Water and Sun

“Marcus, my regrets, but we'll be arriving a day late at Flavious' Island, we're low on water rations and if by some chance we should hit a storm or something without the water reserves at least one quarter, we'd be dead in short order.” Hestus scratched his cheek.
Marcus was not happy about being at sea another day, but he hid his displeasure quite well, “You're right of course, Hestus, but where do you plan to get the water?”
“There's some on a nearby island, in fact, you can see it from here.” The men stood and went to the rail, where Hestus pointed it out in the distant mist. Marcus could barely see an outline of land, as he squinted in the general direction, “When we do get to this island, who'll fetch it?” he asked as he turned to face Hestus.
Hestus looked at him a few seconds, then back out to sea, “I'll have the galley slaves, cabin girls and some of the crewmen set up a relay.” He looked back at Marcus, “They'll have it on board in no time.” He smiled assuredly.
Marcus cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows, “That's good, I really do wish to get to Flavious' Island as soon as possible, you know the Emperor is due to arrive early, and I wouldn't want to be late.”
Hestus smiled again with understanding, but something else was on his mind, “Marcus, I need to discuss something with you...” His face went sober as Marcus perked up to listen, “There was an incident yesterday, that involved cook, Lira, and Gretchen. Cook told me that Gretchen chatted for a long while with Lira, and somehow, it ended up with a finger business...”
Marcus held up his hand, excuse me, “Finger business?” His eyes growing almost wide with surprise.
Hestus burped down a chuckle, “I'll get to it, Marcus, but first let me explain, Lira's the one you saw being whipped by cook, because of the dish thing yesterday morning. Evidently Gretchen and Lira started quite a chit-chat, and that only aggravated the problem that caused Gretchen to give cook the finger.” Hestus illustrated the finger business to Marcus, who nodded that he knew what the finger business meant; “Yes, and well, Marcus, cook is a problem as you know, but she puts together a great meal and all of us are fat and sassy as a result. I hope that I'm not out of place in telling you this..?”
“No, not at all.” Marcus gave Hestus a forced smile, wishing he'd get to the point.
“Well, anyway, Gretchen helped Lira down and tended to her marks, this was after cook had finished her whipping of course...”
Marcus wanting to get to the point, interrupted, “Hestus, if it went beyond my orders, Gretchen shall be punished, pregnant or not, is that what you're trying to tell me?”
Hestus nodded and cocked his head casually to one side, “I'm afraid it did, Marcus, for about two hours according to cook.”
Thinking he blurted out too much about punishing Gretchen he balked a little, “Well, she is pregnant you know..?”
Hestus sensing his hesitation quickly pointed out, “Marcus, you know as well as I do, that Gretchen is healthy enough to hang by her thumbs for a week! Now, I was thinking a few hours up there,” He pointed to the rigging that slanted upward to the main mast, “Spread out in the sun; with a little drubbing on her nipples followed by some clips, and maybe a nice poke it the ass by Eboneebus. I was looking at a lesson that'd make her think twice before starting a chit-chat with any of my girls, a simple lesson that's all.” Hestus was quite a salesman.
Marcus looked down at the water for a moment, then he shifted his look to Hestus as he put his tongue in his cheek, thinking about what to say next, “Hestus, did anyone ever tell you that you have a gift for persuasion?” Marcus shifted his hands about as if he was juggling a couple of books about. Hestus looked at sea and back at Marcus, shrugging his shoulders as he made a frown followed by a quick shake of his head. Marcus smiled back at him, “You've been just dying to watch that bare little bimbo of mine squirming in some devious bondage ever since I came on board, haven't you?” He pointed his finger at him.
Hestus looked at Marcus as if surprised at his words, gesturing to himself, he commented, “Who me? Well, I wouldn't do any such a thing...”
Marcus closed his eyes, patting Hestus on the shoulder, “Aw, common now, admit it, you would like to see her sweating and spread-eagled up there, now wouldn't you?” He looked at Hestus a moment and continued, “She's really quite a bundle, you know. Her skin is so bronzed from the sun, there's not a tan line on her. That blonde hair of hers is just radiates and when she sleeps with me at night, she snuggles those swollen titties of hers so close, the nipples feel like river stones just rock hard against me...” He heard Hestus clear his throat.
“Ahem, well, sure she's a wonder all right, but well...” Hestus just shook his head no and smiling at Marcus, he continued to deny anything of the sort, “That's not even true, Marcus and you know it. What makes you think that when I have such nymphs as Nita, Lira and the rest? You know full well, that Nita is no slouch when it comes to looks, that was why I gladly accepted her as a gift. Flavious wanted to use that manta tail on her then put her on a poll one time out by his pool. He said that she deserved it, having been born with such a sassy pair of breasts. Anyway, Marcus I just can't believe you said this of me about Gretchen, and even after I let you enjoy Nita and Adria with me the other night!” He looked at Marcus with a small grin on his face.
Marcus sighed, “All right, Hestus you win, but here how it'll go, she goes up for three hours maximum, your man Eboneebus, can drub her nipples with a lath, and put clips with Nubian naughty girl weights on them; she will only wear them a half hour, understand?” He was serious about it all.
Hestus had been leaning on the rail the entire time starring at Marcus, when he finished he swallowed and put an immediate grin on his face as he replied, “Perfectly.”
Marcus turned toward the sea again, and smiled to himself, wondering why he really liked this man.
Just some how, he knew he could trust him with anything. He heard Hestus clear his throat, “One more thing, what about her ass?”
Turning his head toward Hestus, Marcus saw him still leaning on the rail, with a big grin on his face. He narrowed his eyes at him, “Don't push your luck.” Hestus still stood there and smiled. Marcus smiled back changing the subject slightly as he turned to leaned back towards the rail, “You never told me it you let Flavious use that manta tail on her, did you?”
Hestus smiled deeper again as he lifted his chin up slightly, then looking out at sea a few second shaking his head in amazement as he spoke, “The little cunt took twenty from the thing, all oiled down with a killer of a sunburn. Frankly, I though he was going to skin her alive with it and I almost intervened, but you know what, all it did was turn her on even more.” He shifted back to look at Marcus, “Flavious had her spread between two posts, you know the ones near the big tree, by the pool?” Marcus nodded slowly, he knew the spot. “In as wide an 'X' as her body would permit. By the gods, he slither that thing around her so easy like, and the way she'd jerk about and holler like a scalded pig. Just to watch it, I thought that tail was just a toy; until it fell away, and I could see that vivid red welt it'd leave behind. After he'd finished saluting her with that thing, he unloaded himself in her then had Carlos do the same. Claiming that she needed to be lubricated up good for her ride on the prong, then the next thing I new, here was my Nita squirming around, impaled on a poll that had her about two feet off the ground. Her feet madly seeking the ground, as she struggled with her back arched on a strut; getting even more sunburned on her breasts as they bounced brazenly about during her struggles. Yes he did use it on her, Marcus, to answer your question.” Not looking up from the wake of the ship's oars, Hestus sucked in some snot from his nose, and spit it out on the ocean watching it float in the breeze a second or two then hit the water. Marcus heard the steady beat of the drum, keeping the women at the oars in rhythm, he just looked at Hestus a moment and blinked his eyes. Hestus smiled, not out of humor, “Obviously she recovered.”
The ends of Marcus' lips curled up just a little as he replied back, “Knowing Flavious like I do, I'm not surprised in the least.”
The wet thong uncoiled itself from Lira's well oiled breasts, making them quiver and glisten in the sun. She tossed her head back to let out a remorseful gasp, “AAA!” To herself, 'damn that stings' again the wet thong circled her glistening nudity, making her jerk at her bondage, rolling her head in a breathless wail, “AAA!” It slithered about her, expelling its force into the cleft of her sex, she shuddered a second, shaking her head as she squealed, “AAARRROOWW! No, by the gods, not there!” She looked back over her shoulder at Cobus, “Please, Cobus, not on my sex, oh please, please.”
Hestus held up his hand, for Cobus to hold a moment. He walked toward the earthy nude standing spread eagle for her whipping; he took a grip of her hair yanking her head back, “Maybe you'd prefer to walk the rope?”
Lira shuddered and licked her lips trying to form the right words, “N-no, Master, sorry Master, don't make me walk the rope, please, please; have me thonged anyway you wish, Master, please Master...”
Hestus released her hair and nodded towards Cobus, “Continue...”
A whirring slice of the thong peeled the late morning air as it wetly circled the girl again, leaving a red welt in its wake. Lira twisted and writhed in the grip of the ropes holding her arms up and outward. She yanked against the ones holding her legs wide apart; fastened to eyebolts secured in the heavy planks of the deck. All the while she gasped and protested her painful ordeal. Above her head, squirmed a freshly sunburned pregnant blonde as Eboneebus drubbed a steady tattoo on her erect nipples. She gasped and whinnied at the steady thumping the flat stick made against the ends of her breasts. He could feel their firmness with each stroke of the lath. Next to using his raspe on a girl, he found drubbing to be the closest best thing; not counting fucking them of course.
Hestus realized that his wish to view a belly swollen young blonde spread and baked bronze while her nipples were being drubbed was coming true. It was an even deeper realization of a fantasy of his, that in his imagination, a virtuous looking sweet blonde thing after having been abducted, stripped and repeatedly taken until her belly swelled up ripe and full. If that wasn't enough, how she could be made to suffer the further indignity of forced nudity and the added punishment of being drubbed with a whalebone switch on her sunburned nipples. Well, Marcus' angelic slave girl by appearance alone, would make his cock hard, and he was happy Marcus let him have it his way.
Eboneebus drubbed Gretchen's sun-darkened nipples just hard enough to make her struggle and sweat; compared to the wet thonging Lira was getting on the main deck, this thumping on her nipples seemed quite tame. Nonetheless, after a few minutes of that steady tattoo, Gretchen wailed a slave-girl's howl of repentance; all the while she twisted and writhed, unsuccessful in her efforts to falter his aim. Between the steady slapping rhythm of the wet thong Cobus was using on Lira, could be heard the faint wet slap of the polished whale bone switch on her swollen nipples; noticing that with each blow of the switch, her breasts would reveal a white streak where it'd struck. Gretchen twisting and crying, “AAA! Stop it, please... OH, MASTER PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!”
Eboneebus, turned Gretchen over, but before he did, he attached two clips with weights on them, which made her breasts swayed about and pull them in a most obscene manner. Right after he attached the weights, a little bit of white milk began to ooze out of Gretchen's swollen nipples, he licked it off with his tongue. This made her whimper slightly as he began to oil her over every inch of her body. He worked a large amount of oil around her ass-hole and using his middle finger, he easily slid it into her tight ass as she'd let out a gasp, “OH! Oh, please stop, it makes me want to pee!” With those words, Gretchen's little bare slit bloomed open while the knob of her clit swelled allowing an uncontrolled steady stream of piss that tinkled down onto the deck below, narrowly missing Cobus. Looking up he shook his fist, “HEY, up there you swollen tummy little slut! Watch where you dribble that stuff!”
Sliding his finger deeper into her ass, Gretchen writhed, tightening her firm ass cheeks, below Hestus nudged his friend, “It'll do her good, Marcus... Oh, take a look at Lira, Cobus has drawn her tighter. She's on her tip-toes now...” With those words, Cobus slithered the awful wet thong around, making it coil itself about Lira's swaying breasts; it landed with a wet THUCK sound. Twisting her head from side to side, Lira let out a forlorn, deep throated gasp, “AAA!” As the thong uncoiled itself, causing an immediate red welt to form in its wake. Before she could catch her breath, he snaked another one around her chest this time across both of her nipples. From her position, Gretchen looked down to see Lira tossing her head back to vocalizing another raspy gasp, “AAA!”
Cobus tossed the whip to the deck, undid his waist cloth and allowed his erect cock to bounce lazily about in the late morning Sun. Lira still gasping and shuddering from her whipping, heaved her chest making her hard nippled breasts quiver loosely about; with her bare slit glistening obscenely, she casually allowed her legs to drift apart. It was no effort for Cobus to slide himself into her, in fact it happened quite suddenly and enough to make her gasp in euphoric orgasm. He began to fuck her with firm deep strokes, Hestus quickly snapped an order to him to fuck her in the ass. Cobus nodded, withdrew his wet cock from her bare quim and slid it in with surprising ease up her tight bung hole. Lira nearly went mad with the combination pain and pleasure, as he steadily fucked her ass. Sometimes, he would pull and twist her nipples, making her shudder and roll her eyes for several minutes; his cock probing deep inside her bowels as he thrusted hard pumping his thick come deep into her girlish guts as she quaked in orgasm.
It was early afternoon, Marcus stood near the rail as Eboneebus and Cobus helping Gretchen down from the rigging. He took her into his arms as her feet touched the wooden deck, she shivered a bit, looking up into his eyes, he smiled, “Feel all right, slave girl?” he gently asked as he lifted her chin.
“Yes, Master, I'm still a bit shaky on my feet...” Gretchen replied with her head lowered, nervously she gave a small shiver in his arms. He held her close and with his chin on the top of her head, “It's time for you to apologize to cook over the finger business. I think she's aware of your punishment today, so tell her to blend a soothing oil for your sunburn, then go an lay down in our cabin, understand?”
She nodded understanding, “Yes, Master.”
The water loading went a lot slower than expected, as the sand was hot causing many of the girls to stumbled and spill several of the kegs. A firm whiplash found the bare back of a lazy slave girl, as Marcus watched from the shade of the divan. Hestus put the women to work, naked under the blistering Sun, not use to such harsh exposure from the oar deck below. They were close enough to the shore for the men to listen to the work being completed.
Just as Marcus started to say something to Hestus, two girl's spilled and broke two of the kegs. The women protested that the kegs fell because they have exceptionally large breasts caused by their work pulling the oars. The overseer looked at them and agreed, as these girls were very well endowed, but their excuse was ill given, as he immediately had them staked out on the beach; promising each of them a harsh lesson on stumbling when they returned to the ship.
Leaning against the rail watching and listening to Hestus bark orders passed the afternoon away differently. He looked at the two girls spread eagled on the sand, their heavy breasts popping up ridged nipples in passive supplication to the merciless Sun. Occasionally, a lazy girl caught a lick of rawhide full across her back, shoulders or bouncing bare breast making her groan or squeal in protest. Most of the girls either had their hair drawn into a pony tail or loosely tied with string or rawhide.
Just as Marcus started to chit-chat with Hestus, Cobus grabbed Nita, yanking her by the hair. She squealed in protest as he drug her over by the girls staked out on the beach. Evidently, she said or did something to piss him off as he had rawhide strap in his hand. She was shaking her head and pleading with him, as he motioned for her to stand still and put her hands behind her head and spread her legs, she did, but reluctantly. Marcus noticed this and tapped Hestus on the shoulder, “Take a look, Nita seems to have gotten into trouble already.”
Hestus looked to see his favorite girl standing in position to be disciplined by Cobus. He blinked a couple of times admiring to himself how the girl could make a deadman's cock get hard, especially when she stood in the slave open position, with her hands behind her head, chest out and legs spread. Noticing, he studied her dusky bronze skin already showing signs of her exposure to the intense sun; a burnt copper color spreading on the upper slopes of her breasts, shoulders and ass cheeks were evidence of this. Looking closer, he could see the same deepening tones appear on her thighs and the pooch softness of her mons, her nipples darkened enough to be clearly seen.
Cobus yanked back on her hair, which was loosely disheveled into a pony tail cascading down her back. He forced her to her knees, barking orders for her to cross her ankles behind her, telling her to keep that position. After he gave her a stern lecture about obedience, he told her she would be punished with a whipping on her bare breasts with the strap; she whimpered and begged, but it got her no where. She held the position he told her to get into; Marcus noticed her saucy beasts bouncing about as she settled down waiting for them to be strapped.
Nita knew in her mind that being whipped on the bare breasts was not an uncommon occurrence for female galley slaves; since most girls appeared quite well endowed from pulling on the oars which developed their pectoral muscles, making their breasts lift up quite nicely. Staring up into the cloudless blue sky, Nita shivered slightly in anticipation of the strap finding her ample breasts invitingly bare for its coarse touch. She could feel them swaying slightly, exciting the man holding the strap. How many times she thought to herself had a nude oar girl been drug upon deck only to be spread to full exposure and whipped across her bare breasts because it excited the Master. Oh, how often heard were the cries and moans of a naked girl under the strap, thong or braid. How often after the men finished with her was she brought back down to her task with a belly full of come and a pair of sore breasts. This thought raced through her mind, reality made its presence known with a fiery explosion of the strap across her bouncing breasts which opened her eyes as she screamed out, “AAA!”
On the ship, Marcus watched as the strap slapped Nita's breasts making them bounce about almost uncontrollably. After about five such whacks she grabbed her tits with both hands, Hestus nudged him as he commented, “You know the last time she did that, Cobus put a heavy beam across her shoulders, binding her arms outstretched along it.” Hestus and Marcus saw him do the very same thing almost as Hestus spoke about it, “There see what did I tell you, I thought she'd have learned her lesson by now?” In place Cobus continued using the strap on Nita's breasts until his arm grew tired. The two men could hear her wails and protests all the while, then looking they saw Cobus leave her to struggle to her feet. That beam was heavy and Nita staggered awkwardly back on board the ship's ramp. She was a vision of punished beauty, with her breasts swollen red and sore looking from the combination of Cobus' strap and their exposure to the intense sun.
A couple of other oar girls, Bambina and Cherry struggling with the heavy kegs of water, they whispered to one another as she staggered past them, “Cherry, one of these days, Nita will learn to keep her tits under control.” “Yeah, Bambina you're right, by tonight she'll have gotten another dose of the strap on them and the randy little slut will be dripping with come in the process.” Both girls nodded casually in agreement. Nita made her way to her Master, “Oh, please sir, I beg you take this heavy beam off my shoulders. It's so awfully humiliating to go about with it on. It leaves me so exposed...”
Hestus was displeased with her whimpering and it showed, “Exposed, exposed you say? Well, I'll demonstrate exposure for you, you little bitch cunt!” Hestus snapped his fingers at Lira who bowed her head to him, “Get a spreader and put it between this sorry cunt's ankles.” She bowed her head and immediately left for her task. His eyes focused on Nita, narrowed in, “You obscene twat, coming to me about having to finish out the day stumbling about with a beam across your shoulders. You have the audacity to call this humiliation...” Lira arrived with the spreader, Hestus motioned for her to put it between Nita's ankles. Lira completed her orders and Nita now stood in an shameful exposure that revealed every part of her female nudity. He appraised her revealing position and with his hand on his chin he barked further orders to Lira; “I want you to see to it that this little slut remains thus exposed on deck until sundown. After which, you will take her below to my cabin and give her breasts a dose of the lace. Afterwards, undo her from this rig and you may have girl sex with her, until I come to bed, understood?” Lira nodded and smiled at her Master's generosity; she knelt before him and kissed his hand. “Oh, one more thing,” He looked at Nita as he spoke, “Carry a strip of rawhide with you, if this little bitch gets out of line give her a few licks with it, remind her of her place.”
While Nita staggered about sprawl-legged and embarrassingly revealing her nakedness to everyone. Marcus continued his conversation with Hestus as they both watched the girls slowly load the ship's water barrels back on board, it looked like a hard grueling task, made even more grueling under the intense sun coupled with bare ass nakedness. In the distance, he could hear the wet slapping of leather against the sweaty skin of some naked girl being strapped, flogged or thonged. There was a distinct sound to the strap again as this time it struck Alonna's full breasts. It made a kind of hollow sound, like Cobus was using it on a couple of full wine bladders. “Hestus, we really must be getting on to Flavious' Island. As much as it stimulates me to watch those girls getting flogged, thonged and especially Alonna out there as Cobus wallops her breasts with that strap of his. Oooo, that's hot, you know, he's really popping her with it now, oh, ouch a oww, hisssup!?!” Marcus was almost hypnotized by it as Hestus looked for a second and adjusted his tunic.
“We'll be there by late morning Marcus, and look on the bright side, this'll give us another entertaining evening at sea, and aren't you sure you wouldn't like to play with the one Cobus is strapping now? How about the other one that Eboneebus has straddling the keg with her wrists bound to her ankles, while he takes a rope's end to those magnificent jugs of hers. Ah, Marcus, there's nothing like playing with a couple of big breasted oar girls fresh from punishment. I can tell you from experience they like to fuck hard after being spread on the sand like that; just take a look at how that one is arched over the barrel, in fact I can see the welts from here, look see um?”
“I guess one more evening won't matter...” Marcus smiled at Hestus, as he watched to see what was happening to the two girls on the beach.
Hestus smiled at the fact he was playing the host again, “The one on the right, is Alonna, I got her from an Egyptian merchant last year when I visited Luxor. Big tits on her hasn't she and notice how well they stand out on their own, pulling on the oars does it, I think. The other one is Respa, she's a hefty Syrian tramp I pick up on Cypress right after I got Alonna. I rescued her so to speak from a beating on the soles of her feet and a stone bruising on her nipples. I'd found her bound on top of a busty Nubian bitch, tit to tit, while a Minovian eunuch smacked their feet with a carpet beater. The way they wiggled about told me there was more to what was being done to them than met the eye. Anyway, it turned out the two of them had this little act in the local tavern where they would do breast battles with their wrists tied behind their backs. I guess one of the patrons was quite rich and lost a bundle betting on them, one against the other and so forth; well after the matches were over, the two would divide the winnings or losses as it be. When I found them not only were the soles of their feet paying for their little scam, but a couple of lime burrs had been placed between their tits. So that when they rolled around and pressed them together while being beaten on their feet, the burrs would bruise their nipples.”
Hestus cocked his head to one side raising his eyebrows. Marcus let his breath out as he shook his head and put his hand on Hestus' shoulder, “Hestus, only you could have told a tale like that one!”
“No, it's quite true and there's another story regarding Alonna, want to hear it?” Hestus was obviously anxious to tell it.
“Yeah, why not what else do I have to do?” Marcus gave a snicker.
“I'd just delivered a shipment of plumb wine for Cleopatra's palace, and after putting my share safely away, I decided to shop about for the afternoon. It was a hot day, about like today, and as I neared the market square, I decided to go into the tavern for a beverage, and cool off. Just as I started to enter, on the other side of a nearby garden wall I heard a rod slice the air followed by a girl's squeal. With a burning curiosity, I tried to open the gate when someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked what I was doing. I told him that I heard a sound like a girl getting a beaten on the other side of the wall. He smiled and nodded, telling me that such sounds are all the time in Luxor and they really aren't any business of mine. After I'd explained why I wanted to see, he understood and opened the gate to let me into the garden. Sure enough there was this girl, Alonna, bare as a shelled nut, hanging up by her ankles while an equally bare Egyptian girl pelted her pussy with a slender rod. She twisted around in a slow circle with her arms flailing about squealing and begging the other girl to have mercy on her. Hanging from an overhang with wide spread ankles, she gave the girl a perfect target, for which the girl took full advantage of to deliver Alonna a cunt beating likes of which I hadn't seen in a long time. Looking closer, I could see where the girl definitely took advantage of Alonna's exposure. Her breasts must have received a few licks earlier as there were a few lines crossing the tips and nipples that were obviously placed their by the rod. Marcus, it was a grand site to see, with her body all glistening in the sun and hearing the rod slice the air slamming wetly into the cleft of her sex.” Hestus seemed pleased at having relayed this story.
“Hestus, if nothing else, you are the best story teller on the high seas.” Marcus loved his tales about slave girls, and it seemed that all of them had their own special one.
“Well, to continue, the Egyptian girl had stopped when she saw the tavern owner...”
“Was he angry with her? The Egyptian girl, I mean?” Marcus asked.
“Yes he was, because actually he'd ordered her to baste Alonna's butt with the rod, not her cunt or breasts. Alonna began to shiver from her beating and showed signs of getting sick; I helped him to let her down and as we did I asked him why he was punishing her. He said that a customer accused her of trying to steal his purse and Ulna, the Egyptian girl, said she saw Alonna make a move for it his purse. In the interest of discipline and justice, he allowed Ulna to punish her. Ulna, jumped in with a story about how she'd promised the customer because he'd asked that Alonna be pelted on her sex and breasts with a dose of the rod. That was of course a lie, but he was still very unhappy with Alonna ever since he purchased her from a tracker. Evidently she escaped from one of the stone quarries and judging from the faint marks on her back, I'd say she'd been well whipped for it in the past. Well I told him that I had an interest in her, and I offered him a small sum to take her off his hands. He agreed and well here she is.”
“Interesting story, Hestus again as usual, but what became of the Egyptian girl, Ulna?” Marcus wondered.
“Oh, he was angry with her at having disobeyed his orders, so I helped him put her astride a donkey with a couple of heavy river stones attached to her ankles with her arms stretched up and out sideways by cords attached to her thumbs. He did something next, that I must admit, I've never seen before; using tacks, he drove some of them through her neither lips to the side of the donkey's crest, making sure her cleft was split evenly on it. This even made my stomach churn a bit, but that's not all...”
Marcus' eyebrows went up, “Jupiter, man, what else could he do to her?” He belched slightly, “If that wasn't enough?”
“Marcus, have you ever hear of the 'Symbols of Sheba'?” Hestus asked in such a way that no answer Marcus could give him would surprise him.
Marcus gave a quick look at Hestus, a little taken by his question, “Why, yes, I have. Aren't they a special set of dancer's clothing, supposedly designed and created by a sorceress on Cypress, long ago, for an tribal queen by order of a Judain King, a, a, Solomon I think. He would watch her dance for him while she wore them and as the story goes, it would enhance her sexuality and make his grow as well. Now wait a minute, Hestus, if you're about to tell me that Alonna had the symbols of Sheba on, then how did the merchant get them off her without killing her? It's my understanding that any woman other than Sheba herself remove them, unless she was dead?” Marcus pointed a finger at him.
“True for the most part, until what the merchant told me, evidently Alonna had the symbols of Sheba on when they found her wandering around in the desert. The merchant tried to make her tell him where she found the symbols, at last under the lash, she submitted to him and they came off her, right in his hands. He told me that he could put them on any slave girl, make her submit to him, preferably by whipping, and as a result, he had a perfect virgin to offer; he's making a veritable fortune with them. It seems that whoever wears them, must give them up to a lover or her Master after he preferably whips her into submission.” Hestus put it simply.
Marcus scratched his head, “That astounding, Hestus. Imagine, having a device that you could put onto a girl have her dance or slink about seductively. Take her, bind her and put her to the whip until she submits and plop, just like that instant virgin.”
“You know Marcus, the merchant told me that after he puts the thing on a girl and she dances about, some of them will even beg to go under the whip just to get it off. In truth, I think it's the best slave girl training device I've ever seen, far exceeding anything the Hemorites ever invented, including the sugar plumbs.” Hestus was convinced of that.
Marcus cocked his head, and agreed somewhat, but “I dunno, Hestus, one time I was over at Casseophila's, you know the one with the green house around the corner from the Senate east entrance. If you'll recall, she used those plumbs to punish her house girls for letting some get away without paying. I was there one time when she used them on a suntanned beauty with light brown hair and pear shaped titties. She took a couple of those sweet plumbs dipped'em in honey and slipped one inside the girl's cunt and the other up her ass, then bound her sitting bare-ass naked on a marble bench. In less than ten minutes, the girl broke out into a sweat and ten more later, she started begging for the whip and the cross.”
It was like old times for these two, recalling this and that, “Marcus, you should have seen the Nubian dancing girl at a tavern in Luxor who'd spilled a drink on one of the royal guards. I saw her later near the entrance to the toilet, perched naked on a sway, it was dark but her belly fairly glowed from with those little devils inside her. I looked at her as I walked by, she had tears in her eyes and she recognized me as a galley Master. You know, the slut actually promised to pull my oars all by herself and take a rhino hide strapping after spending a day blistering in the sun, if only I'd take those things out of her. It must be something about the metal causing a reaction or whatever, I don't know, what do you think?” Hestus tried to be casual about the things. Marcus shrugged his shoulders, he really didn't know either, but he knew they were able to expose plots to overthrow the empire.
The two men laughed and told each other stories about this and that and what's best about one or the other's ass, cunt or tits. Marcus laughed and asked for some wine, which Hestus sent Adria to fetch, as she scurried away bouncing her tits along, sporting a couple of naughty girl clips on her nipples. He watched her disappear forward as Marcus spoke, “Hestus remind me to tell you about the glycerin cucumbers I used on Jasmine one time. Those fucking things made her so hot, that she wrapped her legs around the emperor neck hard enough, I felt sure I'd have to cut them off to get her to let go! True story, I swear to Jupiter! Anyway tell me about what happened to Ulma?”
Adria returned with a couple of bootas and by an hour or so, the two were getting pleasantly drunk, “Oh, yeah, as I was leaving, I saw him switching her nipples as she bounced nakedly astride the hard wood crest. Her tits quivering and jiggling as he struck them, and one thing I did see, was that she wore an usual set caps on her nipples. Not wishing to interrupt him, I went over to watch him tit whip her and wait. When he'd finished I asked him about the caps, he smiled and reached over grabbing one off Ulma's nipple, she winced, and he showed it to me. It looked simple enough, Marcus, but what I later discovered was a thin sharp needle projecting from the center; evidently the needle and a some unusual grippes hold the little cap on the nipple. What I didn't realize was just how painful it was for a girl to be beaten on her nipples while she wears those caps. Oh, the merchant put it back on and drew his rod back, nailing her square on the tips of those caps. It made a nasty 'THUCK' sound then he tossed the thing onto the ground. He looked at me and nodded saying, 'she'll react in a second, she always does'. She did, but I really thought she was going to lose it Marcus, the way she jerked and gyrated about.”
Marcus blinked, “Hum that must have hurt bad...” Marcus was still curious, “Hestus you never did fully answer me, did you get to fuck Ulma?”
Hestus shook his head, “Nope, but, I sure did fuck the hell out of Alonna after I got back to the ship.”
Hestus and Marcus both laughed out loud, slapping each other on the shoulder; but in the meanwhile Lira led a forlorn looking Nita up to the rudder deck. As the ship began to move in the gentle swells, Nita's ability to stand became a difficult task.
Cobus approached the two smiling at Lira who meekly lowered her eyes in respect to his male image; he was wearing a small loin cloth which barely hid is large cock. Reaching down, he undid the rawhide lacing that held it on his hips; he coiled it around his hand twice, leaving about a three foot length dangling down. Yanking on Lira's hair he glared at her, “Master isn't happy with you Lira. I heard him distinctly tell you to get a strip of rawhide and use it on this slut, didn't he?” Lira didn't speak but nodded her head as best she could with him holding a fist full of her hair. He fondled her breasts and skin as she was quite naked herself, leading Nita around; he traced some of the welts that he'd raised on her earlier with the thong. His hand dropped down to her sex and he started to finger her openly, causing her to whimper mutely. Looking her in the eyes, he asked almost softly, “You want the thong again, don't you?”
She nodded slowly as she swallowed, “Yes...” Her eyes closed and opened almost with tears in them.
He knew, as he continued to finger her, that she was a pain slut, just like the one next to her, “You love it, don't you, you little whore. If you only knew just how obscene you look with me fingering you while you hold the leash of this exposed little cunt next to you. Maybe I ought to use this on those nipples of yours; you know rawhide them good.” Lira swallowed hard again and nodded, this time not saying a word. Her body was beginning to respond to the harsh fingering Cobus was giving to her clit. He continued to whisper to her, “You ought to be exposed like her, while I finger you, you know that?”
She nodded again, her body starting to vibrate in response to his finger. Her nipples swelled up to full erection and glowed almost red on their tips. He leaned closer, “Yes, well now I want you to finger her, go on use your finger on her like I am doing to you. Finger her until she comes, and you better not come first, or I'll rawhide her breasts again and they don't look like they can take much more, do they?” Lira shook her head no, and she mouthed the word no to him. “No, they don't do they, but I do know that you'll have to give her a dose of the lace down in Master Hestus' cabin after the sun goes down and well.” He squints and looks up, “It looks like it has a ways to go, but I think that afterwards when you can let her out of this and make girl love to her is what you can hardly wait for, now is it?”
She swallowed hard, beginning to feel real weak in the knees. She heard Nita moaned softly as she made every effort to compose herself with Lira's finger began working on her slightly sunburned clit, making it burn. Cobus let go of Lira's hair and went over to Nita grabbing her hair steadying her in his grip. He positioned himself so that Lira's free hand could stroke him. He tightened his fist full of Nita's hair, “Well now, you mouthy little cock sucker.” Nita breathed in a gulp of air, making her breasts heave outward, she blinked her eyes as he brought his finger up and stuck it in her mouth. “It's a good thing Master Hestus owns you, because if you were mine, I'd run these tits of yours through the wringer a few times while you dangled from the rigging sucking on my cock, and oh yes, this awful beam;” He leered, “Would still be attached to you. It's really awful isn't it, making you keep your arms out to your sides and not allowing you to soothe your sore breasts or play with yourself. Oh, well, I guess Lira here will just have to keep fingering you until you pop, right here in front of Cherry over here steering the ship. Doesn't she look so delightful working that rudder?”
Nita looked at Cherry doing her turn at the rudder holding the vessel on a steady course as usual; unusual was the fact that she was naked. Most of the time Hestus allowed the girl assigned to the rudder to wear a smock or tunic giving her some protection from the sun. There wasn't anything to indicate that she had been or was being punished; she was simply doing her duty time. Nita admired her concentration despite of what was occurring next to her; she just kept a steady focus ahead, standing there in almost childlike innocence, absentmindedly naked.
Cobus yanked harder breaking Nita's concentration on Cherry, he spoke again, “Look at her she knows how shameful you look, and I'll bet you wish you could switch places with her, and not have to be made to come in front of her, wouldn't you?” Nita swallowed hard and quivered enough to make her breasts sway gently sideways in their usual saucy manner, this aroused Cobus as Lira felt his cock swell in her hand, she gasped. Cobus on the other hand saw an opportunity to salute Nita's pair shaped jugs with a stroke of the rawhide. It painted a thin red line casually across her breasts, her eyes went wide as she shook her head wailing, “NNNAAA!”
“You know, whore, the way you're bound is similar to the way they punish whores in Rome; the only difference being that they're usually put on a cross instead, but the position is the same. I want you to imagine yourself now as one of those whores, crucified bare while the wife of a soldier you balled fingers you, she's going to make you come in front of a crowd who have gathered about to watch you suffer. Her finger is bringing you to a boil...” Lira's finger works harder and harder on Nita's clit as Cobus now has Lira finger herself, he's worked up to a raging hard on. Moving over to Cherry he steps behind her and using a dip, he coats his cock with oil and rubs Cherry's ass-hole in the process. With a quick thrust, he sinks himself easily inside her smallish butt. She rolls her eyes and gasps as his hard cock slides inside her ass to the hilt. The two girls continue to finger each other into a climax as Cobus fucks Cherry in the ass. It doesn't take long for all of them to come. Cobus flooded Cherry's bowels with a heavy load of come, which didn't do her much good at staving off a desire to take a shit.
Lira, with a wet pussy herself, continued Nita's exhibition of her nakedness admits the workings of the ship. Eboneebus thought it would be cute to adorn her sassy breasts with a couple of Nubian slut clips, making her exposure even more obscene and humiliating. To watch Nita struggle about on the deck, with her breasts bouncing and swaying about uncontrollably was enough to make any man's cock stand hard.