The Show, Day 1

The scene that Flavious decided to unfold before the eyes of his heavily paying audience. Began in the late morning. By this hour, the Sun was hot in a cloudless sky. To get some local color on their lovely skins, many of the vestal virgins wore only skimpy clothing. That could be easily removed and put on. Some even show up completely nude with their own servants scooting nakedly behind them. Holding umbrellas and canapés. The servants sometimes tripped over each other trying to accommodate their mistresses.
Vestal Julia and her three lesbian stepsisters, Mica, Marci, and Monica, bare, butt naked, take their seats. Ironically, setting next to a very nude vestal Ilonda. Ilonda makes no secrets about her preference for men. Two very large and well-endowed males fondle Ilonda's nipples. A very large and even more endowed black male fingers her smooth bare sex. Ilonda has one slave's cock in her mouth as she waves her silk cloth at Julia. Julia frowns at her. She remembered the breast whipping she'd gotten from her one time back in Rome. Over a silly argument. Julia was younger than Ilonda
This program as Flavious has presented it to his audience consists of a mock slave camp. Supposedly, where the empire sends captives and criminals. A picture of depravity exists. In the scene are numerous Tao-crosses. Several whipping posts. The gristmill is in its usual place. A punishment bar. At least four black triangular wedges. Six racks. Nine wooden cages. Three drubbing tables. Eight hoists. Five presses. Several dozen breast clamps. At least twelve areas where there are stored whips, ropes, chains, cuffs, clips, hooks, and other support equipment.
As the guest are seating, the scene that unfolds before their eyes almost defies description. Two women and one man are fully nude and bound to crosses. One a male, a shinny black man is strung up to a whipping post. A black girl is tied opposite to him. His cock is erect and fitted into a hole in the post. The girl has her legs spread and it looks like she has a part of his cock in her sex. Both have been lashed from the marks on their backs.
A blonde girl, young, is setting on one of the wedges. Her sex is obviously split and hurting. She has been whipped across her breasts. Her wrists are tied over her head. A brown skinned girl with long black hair is tied facing away from a whipping post. Her arms are above her and slightly behind her. The cleft of her hairless sex is cruelly exposed as her legs are spread and tied to pegs set in the ground. She is facing the Sun. A black girl, nude also, is flogging her breasts and sex.
Behind the main activity, is the stone mill. Its four spoke-wheel are holding two blonde women, a beautiful brunette girl, and a quite handsome white male. They are laboring to keep the wheel slowly rotating and at a steady pace. Like the other slaves in the scene, they're marvelously naked.
Controlling the scene are numerous other members of Flavious' staff acting as overseers, guards, mistresses, and lawgivers. The focus of the work seems to be on filling bags with dirt. Lifting them onto the bare backs of slaves. Taking them a small distance to be emptied. Then refilled again at the other end. Only to be returned to their original place. A pointless task. Not to be evaluated for what the slaves do actually. More for what will happen to them in the course of the scene.
Near each main section of the arena is a storyteller. Whose job it is to tell of the action below to the audience. Using descriptive words, the story is told with real action to serve as a visual stimulation to the story.
This production can be compared to a grand erotic theater. The difference being that there is time to take a more active roll. As some of the guests at times do. Teka, Tanya, Melissa, and Beckett fully naked and chained sweated at the heavy mill stone. All around them, whips snapped and men or women cried out in pain.
Melissa noticed that one of the other novices, Olivia was being strung up for a lashing after being declared lazy by the overseer. Her wrists are corded. A nude black male pulls on the rope so that her wrists are drawn above her head. She is nude. Rivulets of sweat are running down her back, front, and sides. A white woman by birth, with light brown hair, from the northern empire. Her breasts are big and full with dark erect nipples peeking up at the Sun. Her butt is small but very round and well muscled. Her skin has turned a reddish brown from her work in the hot Roman Sun. The overseer motions for another slave girl to stop her work and come over to him.
A dusky brunette steps toward him and listens to his words. Walking behind her, he rubs his cock in the crack of her ass. His fingers toy with her Sun kissed nipples. She nods as he whispers to her. Taking up the lash. The girl positions herself behind and to Olivia's left. Looking at the whip she fingers it and shows it off to the crowd. They cheer and voice their approval.
A faint chant begins, “Whip her! Whip her! Whip her!”
It's a slender single braided whip. About six feet long. It can leave a nasty stinging welt on sunburned skin. Coiled in the girl's hand it formed three loops. She flicks it out behind her. Loosening it a bit. With a side arm stroke she snakes it around Olivia's naked back. Snapping it in a wrap across Olivia's sunburned nipples. Olivia tosses her head back and lets out a feminine whimper. This other slave girl is an expert at snake whipping a woman.
As the overseer continues to fondle the whip girl's nipples and sex, her name is Charma, she adjusts her stance. Charma slices the whip again this time over Olivia's back. Causing it to curl around and snap on the tip of Olivia's right nipple. The audience could almost see Olivia's nipple pressed inward and then as if having a life of its own, pop back outward pushing the tip of the whip away. Turning an angry red in the process.
This whipping was both cruel and seductive. Olivia danced and writhed as she glistened in the hot Sun. Charma snaked whipped Olivia some thirty lashes in all. By the time Charma had finished applying all the strokes of the lash, under the intense Sun, she was sweating almost as much as the girl she had just whipped.
The overseer began to fondle Charma with distinct purpose in mind to fuck her. He brought his finger down to Charma's bare sex and parted her lips. His finger worked the girl's hard clit causing her to wiggle her butt against his erect cock. Her breasts rose and fell in heavy breaths. The tips of her nipples displayed the effects of a sunburn. His hands raked over them cruelly. As he dug in his fingers, the skin over her ripe breasts turned white then immediately back to a deep reddish brown. As things began to heat up for them, the overseer parted the cheeks of her ass. Wetting her bung with oil and sweat from her skin, he slid his rock hard cock deep into Charma's girlish bowels. He ass fucked her in front of several hundred spectators. Ass fucking was permitted between slaves as long as it was part of a scene. Usually this activity, in private, would have earned them both a day on the cross.
As he fucked her deeply. She verbally announced the force of his thrusts with heavy exhaling. It didn't take long for them both to cum. As he flooded her with his hot cum, she exhaled her vocalized whimpers of pleasure. The girl took a full load of his cum deep inside her guts.
As she regained her composure, she coiled the whip and handed it proudly back to the overseer. He kissed her passionately. Olivia was being let down and ordered back to work. Displaying ridged welts up and down her nudity.
As the audience began to settle into the spectacle before them, Velanna and Teesha appeared on the stage. They began to incite some of the slaves to revolt. The setting was suppose to be during a break in the work. Velanna led a few slaves, both male and female to a spot where she'd hid some weapons.
In the focus of the scene, Velanna stood up and lifting a staff high into the air. She showed off her proud nudity. Her lovely blonde hair flowing in the soft breeze. As she stretched her curves upward holding the staff, faint streaks showed across her breasts and belly. Proudly, she displayed her whip strokes.
In the gallery, Mica whispered to Monica about Velanna, “She's so deliciously naked. Her bare pussy looks very wet and sweet. And, oh, did you notice that simply chompy ass fucking that Spania girl got? Her ass was still leaking when she walked off ten minutes later. That made my pussy wet, for sure. Oh, by the gods, I'd just love to be deep fucked in my ass.” Mica wrinkled up her nose slightly as she fingered herself openly, “I've understood that Flavious clit clips those girls as a form of discipline...”
Monica whispers back, “Look close, she's been whipped across her breasts. Wouldn't you just love to whip her. Oh, she is so brown and lush from her exposure to the hot Sun.”
“They probably spread eagle her when the lash her. A naked little blonde slut.”
“Naked in the Sun! I wonder do blondes just burn up in the Sun, Mica?”
“Yes, naked. Very naked. Oh, I suppose so. But then, I really don't know. I saw a blonde hanging on a cross one time. She'd been awfully whipped. But, she just seem to darken in the Sun...”
“I saw them bull whip a blonde girl one time. It was down by the harbor. She was a galley slut. They caught her stealing a chicken. A fishwife did the whipping. She even took off her tunic to get a better swing of the bullwhip. Yes! They used a long heavy bullwhip. Delivered her a awful whipping.” Mica licked her lips and showed a obvious sense of arousal. “A real black snake whipping.”
Monica spoke in a low rasping whisper. “Could you take a snake whipping, Monica?”
“I don't know. I suppose so.”
“I mean a real snaking. Naked in the Sun.”
“With the right motivation? Yes. Could you Mica? I mean bare cunt naked? Spread eagle under our hot Roman Sun?” Monica asked with a note of drunkenness.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe? Ha! You forget, I know you! You'd melt like pudding after the first lash.”
“Well, maybe if Carlos whipped me...”
“Oh, Carlos? Sure you'd get his hard cock when he'd finish with you. No, I mean a real good snaking. Like that galley slut received. Delivered by another woman. Someone like that sultry bitch we just saw. What was her name..?”
“Charma.”
“Yes. Charma. She was the one who whipped that slave girl, Olivia. We saw that part as we were taking our seats. I remember her perky nipples as the overseer fondled them.”
Mica leaned closer to Monica, licking her nipple with the tip of her tongue, “You'd like to see me whipped by Charma wouldn't you?”
“...maybe...” Monica rocked her head before and after she said that word.
“You're not drunk enough for what I have in mind. Here have some more wine...”
The two lesbian sluts of Vestal Julia drank more wine and looked at each other. Mica downed her cup first. Monica finished her cup and held it up for a refill. Mica held hers up for a refill.
As the play had progressed, Velanna led her small group of followers to the main part of the camp. Teesha, looking somewhat plump, dirty and sweaty took up a staff.
With a deft, quick blow from her quarterstaff, Teesha knocked out one of the overseers. It was only a matter of time before the camp was over run with rebellious slaves. One of the slaves, a loyal male trying to gain his freedom by being an informant left the camp. He ran a long distance to find Marcus Flavious and tell him of the revolt. Flavious sent one of his most elite fighting forces.
In the wee hours, the forces landed a sneak attack on the rebellious slaves. Rounding up all of them. Taking special care to secure the conspirators, Velanna and Teesha. Three special Centurions were sent by Flavious to administer any and all punishments to those unruly slaves. The battle didn't last long. The slaves were armed only with staffs and offered very little resistance to the forces of Marcus Flavious.
It was now the next day, according to the story. Flavious' men were raping several women. Three of the anxious rebels were now being prepared for the cross. The three centurions had gathered Velanna and Teesha and were now ready to administer punishment.
By now Mica was noticeably drunk. Her words were somewhat slurred and she hiccuped-cupped saying her name, “Mon_ca?” Monica's eyes had a sleepy look to them, she was quite drunk, “Yessssss.”
“Still wanna see mee wheeped?” Mica quipped.
“Not wheeped, you drunken slut. Whipped. Say it right. You sound so stupid and silly when your drunk.”
Mica was quite drunk, her words were very slurred, “I'mmmm noot drunnnk. You are though...”
She sucked in a hiccup. “Buttsss... I like butts... His butt...” She pointed to Carlos. “I can takea wheepin, in fact right now... Carlos don't spare the whip on me. Use it on me. Whip me good and hard. Then use me like the man you are. Fuck me hard and deep. Make me pregnant. Look at me, I'm nekked. All the way for you. Whip my tits. Suck me and fuck me. Whip me. I won't get dressed ever. I'll stay nekked for you as long as you like. Bare assed, butt fuck, nekked!” She takes a long swig of wine, “Butt fuck me, Carlos. I'm ready and I'm randy for you...” Mica took another long swig of wine and hiccuped.
Monica looked about, “Sit-down you drunken slut before someone really takes a whip to you..!
Marci joined into the conversation, she too, was noticeably drunk, “Hey perky nipples. Come here and suck on mine...” She was addressing Mica. Putting her hands under her breasts and offering them to Mica.
Julia stirred and looked at Marci holding her breasts toward Mica. She focused on her three mouthy half sisters. “Thanks to the three of you for waking me up. I wanted to see more of Flavious' show. What's this about being wheeped?”
Monica spoke with a clear voice, “Mistress, Mica challenged me to a contest. Here are the guide lines and I request of you to rule on them for us.”
“Okay..? What are the guide lines?”
“Mica wants to see me whipped. Black snake whipped to be sure. I wish to see her whipped also. She wants Carlos to whip her and then she can get his cock when he finishes with her. I desire to see her naked under the lash of another woman. Charma would do nicely. Set the rules for us Mistress...”
“Very well. When you can't decide for amongst the three of you here is what will happen... Carlos. Carlos! Over here, it's Julia!”
Carlos saunters up the steps to vestal Julia's area. Smiling, he bows to her will. He is nearly naked in the skimpy loin cloth he is wearing, “Yes, Mistress Julia. How may I serve you?”
“Carlos. This is Monica and Mica. They need to be taught a lesion...”
“Understood, Mistress. I might add that getting a change in the script is costly, if you understand my predicament...”
“Carlos. I haven't disappointed you yet have I? Really, dear. Oh, you wouldn't mind a peek under your loin cloth now. Just for old times sake?”
He untied the sides of his loincloth. It fell slowly open. Mica's eyes looked on with lust. His cock was nearly full and semi erect. It was smooth and bronze like the rest of him.
Julia's eyes fixed on his male organ. She licked her lips, “I just bet you've poked a few of those young slits down there basking in the Sun? Eh, Carlos my darling? Go on now, you can tell me...”
“A few, mistress. Even the blonde slut you see there and now being readied for a flogging...”
“Velanna...”
“The very one.”
“How many times have you fucked her, Carlos?”
“In the past week, more than fifty times I'd imagine.”
“Keep that up and there'll be lots of little Carlos' and Velanna's running about.” They both laughed together.
“This Velanna is into pain I can assure you...”
“We'll discuss that later, but for now fetch me that girl I saw whipping the lazy slave girl earlier...”
You mean Charma?”
“Yeah, Charma. The one with the red, ripe nipples. Oh, could you arrange to have her breast whipped for me? You'll find an extra bag of gold coins...”
“It could be arranged mistress. Would you care to have her brought to you here for her breast whipping?”
“Carlos you are most accommodating...”
They smile at each other. Mica and Monica are on their knees. They have their hands behind their heads and their breasts thrust forward. Their nipples are red and swollen from their fondling, Charma is slightly struggling as she is being brought up to vestal Julia's position. A special wooden post has been set up for her whipping. Having been tied to it in such a manner to expose her breasts fully for the lash. In her bondage, the hot Sun scorched down on her gloriously bare nipples.
Arriving after her summons by vestal Julia, she seemed quite aroused. Vestal Julia spoke in a clear voice to Olivia, “You have your chance to take revenge on this slut who snake whipped you earlier. I here by order you to give this slave, Charma a breast whipping. You will continue to whip her breasts until I tell you to stop. She has been bound here facing the hot Sun for more than a hour now. Notice that her breasts are red and ripe for your thong. You will use this three-thong lash. Aim for her nipples. If you stop, you will take her place and your breasts will be whipped. Do you understand my orders?”
Olivia nodded. She pressed her finger into Charma's right nipple. It turned white before it got a darker red. Charma's breasts were quite sunburned. “You may begin, child...”
Standing to one side. Slightly to Charma's right, gave Olivia plenty of room to apply side arm strokes across Charma's naked breasts. She moaned and whispered a muted, “No.” This whip was by no means as cruel as the one Charma had used on Olivia earlier. Its three thongs made of supple rawhide left only a slight red path as they splayed across her tender sunburned breasts. Stinging nipples and the surrounding skin. Olivia knew the persistence of the whipping would tire her. Leaving Charma to suffer a long punishment under the brutal Sun. Olivia felt the hot Sun on her back and shoulders as well as the upper slopes of her breasts and buttocks. She was nude in the Sun while she punished Charma.
Each stroke made a whisking sound and a wet slap as it scored Charma's breasts. Charma vocalized a muted but throaty gasp or moan with each stroke. Sometimes she would only whimper at the lashes. Well whipped breasts turned a bright red in the Sun as the lashes scored direct hits on Charma's bare breasts. Her nipples standing erect and scarlet under the relentless strokes of the lash.
Olivia's arm was beginning to tire and she stopped to let it rest for only a moment. Julia reacted with a angry tone. “I told you not to stop.”
“Mistress, my arm is stiff and I need to stretch it.”
“Give the whip to Marci. Put your hands behind your head with your breasts thrusting outward. That's it. Now Marci, lash Olivia's breasts until her arm feels better. Monica and Mica, be thankful to the Gods that your breasts are not suffering the way these girl's breasts are suffering. Prey that I don't decide to have your nipples switched or some other such painful application...”
This lash was a bittersweet thong. It stung like fire, but it was not heavy or bruising. Olivia's breasts began to turn red quickly enough. Her arm recovered quickly. Back in her position, she resumed her strokes across Charma's breasts. Her own, now well whipped breasts swaying as she applied the whip again across Charma's flaming red tits.
Olivia's arm began to get tired again. She stopped and in her rest, suffered another lashing of her own breasts. Then as if to renew her faith, she was handed back the thong and resumed again on Charma's twin cones. Once, Charma thought it would be acceptable to faint. A couple of buckets of cold water revived her. It felt good going on as it cooled and soothed her Sun and whip scorched breasts. It did however have a draw back. The lashes now would cling to her breasts. Causing them to pull and jerk lazily as Olivia pulled the whip away for another stroke. Along with her breasts, her nipples would pay a dear price for being doused with water. It made them stand up more. Therefore they received more of the whip. The whip itself as it dried in the Sun, became more stiff and it would sting more until it soaked up more of Charma's body oils from her scalded breasts. Before the whip had fully dried, Olivia's arm gave out once more on her. Helping her tired arm up to behind her head, Marci felt sorry for Olivia and Charma. Following the orders of her mistress, Marci began whipping Olivia's sore looking breasts.
Moisture still in the whip made it cling to Olivia's breasts and nipples. She now felt that painful jerking action as the whip's strands pulled on her breasts and nipples. They swayed obscenely as the lash fell and pulled away. With a still tired arm, Olivia again resumed her whipping of Charma's breasts. Now the strokes produced a guttural squeal of pain from Charma's throat. Not noticing until now, portions of the audience had gathered to watch this painful ordeal being suffered for Julia's benefit. It made Olivia feel more naked that before. It must have been quite a sight to see. A fully nude woman breast whipping another fully nude woman. While she herself displayed well whipped breasts, swaying in the hot Roman Sun.
Charma's cries became a deep gasping wail. Her breasts swayed and bounced under the lash. Blisters were beginning to form on the tips of her nipples as well as the sides of her swaying sunburned breasts. It was obscene. Julia held up her hand to stop the whipping. Olivia gasped a sigh of relief. Looking at Charma's breasts, Julia noticed the very small blisters that had formed. Some from the Sun others from that nasty persistent whipping. Charma looked exhausted. Julia gripped Charma's nipples tenderly. She gently shook her breasts. Charma nearly came unglued in a painful gasp.
Smiling, Julia looked at the other women, “Those'll be pretty sore for a while. Let me see yours, Olivia?” With the same tenderness, she gripped Olivia's nipples and shook her breasts. They felt hot and well whipped. Looking at her three lesbian step sisters come slave girls, Julia shook her finger in warning, “You see girls, I changed my mind about your playful idea of having each other whipped. Instead I decided to punish those two instead of you. Look at those very punished breasts. The next time you ask me to decided for you I will have the both of you breast whipped. Like them, naked in the Sun. Now service me and be quick about it! Before I change my mind again and decided to have your breasts flogged here and now!”
All three girls scrambled to accommodate their mistress. Learning full well and by vivid illustration the folly in asking a mistress to decided a selfish squabble. Charma and Olivia were sent to the kennels for the rest of the day. Their breasts were in no shape to stand any more of the whip or the Sun. As they lay on their cots. Both of the girls thought about how cruel fate can be. To think of this woman the patricians of Rome called a vestal. Allowing her the power to inflict such a punishment on two women that she had never laid eyes on until this day. Ordering one of them strung up like a side of meat in the hot Sun. To be whipped on her breasts. Whipped in such a fashion as to force her to beg with a hoarse voice to stop. Whipped for so long that her breasts swelled up red and blistered from the harsh leather and exposure to the Sun.
Pain and humiliation ran vividly in Charma's mind. She was laying on her back. Her crimson breasts angry with their swollen, vividly red nipples slowly rising and falling as she drew her breath. They were so tender that she couldn't touch them. Olivia, laying also on her back, with her twin breasts red and streaked began to sob. They hurt her more than she realized. The bullet like tips of her nipples were now in flames from the scorch of the lash. Her sobs were as much from the humiliation of being forced to expose her breasts for the whip as the whipping itself.
Both of them drifted off to sleep. In spite of the pain. Flavious' sexual spectacular had three more days of revelry. Julia's three lesbian sluts would suffer some pain or another before the show was declared over. After all they'd earned it. Mica began sucking on Julia's marvelous round breasts. Monica used her tongue on Julia's clitoris. These two girls displayed uncontrolled arousal. Their eyes looking at the scene being acted out before them. Velanna by now was being flogged with loud resounding slaps from Carlos' multi thong whip. For the enhancement of the show, he flogged Velanna in the nude. His cock swayed to and fro as he side armed delivered his lashes. For the most part, only on the Imperial galleys, when a slave was to be flogged, the flogger as well as the slave would be nude.
Galley slaves consisted of both male and female slaves. Sometimes the drummers were either male or female. It really didn't make much difference. It was learned that a woman could pull the ores just as hard as a man. Carlos beat Velanna with as much vigor as he did that night he black snake whipped her. The strokes landing on her sun-bronzed breasts made them sway obscenely. Like Charma's breasts, Velanna' turned scarlet in the afternoon Sun. Standing with her arms outstretched between two posts. The whip streaked side curves of her breasts undulating to expose a turgid nipple. Just waiting to be sucked and soothed from their ordeal under the lash. The fingers of the whip flicked her nipples turning them an angry red in the glare of the Sun. To Velanna the tips of the lash against her nipples made them sting as if they were being pinched or bitten.
Teesha hated the wedge. She looked too young and fragile to be so harshly punished on such a cruel device. Brutis took a position on her right side. Setting with her wrists together and drawn upwards. Her nipples made erotic targets. A metal bit had been fixed firmly in her mouth. He tested a switch for suppleness. It hissed in the air. The sound made Teesha shiver a bit. Sunburned breasts quivered slightly. She looked at him and crisped her forehead in a deaf plea to not whip her. Brutis whipped the supple switch to land squarely across both of Teesha's sun-toasted nipples. A wet slapping sound could be heard. The rod indented the tips of her round bullet tipped breasts. Those puffy nipples of hers heaved up to expel the switch. The odd thing was for a few seconds after the rod fell away. Her breasts and nipples didn't change a bit. Then her nipples slowly stiffened to a pucker as they turned bright red. The usual red welt appeared, some quarter inch in diameter and the same length as the where the switch sliced. Teesha let out a whinny and nearly lifted herself off the wedge. When her weight settled back down her breasts bounced and jiggled a protest. A wail from deep in her throat followed that unusual sounding whinny. Another lick with the switch landed across where Teesha swore was the same spot as the previous one. It made her hammer her sex up and down on the wedge. More shivering of breasts and protesting wails from a girl in pain. Brutis was an expert at switching a girl's nipples. Six more sliced across Teesha's raw nipples. Lacing the tips of her twin cones with fire. Spittle ran down the sides of her lovely mouth as the bit squeezed firmly against the corners her mouth. It distorted her full lips making Brutis' cock yearn to be sucked by her.
Melissa had been released from the lever. Two soldier drug her toward a dirt mound. Forcing her down onto her hands and knees. They kicked her legs apart. One of the men knelt down and sank is hard cock deep into her pussy. Another man knelt in front of her making her suck his cock. Her breasts swayed as the man who was fucking her slammed his cock firmly into her bare wet sex. Melissa was as randy as she could be. She loved sex, of all kinds. Carlos went over to Brutis and stopped his switching of Teesha's nipples. It wouldn't have taken many more to have split her nipples. Carlos told Brutis, “I know you want to keep switching those nipples of hers. Don't split them. Remember the Master wants her punished over the entire three days.
Two more scalding swipes of the switch made Teesha bounce like a puppet on the sharp edge of the wedge. Some Roman slave girls referred to this form of punishment as 'the dance of fire'.
Another novice, a white girl with blonde brown hair, exceptionally green eyes and firm breasts took Melissa's place on the wheel. They shackled her with her back arched against the lever. Just to make her breasts stick out a bit further. It made them easier targets for the whip. As the guests slowly began to exit. Torches were lit about the arena. Flavious stopped to chat a bit with vestal Julia. Over a matter of two of his novices being severely breast whipped.
Julia heard the second set of bars slam closed. Her bare feet shuffled in the fresh straw strewn about the floor. Monica, Mica, and Marci were standing with up drawn arms. Their bodies glistened with sweat in the torchlight. Flavious gestured to them, “I think it only fitting dear Julia that you watch. I also wish to thank you for your allowing me to use these three tomorrow in the arena. They'll take the place of the two severely whipped novices. By the way here is why they confessed to what happened to them?”
Sweating and whimpering, Charma was standing with her wrists over her head and her legs spread. Olivia was similarly tied and she, too, was crying. Their red and now deeply streaked breast bobbled up and down with their sobbing gasps for air. It was hot and stifling down in the dungeons. Holding a long black snake whip, stood a very naked Nubian woman. She was completely void of all body and head hair. Glistening, her body shined and reflected every curve in the flickering torchlight. As she turned to greet Flavious, her nipples stood erect on well-upturned breasts. Her body rippled with firm supple muscles. She was by no means fat.
Julia was naked and didn't seem to mind it. Her body was well developed, but she was a slightly plump. She showed a slight sunburn. The Nubian, Flavious addressed as Mona, stepped toward Flavious and Julia. Coiling her whip as she walked. Her breast bounced slightly as she stepped along barefooted. She raised her right arm and slightly turned to hang up the whip. Julia saw the faint lines of a whipping here and there on her nudity. Mona smiled at Julia and licked her lips. Mona liked women. As she let the chain slacken that held the two novices, they slowly came together. Due in part to their awkward bondage. Ending up breast to breast flattened squarely together. Flavious addressed Mona, “Do you think they will be accusing of vestal Julia any more.”
“I doubt it, Master. I made their sore tits a bit sorer.” She glanced at the two weeping girls with very red tits pressed squarely together.
“You snaked them, I see...”
“Yes, but I didn't cut them any. Oh, the one with the not so red tits... Olivia, I got her a couple of times between her legs. Well up into her pussy I'd figure.”
“Good. It'll do her wonders. It's been a while since you'd been given a good whipping hasn't it?”
“Almost two months now, Master.”
“Vestal Julia?”
“Yes, dear Flavious.”
“Feel like swinging a bull whip tonight?”
“Maybe. On who?”
“This one right here. Mona can take a sound thrashing. I made a spectacle of her once in the arena. Full blown scourging and crucifixion. Notice the palms of her hands and the ends of her feet. I had the sharp nails used in places that I knew would heel. Had her hanging in place with ropes and a buffalo horn...”
Mona snuggled closer to Flavious, looking Julia straight in the eyes, “He hung me up between two blonde girls. Naked in the Sun. He knows how I hate blondes. When I was let down, Carlos took me to Flavious' bedchamber. Along with the two blondes, he fuck us solid for a week. Right darling Master?”
“That one blonde, what was her name..?”
“One was Lanna and the other was Natalie. North land girls.”
“It might have been Lanna...”
“She was riding you a lot, Master.”
“Anyway, Lanna ended up giving birth to another of her sex. Healthy and ripe little slitter...”
“Yes, that's right, Master. You fucked her all the way, belly swollen pregnant. It was a sight to see. I'd have sworn that every time he fucked her she got bigger!” Mona's eyes got big and she smiled a full teeth smile, “Master got me belly swollen pregnant two times!” She held up two fingers.
Julia in a somewhat ho hum tone of voice, “Really, belly swollen pregnant? Twice?” She looks at Flavious with a sly smile, “You don't say?”
He struck a proud pose. Fully nude. Julia was impressed with his semi erect member gently swaying two and fro. Mona knelt down and sucked on his cock until he moaned slightly. Taking hold of her smooth head, he forced himself down her throat with a firm thrust. She choked and coughed. It was the excuse he was looking for to have her punished, “Whore! You can't even suck your Master's cock without choking! You shall be whipped!” With those words, Flavious grabbed on of Mona's wrists. He led her to the center of the dungeon. Hoisting her wrist up he shackled it to a dangling cuff. Then he did likewise to her other wrist. Soon, she stood erect and on her toes.
“Julia, take up this whip and give her a good snaking. Wrap it around her hard. Draw some red welts on her.”
“Wait, Flavious. Spread her legs and fasten them to those ringbolts. As long as I'm swinging this whip. I want to make sure her female parts get a good feel of it...” As Julia took up her stance to bull whip Mona, Flavious noticed a whip that he had forgot he owned. It was a long, slender Manta-tail. Real long, about seven feet and supple as hell. It looked smaller, but was heavier that the bull whip.
“Wait! Look here...” Flavious held up the Manta-tail for Julia to see. Stopping just short of delivering her first lash. Julia looked wide-eyed at the hellish whip. “I've never seen one of those! Where did you get it?”
“It was a gift from an Egyptian friend. He said it came from a distant Sea.” Flavious smiled as he looked at it.
“Let me hold it.” As Julia tested its heft, Mona began to fidget uneasy. She wondered what caused all their excitement. Straining over her shoulder, she looked to see. Fear filled her face. She'd heard legends of that kind of whip. Made from the tail of a devilfish. In a soft voice, she made a feminine whimper.
“This'll raise blood welts on her.” Julia whispered to Flavious.
“Yes, but she's black and they won't show as much as on a white woman... Want to see?” For a moment he frightened Julia acting like he'd use it on her.
“All right, she's your slave girl. This could slice her real bad. I'll use it with a light arm...” Testing its feel, Julia splayed it out behind her. It was a quick to respond whip. It sang with power as it sliced the air. Julia used a familiar side arm stroke. It made slicing impact. The whip scored the bullet like tips of Mona's breasts as it traveled around her nudity. Finishing with a wet sounding SWIT in the center of her back. Mona shook her head as if to say no. But there weren't any words. Funny, Julia noticed that the whip seemed to flow into Mona's every curve. It was fluid in that sense. The most unusual effect of this whip was the time it took to register a welt. Already, Julia was ready to deliver Mona's third stroke, when a high pitched scream broke the air. In the third slice, it found the level of her bare cunt. Passing over the upper part of her cleft, it didn't look like it did much damage. As a matter of fact, it looked like her cunt was hardly bothered by the stroke. Which had finished up its travel by spending itself over the upper slopes of her smooth ass.
Mona jerked and writhed in her bondage. Sometimes opening and closing her mouth with awful pain.
Within a few seconds, a deep red line had formed in the whip's path. Flavious saw the ruby score across the upper part of Mona's cleft. Holding up his hand for Julia to stop, he examined Mona closer. Julia was coiling up the wicked whip. Stepping closer to the two, Julia began to admire her stroke work. She felt the ridges that formed the welts. They seemed quite pronounced.
Julia stepped back to deliver Mona a few more slices with the Manta tail. She administered eight of them so well that the whip hardly made any noise as it sliced through the air. The stokes found breasts, waists, shoulders, butts, and clefts. Flavious noticed on one particularly delicious lash the whip gripped Mona's breasts. As Julia drew the whip away. It held tight enough to make Mona's breasts shudder and sway as the whip pulled away. Mona lolled her head to one side and gasped a deep-throated wail. Another nasty deliverance embedded itself into Mona's bare cleft. The whip scored her smooth lips and slipped itself between them. It sucked on her clitoris with a kiss of fire. Finishing the last of her strokes once again on Mona's wonderful breasts. She let the whip lazily cling onto Mona's erect nipples. Painting a red stripe in its awful path.
“Flavious I have a surprise for you, tomorrow.”
“Why Julia! I love surprises! I can hardly wait!”
“Oh, what's the difference, I'll give you a hint...”
“I am understandably curious...”
“Remember that luscious little blonde nymph I got on my visit to Crete?”
Wondering, Flavious pondered a bit, “Blonde nymph..? Crete..?”
“You first saw her when you visited me a long time ago. Your father still ran this arena then. I remember you visited me in my villa in Espanna. It was the time you came and stayed with me for two months. I remember it was the time you challenged me to a contest...”
“Contest..?”
“Yes, don't you remember the nudity contest. It was the next morning after the day you arrived. Of course we slept together. That next morning before breakfast, I got up and started to put on my tunic you stopped me. Your plan was that we both stay naked. Whichever one got dressed first for any reason, would submit to the other as a complete slave. I remember that I laughed. But you stood up very serious. A pact. 'Bare naked', no exceptions. Regardless of the visitors. In town. At the beach. At the games!” Julia giggled.
Flavious nods, “Now I remember. Yes. Oh, how I poured down the wine on the first few days. You, too! If I remember right. That messenger of Alurious', his name was Jessup I recall. We'd been out by the pool most of the day. I recall that you'd quite a sunburn on your already sun-bronze skin. When you went in to get the message, he thought you were a slave girl. Two of your own slaves assured him that you were, vestal Julia. He was quite embarrassed. You were quite drunk!”
“I don't remember that!”
“Oh, yes. You stood up to him and you were pretty angry that he thought of you as a slave girl. You pushed your quite attractive breasts against his armor. It was so funny because I remember you pointing to your breasts, back, butt, and belly to remind him if he saw any whip strokes.”
“Oh, you are right. Now I remember. I recall that I pointed to you and asked him if you thought I looked like a slave girl. Funny, I don't recall what you replied...”
Under his breath, “You don't want to know...”
“What was that? What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
“Good.”
“Really, nothing...”
“You're making this worse...”
“I know.” Flavious realized he was in a corner. After a long pause, “I'm going to finish with a few more slashes with this hefty whip on your Mona. I guarantee she'll feel them...”
She did. Wails followed wails. Breasts vibrated and shivered under the whip. Her bare sex slapped wet and sore with the awful tail. Mona twisted and writhed nakedly in torchlight. As Flavious held up his hand for Julia to stop the awful whipping, he offered Julia a room for the evening at his villa. She accepted. Julia was still quite attractive for a woman of her experiences. Her nudity glistened lustful in the glow of the dimly lit cell. As she coiled the whip and handed it to Flavious she smiled and said, “Why I do believe that you wish you could use this on me, you rascal?”
Flavious smiled as he took the whip. He looked back at her and then at Mona, sweating and painted with welts. “You'd probably like to feel Mona's firm ripe breasts against your saucy tits, wouldn't you?” Julia looked at Mona and then at Flavious and she licked her lips.
Julia hung easily by her wrists. Like it did when she used it on Mona, the Manta Tail clung to her nudity as Flavious snaked her with it. What's unusual, Julia absorbed the obvious pain of more than thirty lashes. Blood red welts appeared from her shoulders to her thighs. She sobbed and whimpered during the last six strokes.
Standing nipple to nipple, Julia flattened her jaunty tits against Mona's firm breasts. Flavious fixed their wrists and ankles together. He wrapped a chain about their waists and thighs that forced the two women to press their clits firmly together. Julia felt the cleft of her sex press against Mona's bare slit. Both girl's clitorises were swollen and firmly erect. Their contact made them each shudder with excitement.
Mona came first. The wetness that poured from her made Julia's clit friction against Mona's clit enough to bring her to a blossom of an orgasm. In their sensitivity from the lashing each of them received, Mona felt the ridges of welts that formed on Julia's naked breasts and sex. Julia felt the firm ridges that formed over Mona's nudity. Whip sore nipples, ridged and erect, rubbed firmly one on the other. Both women's orgasmic passions are satisfied more than once.
Julia and Mona both slept with Flavious that night. Julia's sex got a good fucking from Flavious. Mona drained his balls. That night she drained them at least five times. Julia got to do most of the fucking.
No chance of Julia ending up with a baby. Mona wondered if she would be flogged and sent to the mill with a baby in her belly. She had some time as it usually took three or four months for her to show.
Earlier she felt ripe under the lash.