered the other two, a couple of Hebrew slave girls named Sarah and Ruth, to oil us down. As they did, the two made several comments about our 'laced' condition. Kira examined us and going back into the kitchen she returned with the cook, who looked us over and shrugged her shoulders; going back into the kitchen she came right back out with a bowl of salt. She handed it to Ruth, then stood in front of me, licking the tips of her index fingers she dipped in and put some salt on each of my nipples, using a light pressure. She applied the salt to both them at the same time and Gretchen, you know, I don't remember screaming, but I guess I did. My throat hurt a lot afterwards and I looked up to see my wrists were red and swollen a bit where the leather bound them to the lever. The two guards had returned to see what was the matter. Nerfina told me later she felt the lever buck and creak enough to make her stagger, so I must have carried on for quite a bit; she told me that the cook nodded her head and told Kira that I'd been laced. She waited for a few moments and applied another coating of salt and again I bucked and screamed myself hoarse. Gretchen that salt made the pain of the lace come back!” Her voice had that quiver in it that sounded like she was ready to cry again.
“Ooo, really?”
“Real bad like, after I'd recovered a little from this salt thing, I recall seeing her go over to Nerfina and give her a dose of the salt. I don't know, but Nerfina evidently didn't react as much as I did, and I saw her talking with cook; later I realized that Nerfina told them how long I was under the lace last night. Cook conversed with Kira and the two Hebrews, after nodding their heads, they agreed it was time for the work to begin. I think it was because of my reaction to the salt that Kira concentrated her motivation to work using the whip on Nerfina. The whip made a louder sound than the lace, whirring and wisping as it snapped in the air. The first lash fell squarely across Nerfina's bare back, causing a red welt to form after a few seconds, her breasts were spared the first stroke. I got a poke with the sharp end of the whip, on the first half circle we turned; Kira aimed for the dimple just above my left ass cheek, and she found it.”
“Poked and prodded along like an animal, how terribly humiliating...”
“The mill made a heavy rumbling sound as the stones rolled along. We were obviously slower than the oxen. Ruth and Sarah began to pour the raw grains of wheat into the mill's sifter. The granules fell down into the stones and quickly turned to a pure brown powdered flour. Flour needed to bake the bread in the ovens now being lit by some more of cook's helpers. We'd made a couple of more turns when Kira snaked out the whip to wrap around Nerfina's hips. She must have came close to her sex as Nerfina let out a squeal. I felt the lever bounce a little as she twisted against it, again after a short time, a welt formed across her butt and around her hip angling toward her sex. I got another poke this time just below the shoulder blade. It made me arch my back causing my breasts to strain forward, with my nipples standing at full attention adorned with little white caps of salt. The mill must have surged a bit faster as Kira smiled motioning for more raw grain to be put on the sifter. The kitchen sluts all wore a simple one piece garb that fitted over their shoulders and tied at the waist. Leaving the sides exposed, but covering the breasts and just below the sex. As they bent over, it was easy to see their wet clams greeting a glimpse of the sun or a fluttering breeze.”
“You mean only you two were naked?” Gretchen had settled down all to eager to listen to Lira's tale.
Lira nodded, “Yes, we'd made a few more turns when Kira felt that things had slowed up too much., so another stroke of her whip corrected that action, once again. This time she chose Nerfina as the method of motivation and me for another firm poke, which found my other dimple. I protested using Rome's finest Latin and Nerfina cursed under her breath in Egyptian. Kira just looked at us, smiled and motioning for more grain. In that first hour, she only poked me. It would be in the second hour that I would learned the wisdom of the lash.”
“Weren't you already whipped enough?”
“Evidently not, because Kira announced that Nerfina was being treated unfairly and being born an Egyptian, she shouldn't bear all the responsibility for keeping the wheel's pace. She felt that I, being a blonde should suffer the lash equally, and with these words Kira delivered a swift blow across my shoulders which made me howl. Kira smiled as the mill picked up speed, almost one full turn in fact before she poked Nerfina in her right dimple. It turned out that an entire cart filled with grain needed to be ground. In that first hour, Nerfina and I labored hard enough to fill three flour sacks, but more would be needed, and cook seemed pleased at what woman power could do. It was halfway through the next hour that Kira felt the need to motivate her two 'Oxen girls' that was what she'd nicknamed us; with a breast stroke. I thought sure it would be me to be the first one to feel it, but only chance of fate dealt the first stroke. It slithered like a snake across Nerfina's breasts making a cracking sound. The mill's pace quickened by a surge, Kira was just plain mean about these strokes. She gave me one on the next half turn, causing me to struggle and whimper like a baby. I didn't need a breast stroke to motivate me, my breasts hurt something awful from the lacing. Fortunately cook walked out of the kitchen in time to see her lash me again across my breasts, as I jerked and wailed thrashing about, Cook went over and took the whip out of Kira's hands. I saw her give some strong words to her, and Kira stood with her arms folded over her chest. She was stamping her foot, but Cook made her point clear. She stopped the mill and examined my breasts and then examined Nerfina's breasts. A thick red welt now wandered among the thin red ridges of the lacing. I don't know why she did what she did next, but another coating of salt to our nipples seemed to be in order. Both of us wailed and protested with kicks and shouts. I looked down on my chest in time to see the moist salt ebb into the red tips of my nipples. A last coating was applied as Nerfina and I both vocalized our pain and suffering. The sun was beginning to climb higher and more of the mill was in the direct sunlight. I looked over to see Nerfina's nipples white tipped and shinny in the sun, while mine just sparkled with those hurting crystals clinging to my red tips.”
“I wished cook would have punished Kira.” Gretchen voiced. Lira smiled at her with a big broad smile. Gretchen squinted her eyes, “Oh, there's more I take it?”
Lira nodded, “There's more... We sweated and labored until about mid-day, when cook motioned for Kira to come into the kitchen. When she came out Kira was stumbling along behind her, with her arms tied together, outward behind her back and she was also quite naked. Following Kira was biggest bare-ass naked Nubian girl I think I ever did see, over seven feet tall. Her breasts were huge, yet firm enough to stand by themselves, and not a speck of hair anywhere on her. Gretchen, she was huge, with muscles bulging all over and frankly, I think she was naked, because there wasn't a slave garment designed to fit her. This woman could easily have turned the mill by herself. I learned that her name is Shoova, she was carrying a lace. Cook halted the mill and ordered Ruth and Sarah to untie us for a rest, sitting down on a bench, I rubbed my sore wrists, Nerfina sat down beside me, rubbing her own wrists. By now, Shoova had spread Kira between two heavy set, upright posts in the clearing near the ovens. Kira was a good looking young girl, her dark hair fluttering in the breeze. In the custom of the Berber dancers, her cleft was bare. Shoova had tied her ankles to the base of the wooden posts drawing her spread eagle. Shoova glistened with oil that had been applied to ward off the harsh effects of the sun, and she motioned for Ruth and Sarah to oil up Kira. Looking at cook, Shoova shook lose the bouncy wire lace. Cook announced that Kira due to her insolence would be laced and displayed on a prong as an example to other mouthy sluts. Following this lesson as further punishment, she would tend the fires at the ovens and would remain naked the prescribed number of days corresponding to the number of lashes with the lace that she'd received. Kira struggled and spit curses at the cook and everyone present. You know, I was really surprised at how attractive she looked naked, she has nice curves, round hips and a glorious ass. Her breasts were kind of smallish, but quite well formed, and she had remarkable nipples that stood proud and erect. I enjoyed looking at her bare clit between the lips of her sex, I think I could have just bit it right off! Cook nodded at Shoova to begin, she tested its heft, and took a firm stand, her back stroke made it hiss through the air. It landed wetly as it was suppose to, on the side curve of Kira's right breast snaking across her nipples and finishing on the left side curve of her twin mounds. Even I winced a bit and cupped my own breasts, but Kira just shuddered a little. Honey, this girl was strong to take a stroke like that delivered by a woman of that size; another stroke similar to the first made her shudder again and give a quick shake of her head. Cook held up her hand for Shoova to stop, she whispered something into her, and Shoova's eyes focused on me, and she nodded. Shoova motioned for me to approach her, scared like hell, I stood up and walked toward her. She told me cook wanted me to lace Kira, I smiled nodding that I would, and I really wanted to dish it out to this kitchen slut for whipping me. Taking up a position, naked as prescribed, I swung the lace landing a stinger around Kira's nudity, her head tossed and a quick intake of air between her clenched teeth was her only reaction to my stroke. I was disappointed, but the next one was a classic so I was told by all, you know that perky little bit of girl thing peeking out from between the bare lips of her cleft that I'd told you about, well I landed that lace squarely on to it. I figured that had it been possible to unearth the two heavy posts which held Kira securely spread eagle, I'm sure she would have. A couple of girls nearby swore the ground shook as Kira pulled against her ropes, she tried so hard to protect that sensitive little thing-a-ma-gummy between her legs, as she liked called it. Gretchen, I swear I'd caught that button of hers full on, with the tip of the lace making a curious wet kind of sound that was something like the sound of water being struck by a switch. That girl howled, as I'd finally broken the bitch, Jupiter I was so happy that I gave her another scorcher across her nipples right back, and she howled again. I was in seventh heaven, with two more which I quickly applied to her nipples, by the gods, this girl bucked like a mare in heat. I had her howling like a bitch with a nettle bush stuck to her cunt, oh Gretchen I was in heaven. Getting quite creative, I fairly roasted her clit again with a real hard one! She started writhing so hard from my whipping that the ropes began to fray, you know that I got so caught up with punishing her on the nipples and clit that cook had to have Shoova stop me so that the poor naked slut could breath. I waxed her so hot, that her loins were just as streaked as her breasts! Oh, her breasts got a bigger share than mine did, believe you me, Gretchen, that lace is by far more fun to give than to receive...”
“What a story, Lira! Oops, I'd better be going, I've been quite caught up with your tale...”
“It has been nice chatting with you and I am sorry as I have been doing most of the talking...”
“Oh, no bother, really. I found that a fascinating tale.”
“When is your baby due?”
“I'm not sure really, I think some time around the Ides of March...”
“Ho! Well, do mind yourself...”
“I will, but tell me, what ever happened to Kira?”
Lira giggled, “She took my place for a couple of hours at the mill. In fact, she put another girl, a brown hared slut by the name of Viola and her to work until mid afternoon. Shoova, Nerfina, and I were their overseers. The three hours that Kira and Viola worked were the hours of the most intense Sun. Nerfina and I finished the last hour under cooks supervision, it was a little bit cooler then. You know, honey, the most awful thing about the lace from what I learned of it, was being forced to display yourself sporting those lash marks. When we left a couple of days later, Master led me to the ship wearing only my collar and leash. I was embarrassed by the marks, as everyone stared at me. Each one giving me a look of knowing that I was being punished for being a bad girl to my Master. We stopped for a moment by one of the street vendors, Master tied my leash to a column. Going inside, he left me there all exposed. A young Egyptian man, approached me and looked me over carefully. I think he was a male easy-boy, but he traced my marks and made soft coos and ooos at them. All he had on was a thin loin cloth, which was appropriate considering the heat, he poked me here and there, then using his finger he poked me gently, but firmly between the lips of my sex, hitting my clit square on. Well, Gretchen, in front of the crowd, I just had a jewel of an orgasm. I mean I bubbled between my legs, and it was wonderful. Master punished me good that night in his cabin. Well, as for the girls Viola and Kira, whither they wanted to sweat or not, sweat was what they got, and that couldn't have happened to a better pair...” Lira smiled at Gretchen.
Gretchen turned to go in time to hear her Master calling, “Gretchen, come here. Bring Lira with you...”