Training With Staffs

It was the fifth day of their training. Melissa, Beckett, Teka and Tanya by rotation skirted their turn on the gristmill. The first day, which was not counted had a sorry Teesha and Velanna sweating and straining at the heavy stones.
No one could have been more sorry than Velanna. She obviously felt the hurt from her exposure to the intense Sun. Teesha sweltered and strained with her nipples brushing on the smooth wood of the large levers. Girlish nipples flattened and then raised as the rough wood scraped their peaks. She'd been fitted close to the lever by her collar.
The Sun was intense. Skin turned red and deeper reddish brown under the glare. As erect nipples grew dark from the Sun, redness gave way to a blending of bronze skin and girlish nipples. Too exposed to be distinctive beyond an erect bud of deep brown. Seen in profile. The girls' nipples stand erect and a testimonial to their erotic presence.
A simple stroke of the whip caught a wary breast. Causing it to bounce and its owner to wince with pain. It seems a bit too much for luck, but the tip of the lash grips the tortured bud with its snaky tongue. Focus is brought with a deep command from Elba, “Are you ready now, Tanya? Ready now to practice your posture and balance, Teka? Remember to keep your balance all of you, and Teka work on your form. Tanya protect those breasts of yours. Beckett, you must remember where you are most vulnerable. Melissa, you won't get another lick on your pretty sex, like before, but I highly suggest that you keep those legs parted and your balance and stance square. Now, ready, attack!”
Four humans assumed a ready posture. Melissa stood ready and in quite good form. Teka's form looked flawless. Tanya exposed a bit too much of her right breast. Another lick of the whip reminded her of her shortcomings. Tanya sucked in her breath twice. Each heave of her lovely breasts reflected the twin red lines recently placed there by Elba's wrist whip. Her well-tanned nipple rose red on its tip. Stinging in the late morning air.
Melissa's neither lips seemed a bit looser than normal. A wet ooze seemed to flow from them. A simple feel by Elba and a quick sniff told her that Melissa's juices were mixed with Beckett's seed. Elba whispered to Melissa to be wary. Should she miss a period, she'd find herself under the strap. Naked and laboring in the fields. And she told Beckett about Carlos punishing a lad by putting his cock into a bee's nest.
The last time Carlos caught a gladiator tossing himself off, he had the lad put on a cross and flogged. Then he had a girl whipped until the lad reached a raging hard on. Bringing a bee's nest to him, he had the boy's cock put inside and stung until it swelled to more than twice its size. Six girls kept on fucking him until he begged to become a eunuch.
“I will warn the two of you,” Elba cautioned Melissa and Beckett, “Be wary of Carlos. He can sense when you two have been fucking. Most surely, it is easy to fall careless. He will catch you when you least suspect. Melissa, hanging upside down and having your sex strapped is not pleasant. I suffered that once...”
“Mistress, you mean he will really use a large strap on a girl's naked sex?”
“Very much so.”
“I simply can't accept his getting a bee's nest and making me put my cock into it...”
“Believe it you two. He will know and I assure you that he will force you to do whatever he wishes. He did so with me.”
“How? By whipping you?” Beckett noted with tone of sarcasm.
“Watch your tongue, boy! I could make you retract those words. In full!”
“Sorry mistress...”
“Accepted.”
“Look, I am beginning to fall in love with Melissa. I desire her body next to me at night. I want to marry her!”
“Keep going the way you are, and she'll be swelling up nice and ripe. Deny Master of his privilege to make Melissa pregnant by him and she will suffer greatly. She will be sent to the grain mills to labor naked under the lash. With all the other unfaithful slave girls.”
“How do you know of such a place?” Asked Teka.
“I was pregnant once. I didn't know who the father was. The Master sent me to the mill. I was flogged like a common sewer whore. Strung up naked and lashed daily. They kept me shackled and naked turning a heavy wheel. When my belly grew larger, it made no difference. I still labored plucky at the task. My breasts became heavy along with my belly. They got so big one time that I was singled out. Scheduled for a breast whipping an example to the rest of the girls. Oh, they flogged them real good. Raised hefty red welts and scored my nipples. It hurt like fire! I actually felt them throb! When they let me down I rubbed and soothed them, they commanded me to stop. When I didn't they strung me back up again, and flogged my breasts even harder. When I stopped wailing for the second time, they cut me down, and arched my back on a strut. Forcing me walk around like nothing had happened. Both of my tits were in agony. My nipples were puffed to nearly twice their normal size, and red as cherries. The next day, they fitted me into a punishment yoke. Forcing me to exposed my breasts even more obscenely to the open air and the sweltering Sun. That evening, still wearing that heavy yoke, as the after dinner entertainment, Master Flavious switched my nipples until I fainted. He had Morgana, another trainer, suck on them until I came to. She was an expert at female breast torture. She milked me in front of all his guests. Still wearing that awful yoke. I was so humiliated...”
Melissa asked softly, “What happened to your baby.”
Elba replied distantly, “I gave up my baby...”
“That's too bad, Elba...” Melissa lowered her head. The others were silent.
“Well not to worry. That was last year. You are here and now and will do what is needed of you to complete your training. Now, at my command all of you pose with your best form. Not a flinch. Or I will use my switch on your tender spots!” Elba changed her mood to one of commanding mistress.
Melissa took up her defense stance. Her legs well parted and both feet secure to the ground. Holding her staff at the proper position. Elba checked her out. Teka posed in an offensive posture. Focus with her balance on the balls of her feet. Elba felt her muscles and checked her balance. Tanya stood with a firm vertical staff. Her legs only slightly spread. With a ready to switch from defense to offense at a split second action.
Elba had her demonstrate rapid defense and offense. Finally, Beckett stood with a diagonal staff position. One foot back and parallel to his shoulders. The other leg bent and slightly forward. His toe pointing forward. This scissors effect of his legs left his cock and balls to dangle somewhat vulnerable. It had been apparent that Elba had been letting Beckett off easy on corrective application of her switch and narrow staff. She took up a position in front of him and with a couple of quick moves, one of which he blocked, was able to land a all too firm blow to his nude sex.
Beckett coughed and grew intensely weak. He dropped his staff and doubled over. With one hand on his throbbing sex and the other on his stomach, he vomited. Melissa started to help him.
“Touch him slut and I'll flog you myself and you'll ride the bar for two hours!” Elba snapped at Melissa and looked at the two Amazons. The Amazons made no move toward him.
Beckett coughed and wretched a few more times. He was in serious pain.
“He'll be all right in a few moments. I have been too lax with him. It shows. If I were to allow him to go to the arena in two days, the three sisters would have beaten his cock and balls to a pulp. That would have ended your chances of marriage to him, girl...” Elba's last remark was addressed to Melissa.
“He's so weak, mistress. You shouldn't have delivered him such a powerful blow...”
“I said that he'll be fine! If I'd have given him just a fraction of what the sisters could deliver, he'd be spitting blood up by now.”
Teka spoke, “Males are weaklings. A female could take a blow like that to her sex and still concentrate on her adversary...”
Elba looked Teka in the eye, “Ever been to the arena before?”
Teka and Tanya looked down and shook their heads in a negative fashion.
“Let me tell you. All of you...”
Beckett by now was regaining his strength and composure. Elba helped him up and nodded her concern for him. She focused now on her story, “At first, like you, I'd heard stories about the cruelty of the arena. You hear rumors and tales. You really don't know what it is like until you are in there. This arena is mild compared to the old arena in Pompano. I was a fresh novice at that arena. It was my first time. Oh, I was a bit younger then and learner. They decided to use several of us blacks as a story of conquest. We were captives from a barbaric land, so the scene went. A few of us were assigned to be warriors. Myself, three other women and three other men fought with inferior weapons. We were disarmed and put into chains. What I did see was what happened to the few who were allowed to fight. Four women and two men fought with equal weapons against the Roman gladiators. What they didn't know was that the gladiators were top fighters. Very elite and well trained. Two of them were women. One of them was a black woman. Two of the gladiators were also black men. Very strong...”
Tanya spoke, “They allowed you to watch?”
Elba nodded, “Yes, we were in chains as captives, remember?” Tanya nodded. “Melissa, you love Beckett, right?” The two looked at each other and nodded with bowed heads. “There was someone that I once loved. He was not properly trained to fight, but was made to because of his size and build. He was very strong. His name was Tamon and he came from the same tribe as me. One of the female gladiators, a blonde named Tigra used a whip on Tamon. She let it out and wrapped its tip around his balls. Jerking on him he fell forward and gripped the long braid of the whip. He was screaming. Tigra smiled and gave him another jerk. The crowd began to go wild. I cried out his name. I begged them to stop and not kill him but capture him as a part of the spectacle. Tigra climbed into a chariot sliding the handle of the whip into a locking tube. She seized the reigns and brought the horses to a gallop. My Tamon bouncing and dragging behind. His screams diminished with his strength. He looked at me with pleading eyes. I struggled and succeeded to get free, but was snagged by a net. One of the women, Zelena, who I thought was a friend of mine, holding a sword had the chance to cut Tigra's whip. Freeing my Tamon from certain doom. She looked at me and lowered her sword. I saw a gladiator come up behind her and I didn't warn her. He was swinging a length of chain with a long sharp hook on it. It went over her shoulder and with a sudden jerk he pulled the hook up into her sex. In a similar action to Tigra's jerking of her whip, he pulled firmly on the chain. Zelena fell forward. She gripped the chain trying to relieve herself of the strain on her sex. The gladiator, Truxus, stepped into his chariot and secured the chain. Stirring the horses to a gallop he drug Zelena in a similar fashion to what Tigra was doing to my Tamon. By now Tigra had made one circuit of the arena dragging Tamon. Truxus sped up his horses to catch up with Tigra. They were racing...” Elba's eyes begin to water. Her lower lip trembled. “Racing around and around the arena dragging my Tamon and Zelena by their tender sex.” Elba was sniffing and wiping her tears.
The four novices stood in complete silence.
Elba looked with narrow focus at the two Amazons, “As I looked at him laying there, I saw Truxus' chariot slow down. Zelena was still hanging on, somehow. I saw him release the chain and toss the end over a wooden archway. He hoisted Zelena up and up until she hung with her sex fully impaled on that shinny hook. Her legs kicking wildly in the air. She wailed and screamed as she frantically tried to unhook herself. Oh, that high-pitched scream! You know, girls from Lesbos, the scream that is kind of helpless like a deep sorta cramping scream?! Women are stronger than men, kinda scream! Right, girls? Zelena struggled for about another minute or so, then she looked for some kind of help. A way out distant kind of help. Her eyes became big and then that empty stare of death... So, you think women are stronger than men. They can take more? If my friend had helped my lover Tamon, he would be in my arms today. If Zelena had tried to help at all, she might have escaped that horrible hook. Listen well, you two blonde white girl sluts, in the arena you have to help each other. Saving a man, may someday save yourself. Maybe even from the hook!”
The novices looked at each other. Words escaped them. Melissa spoke quietly, “Elba, you have told us many things. That is one story that will stick in my mind forever. Your lover... How sad... Even your friend... But why didn't you warn her..?”
“I don't really know. I ask myself at night sometimes. Maybe I was jealous. Maybe I was angry because she didn't help my lover. Maybe it was all meant to be. You know, I suffered that day, not just the loss of my lover and friend. I suffered at the hands of the Pompeiians. I wasn't given just a simple flogging as the rest of my companions received. They made an example of me. I was suspended and drawn into as wide an X as human anatomy could allow. I was whipped and whipped until I thought I didn't have any skin left to whip.
First two, white slave girls, flogged me. Then I was black snake whipped by a nude Nubian girl. She really knew how to use a black snake whip on my breasts! Then as a final tribute to their skill, another nude Nubian woman used a flail on my sex. All this while I was suspended spread eagle in the hot Sun. As before, the crowd really cheered. More so while my breasts and sex were being whipped. When they crucified me, the only thing that saved me from the spikes was the female gladiator, Tigra. She admired my efforts to free Tamon and told the guard to not drive in the spikes. I actually felt the sharp steel spikes against my ankles and wrists. His mallet was on high when she stopped him. It was then that I learned my destiny was with fighting in the arena. Well, here I am.”
Melissa shook her head in amazement. She thought while she looked at Elba then she commented, “Are you sure this arena is not as dangerous as the one in Pompeii?”
“I'm pretty sure. Flavious is a very sexual man. He puts on shows of a sexual nature. The most gore that I ever saw him put on here was a girl that he had impaled. She did deserve it. She betrayed her lover and caused another girl to kill herself. A very innocent girl at that. Needless to say, many cheered when she struggled on the staff.”
“You mentioned a sisterhood? Three sisters I remember...” Teka quarried. “I am one of the sisters. Look there, you see that other black girl... The one by the tall white gladiator, Brutis. That is Tee-O. She is a strong full-bodied gladiator. Over there by Carlos is Roxanna. She completes the three sisterhood. Half black by birth, she looks more white. Her hair is straight and she has blue eyes. Haunting blue eyes that are like yours, Melissa.”
“Will we ever fight any of you?” Tanya asked.
“Maybe... Someday...”
Beckett talking in shaky words, “Look, Elba, you made it clear that I am not ready to fight in the arena yet. I need more of your training...”
“You'll get more. You will all get more training...” Elba smiled as a young slave girl ran up to Elba and handed her a note. Elba opened it up and read it silently. She rolled up the message and nodded to the girl she understood.
The girl smiled at the novices and ran back toward Carlos, who was now speaking to Flavious. The two men look toward Elba and raised their right hands. Elba raised her right hand and replied back with a big smile.
“What was that all about?” Teka raised her head toward the figures of Flavious and Carlos.
“It seems that all of the novices will be in the arena this next show. Remember I said the Romans like to stage scenes. Well, it looks like you will be in one of those scenes.”
“Oh, no.”
“Oh yes. It won't be like the one I just described to you. So don't worry over it. Sorry to scare you. It will involve scene in a slave camp. As I see it, you'll be part of a rebellion. The experienced gladiators will be solders arriving to quell the rebellion and capture the rebels. When you're captured you'll be punished in various ways for your crimes. There will be lots of whippings, some rides on the bar. That ought to please Velanna! Maybe a few of you will hang on the crosses. No spikes of course, only ropes. Plenty of mock rapes and lots of sex, Melissa!” Melissa blushed. “You will all end up with sore nipples, twats, cocks, and asses. I understand most of the attention will be on Velanna and Teesha. They are going to be the conspirators of the rebellion. It seems that Flavious is angry with Teesha. Needless to say, Carlos is ready to subject Velanna to just about anything. The audience will made up mostly of vestal virgins. They are hungry for lots of raw wild sex. Most of you will end up with nothing more than lash marks and a sunburn.”
“Where will you be during this scene?” Beckett wondered.
“I'll be with the sisterhood. We will play the part of female Centurions. I understand we will wear shiny helmets with red feathers. A chain harness that will fit in all the right places. If it is like the other one, it'll fit well up into my sex, hump. Silver shinny boots with red laces. Mirror like shields that will reflect the Sun. Long polished swords with red handles. And I should say, nothing else. Looks like we'll all be quite nude so to speak!”
“How about the solders? What will they wear?” Melissa was full of questions and wanted to get hers in now...
“Let me see... Oh, yes, here. They will wear only helmets and boots.”
“What kind of weapons..?” Teka became serious.
“It says here, staffs. Just plain old staffs.”
“Staffs?” Beckett says holding his balls.
“Staffs...” Elba sheepishly smiles, “Just plain ol' staffs!”
Melissa kind of giggles, “Staffs.” As she mocks a fucking motion.
Tanya holds up her staff, “Staffs!” Like she's ready to fight already.
Teka, smiles and jabs at Beckett, “Staffs!”
Beckett darts back, “Staffs...” He pokes his back at her.
Melissa in a good humor points to Beckett's penis, which has noticeably grown a bit stiff and larger, “Staffs?”
Elba, laughs and points at Beckett's cock, “Yea! STAFFS!”
Teka, wrinkles up her nose at the reference to Beckett's maleness, in a yuckish tone of voice, “Staffs...” She turns her thumb down, but cracks a sly smile. Tanya, sticks her tongue out, nodding, “Staffs...” Covers her mouth and giggles.
Melissa licks her lips and jumps causing her breasts to bounce and bobble about, she sings, “Staffs, staffs, oh and more staffs, oh I love staffs, la, la, la...”
Elba joins in the fun and sings about staffs and hums a joyous tune in harmony with Melissa. They all take hands and do a ring dance. The hot Roman Sun shines down on the arena floor. Teesha and Velanna labor heavily at the wheel. In the distance, a whip snaps on bare female skin. A muted female gasp is heard.