Ashbod

Flavious was on his way to his bedchamber for the evening with a freshly nettled Mona in tow. He'd fastened a collar onto her and was leading her by a leash. Entering, his eyes gazed upon Lustina who was dramatically disposed on the bar. Nude, her arms had been spread above her head to a special trapeze bar, while her legs are equally drawn spread to each side with cuffs and chains; made to ride the bar for two punishing hours as an attitude adjustment. The brazen exposure revealed her bald cleft resting fully on the bar's shinny, finger thick length. Flavious enjoyed playing with these big-breasted slave girls by making them sit on the bar. Sometimes, though, they'd get to smart ass for their own good so the bar would make this one 'think' for a while. Sitting with her back to him as he entered, she shuddered visibly with another orgasm. In her position, an orgasm meant her clit would become more sensitive to her pressing body weight. He could see her large breasts bulging on either side of the rippling muscles of her defined back. They swayed noticeably as she pulled and tugged at her bondage. Mona didn't mind this little white cunt, brunettes and brownettes with dark suntans could almost pass as light skinned Nubians, unless they had light colored, blue or green eyes. Sometimes, their nipples would tan as dark as their skin which is another trait of white women. It was blondes that Mona really didn't like. Flavious motioned to Mona to go over to the bar speaking, “Lustina, your time is almost up. I'll let you down and Mona here will take your place. I want you to remain here and observe Mona because she is to endure the bar 'bare' style, do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“The next time you smart mouth me, girl, you'll find yourself roasting on this thing in the hot afternoon Sun. And, you'll get a wet thong whipping across those large breasts of yours, which you seem quite proud of.”
“O-O-Oh, M-M-Master...”
“Another orgasm?” Flavious raised his brows.
“Umm...” Lustina quivered, glistening in the evening torchlight.
“The idea of roasting out there on this and a wet thong whipping makes you hot does it?” Flavious had a note of anger in his voice.
“Oh - Oh - OH! Master! AH! AH! I-I-I'm not sure, I- Oh, please, Master, sir, I-I-I can't think right now...” Lustina was obviously in the grip of another orgasm. Flavious nodded to Mona to get him his single thong whip, her head bobbed in obedience. Returning in only a moment, she handed it too her Master. Lustina still quivered and gasped as she tried to quickly recover from her last orgasm. Master Flavious loosened the whip on the polished marble floor, sending it on a journey to coil itself about her undulating breasts. It found the two nipples hard, inviting and ready. What his slave girls hated the most about his single thong whip was its ability to cling to sweaty or oily skin. At times it seemed like it didn't want to let go and this was one of those times. Flavious gave a little jerk on the whip, but it stuck across her breasts, hiding her nipples behind a one-inch wide single strip of leather. It's coarse side chaffing the tips of her large suntan nipples. He gave it a second yank to pull it free, this one made her large breasts swayed from side to side. Lustina tossed her head back, taking in a breath and let out a muffled sigh, “A-A-AAA-AH!” All the while she vocalized her pain, her wrists and ankles pulled against their bondage. More strokes produced similar sets of actions on the girl's part, with struggles, gasps, yanks and pulls, swaying breasts and throbbing orgasms. Mona winced each time the whip slithered across Lustina's firm mounds and in its wake there always seemed to be a red zebra like stripe to serve as a faint reminded of the whip's power. Lustina sweated and protested each stroke, but in all it was her lot to receive only twenty. Most of them leading her into an orgasm and judging from her gasps and moans, it was safe to conclude that she had at least twenty orgasms.
Master Flavious' definition of 'bare' means that a slave must endure whatever caprice being dealt to her unbound and undressed period. For Mona, this would mean setting for two hours on the bar and for her with a freshly nettled quim.
“Lustina you will count Mona's orgasms using the stones from the red vessel into the white, that means for each one she has, you will put a red stone from the red vessel into the white vessel, understand?” Flavious fondled her freshly whipped breasts as he commanded her.
“Yes, Master.” Lustina savored the attention he was giving her.
“Now, I want you both to listen to this carefully; Lustina, you will observe that Mona maintains her arms either outstretched or behind her head. Under no circumstances is she to touch the bar, her breasts or anywhere else except the back of her head or air. Her sex and only her sex is allowed to make full contact with the bar. She may have her legs and feet outstretched or dangle free without touching anything else and that goes especially for the floor. It is permissible for her to wiggle her toes. If she should violate these orders you are to come and get me or call me. I will be watching you both from time to time so don't try to keep anything from me, either of you! Do you both understand?”
“Perfectly, Master...” Mona nodded closing her eyes at the same time. “Yes, I do, Master.” Lustina gave another quick nod.
“Very well then, failure on either of these parts will mean a wet thong whipping and more time on the bar for each of you, with some of it being 'bare' on it together. Now, I will use this lamp as the gage of time. Enough oil has been put in it to allow for the amount of time you will spend on the bar, Mona. When it has burned out, I will remove you and you must remain on it, 'bare' as agreed. I will allow you the mercy of orgasms without having to ask for my permission. As I mentioned earlier you are not allowed to touch yourself other than behind your head or neck. Do not cross your ankles or touch anything with your feet. At first, I expect you to set with both your arms and legs outstretched as if you were bound. To help you get settled in I will attach Ampalla stones to your nipples. Then at some point I'll return to see if your nipples are as strong as you claim. A test of your Nubian pride, so to speak. To remind you again, do not touch your nipples. They are allowed to be touched only by myself, a whip, the Ampalla stones, a switch or air itself. Any violation of my orders, besides the thonging, we start over adding a half-hour to your time. I think that covers it.” Mona bowed her head in submission.
Flavious looked at the bar and put his finger on it, quickly snapping his fingers, “Lustina, for the god's sake last time, clean up after yourself. This bar needs to be shinny and bright and not covered with your female juices.” Quickly, Lustina cleaned up her mess and together with Flavious they helped Mona up and onto the bar. Flavious parted the nettle-swollen lips of her sex, exposing her clit, while she stepping over onto the footstool. Mona oh so gingerly lowered herself down to straddle the bar. Its shinny hard surface making contact directly on her nettle burned clit; it looked quite raw resting on the shinny metal. Flavious let go of her neither lips allowing them to settled on either side of the bar. He then nodded to her to lift her feet off the stool so that he could remove it and extended herself to an outstretched position. It looked like the one he'd seen Lustina bound in earlier, only of course, Mona was not bound. Any of the girls Flavious had placed on this thing, the first few minutes were not too uncomfortable and in fact it seemed quite tolerable indeed. The usual reaction for a first time girl was, “Why all the fuss?”
Lustina got the stones to count Mona's orgasms while Flavious lit the lamp, which burned a steady bluish red flame. He looped and hung the Ampalla stones on her nipples making them bend over in a sagging pout, and everyone was getting into the next couple of hours. Flavious looked over to see his Mona in her unbound spread eagle with only her sex resting on the shinny bar. Sitting with her back to him and he could see the gentle sway of her breasts caused mostly by the stones as she adjusted herself. A ridged nipple sporting its stone adornment occasionally popped into view now and then while she twisted a bit this way or that. He went around to view the front of his ebony slave girl perched all 'bare' on the bar and it was plain to see that she was beginning to settle in. At first, her wrists moved a bit and her fists opened and closed slightly. Toes that wiggled independently of the slow rotation of her ankles pointed with a yearning hunger for the floor. With her eyes closed, she strained to hold her position. It was time he told himself, that the hurting part was growing near. Flavious went over and stroked Lustina's hair, then he went to Mona and removed the stones.
An eternity seemed to pass it was in the first few minutes that Mona started taking in breaths and holding them, causing her breasts to heave and shudder. She forgot for just a few seconds the rule about not touching the bar or her breasts. Using her right hand she made a quick adjustment of her sex on the bar. Just as quickly she put her arm back out and then brought them both behind her head. Her legs dangled now to each side. The two large toes on her left foot gripped the lower brace of the device just a second or two then fell back to a dangle.
“Violation!” Flavious was ready to forgive the quick adjustment as it may have been all she needed to continue for the two hours; “The toes on the brace, I warned you, no slack. Didn't you see that, Lustina?”
She shook her head, “No Master, I didn't. I swear I didn't!”
He strolled over to the cabinet where he stored his toys, taking a switch out of it. He whisked it in the air, 'WHIT' once, 'WHIT' twice. “Arms and legs back out Mona. Quickly! Your feet are just too busy and you must be reminded.”
Mona started to sweat in earnest, “But, Master, I-I...” Her breasts undulating provocatively.
Flavious shook his finger at her, “You forget to easily and you know my rule about 'buts'...”
The punishment for this minor violation was three quick strokes to her nipples, square on target, in an unbelievable score. Mona found the voice to protest, “OW! AAA! A-AH!” Followed by swaying breasts, swelling nipples and heaving chests. “Please, Master...”
Flavious wiped his brow, “You will maintain your position until I give you permission to relax. It'll be this or I will add another half hour to your time?”
“I'll hold it like this, Master. Oh, my nipples burn so.”
Flavious started a cruel game with her, “On my nipples, you say?”
“No, Ma-Master...” Mona rolled her eyes, she didn't want to play.
It made no difference to him, she would play like it or not, so again he directed the wand to fall three times scoring direct hits on her hard buds. He swore he could feel a vibration up the handle of the switch. Mona's breasts bounced up and down as she wailed, “O-O-OW! OH! AAA!” She rocked and twisted on the bar and this did not do her sex any good at all.
“I think she's ready for the 'large' stones, don't you, Lustina?” Flavious' cock was swelling.
“Master?” She really didn't think so.
“Yes, Lustina go and get me the Ampalla stones and the leather loops this time.”
It took only a few moments to fit them in place mostly due to the erect condition of her nipples. Her breasts sagged a bit more under the added weight of the large stones, which made her breasts bob independently of each other, instead of a more uniform direction as before. The nipples bent noticeably with the steady pulling of the Ampallas. These large Ampallas were polished river stones about twice the size of a woman's fist. Wrapped in stretched gazelle hide with a looped string of leopard pizzel, which fitted over the woman's erect nipple and gripped tight. In the tribes of Nubia, traditional stones were the size of the woman's fist and she would wear them as punishment. That in tribal marriages the husband would receive a pair of these as a part of his bride's dowry.
About an hour had passed while Mona simmered through more than a dozen orgasms. Each time she had one, Flavious could hear a tinkle as Lustina dropped another stone into the vase. Lustina then told Flavious that Mona had brought her hands down to her nipples and quickly remembering her orders moved them behind her head. I was a good thing she'd told her Master, as Flavious saw Mona commit the forbidden action. As promised, had Lustina let it slide, it would be her nipples paying the fiddler. Master Flavious had promised her a wet thong whipping on her breasts had she failed in her duty.
It was while Flavious strummed Mona's nipples and Lustina was sucking his cock that Carlos had knocked for an audience. Entering he saw an unbound Mona with her wrists crossed behind her neck, ankles spread wide and Lustina drubbing her nipples with a lath. This was most definitely not to Mona's liking as her entire body jerked and shuddered each time Lustina struck it across her hard nipples which from the looks of them, were by far too red and swollen to be anything but hurting. Mona's shuddering jerks certainly weren't doing her bare cleft any good. It was difficult to determine whither the lath falling across her nipples or the hard bar against her clitoris had made her twitch the most. More than likely it'd been both of these actions.
Flavious seemed annoyed at the intrusion while Lustina was doing such a good job, “What is it, Carlos? Can't you see I'm busy?”
“The Galley arrived today as you know, sir, and I've taken care of the new arrivals as usual. Do you recall the two new girls, Gretchen and Felina?”
Flavious stopped Lustina's action with a yank on her hair, “What about them?”
Carlos felt uneasy at the interruption; “I caught them at it, Master.”
Flavious resumed her action by pulling on her hair for her to continue the sucking action, “At it?”
“Yes, sir. Right in front of the rest of the girls, Felina had Gretchen on her knees holding the girl's head making her gam her right there and then!
The little blonde slut had her arms around gripping Felina's thighs. Sliding her tongue in and out of Felina's bare sex.”
Flavious once again yanked Lustina's action to a stop, “Where are they now?”
Carlos tossed his thumb over his shoulder, “Just outside the door. Pitus is watching them. I put them on struts and spreaders. Oh, I brought you another of the new blondes. I think Gretchen had been doing a gam job on her as well and she looked quite satisfied, Master.”
Flavious shoved Lustina away and picked up his robe motioning Lustina to pick up the lath and continue on Mona's nipples. He tied his robe as he called out, “Bring them in!”
A small ruckus occurred as the three were ushered in. Lustina continued Mona's switching at Flavious' order, a moan hinted that she must have had another orgasm. Mona was sweating noticeably and Lustina stole a look at the three being brought in. She recognized Felina as they had arrived together the week before. She smiled at her and Felina smiled back. Gretchen bowed her head to the floor, her honey brown skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. She had three red welts across her back at odd angles to each other, no broken skin. Flavious looked at the other blonde, a dirty new arrival, with her breasts grotesquely bound between two small rods, looked up at him with snot dripping from her nose; “What is your name girl?”
She paused looking at him as if she didn't understand and replied with a hoarse voice, “Ashbod.”
Carlos snaked his thong across her back, leaving a red welt in its wake. She twisted a bit and choked out a hissing gasp, looking back over her shoulder with an angry look. Carlos uncoiled his whip again and with a threat, “Call him Master, girl!” The girl coughed and snorted at him and he raised his whip to strike again, she cringed.
Flavious held up his hand and stopped him, “It's okay, Carlos, thanks.”
Ashbod was a rangy dirt blonde with a few wrinkles, a large mouth and her eyes a deep blue. It was obvious she carried a few years over the other two. Like many blondes her skin had turned a deep bronze color. Likely as not from spending long years naked and exposed to the hot Roman sun. Saggy breasted, she did have the nicest finger long nipples that he'd ever seen still intact on a woman of her years. She also bore several thin but older red lines from some kind of whipping apparently all over her except from the neck down to her ankles.
Flavious studied her commenting, “She's not as young as these two, Carlos.”
“No, Master, she's a come along with this last batch. It seems her former Master grew tired of her after she'd made a few escape attempts. If you'll notice...”
Ashbod interrupted him, “He had me wisped he did, after sunned me first for ten hours, the old bastard! Then he put me on the pile and had those two black holes of his stone pop me. Hurt somthin' awful it did now powasir!”
Flavious cocked his head to one side, “What's she talking about?”
Carlos shrugged his shoulders, “I don't know, Master, but I think she an Englander, because she's been babbling on about the wisp and being sunned and the pile thing, really I can't figure it out. In all that do, sir, I think she's touched in the head if you ask me.”
Flavious saw problems coming, “Did we pay for this?”
Carlos shook his head, “Oh no, sir, Hestus tossed her in with the lot, totally free of charge. We got the twenty six you ordered and this one as a bonus, so to speak.”
Flavious breathed a sigh of relief, “If I'd have thought I'd paid for this one, believe me some heads would roll! She's completely gone as far as I'm concerned. Crucify her for amusement, and have the other two girled and flogged with tathern strips then make them walk the ribbon.” Flavious motioned with a flick of his wrist. Carlos with Pitus' help grabbed them and started to heard them out when Lustina spoke up.
“Master?” Lustina spoke respectfully kneeling.
“Lustina, did Mona fail again?” Flavious walked toward his Nubian still suffering on the bar.
“No, Master, Mona is doing fine. I know what she is saying, this one called Ashbod.” Lustina offered.
“You do? Then let me in on it, after all I just own her and you too!” Flavious was getting a bit angry.
“Master, sorry, sir...” Lustina wondered if she would be in for a punishment for her words.
“Okay, enough with the displacements, tell me.” He was beginning to lose his patients with them both.
“I remember her from my first auction three years ago. She's really quite attractive under all that dirt as I remember and it's obvious to me that she's had some abuse.”
Flavious held up his hand to Carlos and Pitus to wait a moment. They halted as he glared down at her kneeling form; “Lustina, let me coax you along a bit, if you don't get to the point, you might find yourself back on that bar after I've given you a sound whipping with the thong. Now, do you get my 'obvious' point?”
“Yes, Master, I was coming to it.” Lustina nodded.
“Good, I'd like that and I'm sure Carlos would, too, wouldn't you Carlos?” Flavious pointed out.
Carlos folded his massive arms across his chest, “Yes indeed, Master!”
Lustina got the hint, “Well, we were both sold to a hidesman and his wife. It turns out the couple had lost a couple of slaves to the gruid. A few months later, with no more disease about he purchased us. His wife liked me as she had a fondness for large breasted slave girls and he took Ashbod out to put her to work skinnin and processing the hides. Ashbod was a lot prettier then, well on the way to the drying racks, he forced her over a barrel and took her from the rear and finally finished by fucking her in the ass.”
Flavious could see this was going to be a long story, “Is wisping a new term for fucking, Lustina?”
She shook her head, “No, sir.”
Flavious smiled at the rest of them, “Good, I was beginning to wonder.”
“Well, sir, if I may.” Lustina looked up at her Master.
“Oh, believe me, you may?” He looked at Carlos and made a 'she's digging herself a hole' sign. Carlos smiled and nodded.
“Anyway, he fucked her good and hard, afterwards he left her with a black female overseer whose name was Biskette.” Flavious sat down and leaned his head over resting his arm on a nearby bench. He started to nod off to sleep at the girl's boring story. “She really abused Ashbod a lot, didn't she honey?” Ashbod looked at Lustina swallowed hard and nodded slowly, even she was bewildered by Lustina's story.
Flavious looked at Carlos, “You know Carlos, I'll just bet Biskette abused Ashbod here a lot. Wouldn't you say so Ashbod?” Ashbod now looked at her Master, nodding even slower. Giving him a look like it wasn't her fault this girl's so stupid. He smiled back with an understanding smile. Lustina kept chattering so much and not listening, it was easy for her to conclude, “So, Master, that's all of it.”
“That's all of it, Carlos, that's absolutely all of it. Let me see now geewiz, I just wonder what those red streaks are for?” Flavious traced the marks on her body as he made his snide remark.
Lustina jumped in again, without thinking, “Oh Master, those are the marks from where she's been wisped!”
“Carlos we're back to wisped again.” Flavious was obviously beside himself with anger. It was late and he was getting tired and really wanted to get on with it.
Carlos took Lustina's arm, “Master, shall I give her a thonging tonight?”
Flavious waived his hand once, “No Carlos, tomorrow out on the verandah will do. In fact, let her have a while to think about it on the bar with a bit of sun to roast her thoughts, she can endure the thong then. Besides, it'll give Mona something to do while she recovers.”
Carlos nodded letting go of her arm just as Flavious put up one finger, another thought, “Oh, I just have to ask this one thing of Ashbod. Girl, what is a wisping, being sunned, put on the pile and stone popped by black holes? Go ahead and tell me, I promise I won't flinch, just be brief and give me the facts. Believe me, it'll go much easier on you.”
Ashbod cleared her throat, “Master, well the story this one told is true.”
Flavious raised a cautious finger, “Ashbod, I know it is, just answer what I asked for, okay?”
Again, she cleared her throat and replied, “Master, a wisping is a whipping with a whip that the other slaves called a 'will-o-th-wisp'.”
Flavious started to ask what a 'will-o-th-wisp' was, but Ashbod just kept right on talking. He raised his left hand as if to say, 'oh, that's okay, don't let me interrupt you.'
“Biskette,” Ashbod was on a roll, “said that it came from Africa that's all that I know. It consists of a handle about a foot long. Fitted with three incredibly supple wire thin thongs. More like switches covered with a coating of some such thing. Biskette likes to use this thing on a slave girl who's been 'sunned' for a while, usually about ten hours or so. You know, sir, I probably should explain 'sunnin' as it is mostly a 'Lander term.” By this time, Flavious was reclined on his sofa, out of sight to everyone except Mona. When Ashbod made this comment, he just raised up his arm and pointed his hand up forming a 'okay' sign with his thumb and forefinger closed. Flavious raised up looked at her then over at Carlos; “By George she's got it! I wonder, do you think it'll rain in Spain any time this year?”
Ashbod rolled her eyes up a second, “Yes, sir, well 'sunnin' in 'Lander talk means that a slave is usually bound spread eagle or in other various ways, getting sunburned everywhere. In the late afternoon or early evening, like around a camp or bon-fire, the slave is strung up ready for the wisp. There's never a doubt that she'll feel it being bare naked for this whipping'. Biskette gets a couple of strums or whoever is handy, to give the wisping, her rule was that they must do the whipping naked, too. This `will-o-th-wisp is just awful. It wraps and coils about a girl's sensitive skin. Leaving red streaks and welts that sometimes take weeks to heal. I remember the thing coiling about my nipples, which are quite large aren't they Master?” Ashbod smiles looking down at her finger length red lengths dancing about as she shuffles her weight in her kneeling position. Flavious looked at them and smiled, “They are your more noticeable feature my dear girl.” It was the word 'strums' that Flavious was puzzled about, but then what did that matter. Why interrupt a slave girl on a roll? He decided to let her continue and if that term didn't slip too far into obscurity, why then he'd ask anew. He waived his hand for her to continue her story.
Ashbod began again, “They'd send that thing in a scorching swipe across my bare breasts. Allowing it to coil around and yank on my nipples. It hurt something awful, Master, and besides I was real sunburned and she let her two black hole whelps really flay away on me.”
Flavious held up his hand in an immediate halt, “Black hole whelps? I gotta hear about these!” He murmured.
Ashbod smiled, “Oh yes, Sir, Biskette's two waif slim daughters, twins actually. A couple of up to no good brats old enough mind you, with the largest black ass holes you'd ever want to see, Master!”
Flavious slaps his leg with a big smile on his face, “THAT'S IT! Ass holes! Black holes! I knew it must have had something to do with the anus! Ever hear that one before, Carlos? Waif slim daughters with large black ass 'holes'...”
Carlos stirred and made a subtle snore of a snort, was he dozing a bit? Smiling a large smile, “No, Master, for sure. Never heard of black holes, finally makes sense though, ass holes, black holes.”
Flavious glanced at him as if to ask if he was all right, but shrugged, “Me either, go on girl.”
Ashbod looked directly at Carlos as she spoke, “Well, they slithered those things...”
Flavious halted her, “Wait, let me interrupt here and I'll let you go on, you're telling a good story. How do you know they had large ass holes?”
Ashbod gave a slight shrug in her bondage, “Oh, Master, it was easy. You could see them between their cheeks. They were born with round, but well spaced asses. Peeking out between the cheeks, so to speak, sir, were their large black puckered bungs. I was told they'd spent the year before as butt slaves for a Persian prince. Riding on pegs that were at least two inches wide, but I never saw that, to be sure.”
“Too be sure, go on...” Flavious smiled at Carlos. He smiled back and gave his head a slight cock to one side. Waiving his hand rapidly, “Go on, oh how silly of me not to ask, did you come?”
“Oh, Master, I-I-I'm not sure I can answer.” Ashbod's cheeks began to get pink.
“Yes you can girl, unless you want me to start whipping you right now to see if you do?” Flavious suddenly got a bit more serious.
Ashbod took the hint, “Oh, Master, I came and came, sir. Yes, I am a slut to the whip, sir.” She gave a slight blush as she lowered her deep blue eyes.
Leaning back, Flavious asked as he looked at his nails, “How many times?”
Ashbod's quivered slightly, “Oh, Master, I lost count, really...”
Flavious looked over at Mona, sweating on the bar as he commented to Ashbod, “I believe you.”
Picking up on her story, she continued, “It was then that Biskette ordered me taken to her hut for the night where I was bound spread eagle to her sleeping mat. You know, sir, she didn't Gam me at all!” Flavious raised his brows at this comment. “But she rubbed her sex into mine almost all night. Literally fucked me in the same motions that a man would do. I have to admit that I came when she did this.”
Flavious looked at Carlos shaking his head in complete amazement, “Is there more?”
Ashbod nodded, “A little, Master.”
“There's more, Carlos, how could I have guessed? Okay, proceed.” Flavious waived his hand again and this time felt his wrist, had he waived it too much tonight?
She picked up the story, “Biskette didn't like blondes that was pretty obvious, because the next day she took me out to the stone pile…” Flavious mouthed but didn't say anything the words, 'stone pile.' He nodded. “Yes, the stone pile. Oh, Carlos, what could ever be the stone pile?”
Carlos replied with just a hint of snidest to his voice, “A pile of stones, Master?”
“Carlos, don't press your luck, okay?” Flavious forgave his comment, probably just the hour, he looked back at the girl, “Now, Ashbod, in your definition just what is an stone pile?”
The girl went on, “By the racks where the hides are dried there is a large pile of round heavy stones, mostly white. I know they get awfully hot when they've been in the Sun for a while. At any rate she tossed me down onto the pile and motioned for her two whelps to come over and maw over my tits. Using the stones, they rolled them this way and that over my titties.”
Flavious asked, “Were you bound?”
She continued, “Oh, yes sir, staked out just as naked as the day I was born spread eagle facing the sun. It hurt a lot because I was already so damned sunburned from the day before.”
Rubbing his chin, Flavious started to comment, “It sounds like you were quite raw...”
Ashbod interrupted him, “Oh, Master, yes I was raw naked and I do mean there was nothing between my skin and the blistering sun but air.”
Flavious was getting tired but he struggled along with her story, “But air... okay, I understand you were totally naked and then?”
She jumped at his cue, “Biskette did tell her girls to go get the HeMe oil and cover me with it. She really didn't want me baked to a crisp. The girl's actually covered themselves with the oil then rolled around on me using their nude bodies to rub the oil onto me with.”
Flavious smiled at Carlos, “You must have drank it in, really...”
She shook her head, “Oh, no Master, they just rubbed it all over me. Using their breasts, nipples, arms, hands, legs, thighs, asses, backs, sex, any part of their bodies that they could rub me with...”
Flavious looked at Carlos, then back at Ashbod. He had a look of 'did something just slip by me or what' on his face? “Don't tell me, Ashbod, you didn't drink it in, did you?”
She paid not attention to his comment, it was obvious, “When they put the oil on me, they really fondled me hard squeezing my breasts, all my muscles, my sex, my belly, and thighs.”
Flavious noted, “It sounds like they kneaded you good.”
She blinked, “That's right, Master, my knees too! How'd you know? Oh, they really wanted me...”
“Just a lucky guess...” Flavious wrinkled up his nose.
Shaking her dirty blonde hair, “I wasn't a guest, Master. They actually worked me over, rough like.”
“Roughly right?” Flavious nodded.
“No mostly all over, you know my breasts, sex, the...”
He interrupted her, “Ashbod?”
She looked at him, “Hum, Master?”
He drummed his fingers on the sofa, “Finish please.”
Ashbod nodded, “Yes, Master. Anyway, as I was saying, they rolled some heavy stones over my breasts and belly. They made my tits hurt a lot! Biskette got mad because she'd ordered her two pucker bungs to give me a popping.”
Snapping his fingers, “Pucker bungs and a popping? Here it finally comes Carlos...”
She continued, “They turned me over and re-tied me so that my tits had been bound resting on two heavy stones. Pressing my chest into them, they took out two sticks with a couple of stones fixed into tips. Remarkably supple, they'd bring those stones down against my little pink ass hole until it became black and blue and oh I howled and wailed. They said I sounded like a fornicating female dog in heat.”
Flavious nodded a break through at last, “A real fucking bitch in heat!”
Ashbod smiled stupidly, “I guess you could say that too.”
“You know something Carlos?” Flavious noted.
“No, sir.” He shook his head.
“I could have this one go around to the guests telling her story just for laughs, what do you think?”
“Hum, Master... You may have something here...” Carlos raised his eyebrows.
“I know, we'll call her a female stand-up comic!”
Ashbod scratched her head, “Master... I know my tits are kind of saggy, but I plan to work on building them back up! One other thing, Master?”
Flavious listened, “What Ashbod? Don't spare me any details, please.”
“Will I be whipped a lot?”
Flavious looked surprised, “Why?”
She lowered her head, “Oh, just because...”
He was astonished at this request, “Ashbod! Just because what?”
She looked back with desire in her eyes, “I'm just a blonde slave slut who likes to cum under the whip. Master, would you like to see me cum under the whip?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Sure why not?”
“I can't think of any reasons why not, sir...” Ashbod replied.
Flavious looked at her, puzzled, “Carlos, lets accommodate this little bitch. Spread her wide over there. Open her up so that we can give her a good whipping. Lustina get me the thong and a jar of water, make it salt water...”
“Yes, Master.” Lustina hurried off.
Mona gave off another orgasmic sigh, just as the lamp had almost burned out. She'd sagged a bit on the bar and her legs now dangled down on each side. Occasionally a foot and some toes would wiggle and flex. Ashbod had been fixed in place standing, she painted a classical picture of an all over suntan blonde, naked and spread eagle. Her head turned so that she could look back over her shoulder. Waiting for her Master's first lash. Flavious walked up to her and began to fondle her breasts and nipples. Taking the finger length buds between his thumbs and forefingers, he pulled and turned them slightly. Ashbod whimpered and pulled slightly at her bonds.
Lustina brought him the thong, which had been placed in the container of salt water to soak. As she handed it to him she reminded him of Mona, “Master, as ordered, sir, Mona's time is completed and the lamp has just flickered out.
Still holding onto Ashbod's nipples, he looked at Lustina, “Good, I'll be there in a moment. Ashbod, when I get back I'd like to fuck your fine ass.” Ashbod gasped slightly as he released her nipples, “Oh, sir, yes, but wouldn't you like to whip me first?”