Day 2

It was late morning the second day of Flavious' exhibition of the female slave revolt of Bistlana. The storyteller was explaining the events that had happened and the ones that were about to unfold. Flavious noticed a quite naked and very attractive female walking up the steps toward Julia's comfort box. As she got closer he noticed the rings in her ears, nipples and the one in her clitoris. They sparkled in the Sun.
The action below began to grow more intense as the slaves were lined up for their afternoon assignments. Velanna was bound, nude and oiled, against a post facing the Sun. Her nipples standing bold and erect. A naked Nubian woman, well oiled, held a paddle. She was about to use it on Velanna's bare breasts. Both of the women shined and nearly sparkled in the Sun.
Julia, wearing an open tunic to hide some of her welts, spoke first, “Flavious? Recognize who's coming up the steps now?”
“I'm not sure...?”
“Take a good look.”
“It couldn't be? Lydia?”
“The very one.”
“She looks so young and healthy. Not a day over twenty three.”
“She's only five years younger than me, darling...”
“I remember when you bought her, she looked your age.”
“She was three months pregnant then. That was her first child. Would you believe that she has given birth to ten? All of them females.”
“Really!”
“You remember those other three girls of mine? The ones you are using because I breast lashed Charma and Olivia. By the way, how are they doing?”
“Fine.”
“Good. Well, Marci and Mica are Lydia's two oldest girls.”
“You're joking?”
“No. I'm not. Oh, here she is now... Dear Lydia, how are you today?”
“Mistress. Master. I believe I am fine.”
She whispers to Flavious, “Poor dear she's so simple minded. I once whipped her for dropping a small statue. While I was applying the lash she wondered why I was whipping her.” Flavious shook his head. He looked at her lovely eyes. So blue and clear. If desire is found in the loving eyes of a woman. Her eyes made love to the world. “Julia, you have a treasure here. Just her presence is enough to move me to desire her. Here and now.”
“Be careful. Lydia is ripe again. I've had sex with her and I can tell by her open desires, she is ripe.”
“I remember that pregnancy becomes her.” Flavious commented, “Her belly swells so beautifully.”
“Come here child. Remove your rings and make love to Flavious.” Lydia removed all of her rings. Even the ones in her ears. Smiling, she displays herself fully naked to Flavious. Her sumptuous body bronze from the Sun. “Master?”
“Yes, Lydia.”
“Would you like to whip me first?” Flavious' cock began to twitch. He closed his eyes and thought of Lydia spread eagle. Oiled and glistening in the Sun. The whistling sound of the whiplash. Followed by Lydia's feminine gasp as the wicked braid splayed itself over her nudity. He could see the very sight of her writhing and pulling at her ropes. Looking back over her shoulder waiting for more of the lash. Her tongue licking her full lips. Her nakedness already streaked here and there. A few welts over the shuddering curves of her breasts heaving as she took in deep breaths.
Imagination gave way to reality as his hard cock slid deeply into Lydia's smooth bare sex. As he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him and rocking gently on his cock. He was very deep into her.
“Flavious, I know that when you let go into her, she'll be swelling up soon. If you do, you might as well keep her here for a while. Use her and abuse her so to speak. Do give her a dose of that Manta's Tail. In fact, you could have some real fun with her and Mona. Imagine them both pregnant. I know, set up a special wheel in your villa garden. Shackle them both to it and make them turn it. Nude with swollen bellies glistening in this hot Sun. Then you can invite me back to watch their progress, so to speak...”
Breathing and in a hard pant, “Deal dear Julia. You're welcome here anytime...” With those words, Flavious felt the cum pour out of his balls and squirt hot into Lydia's fertile womb. Lydia closed her eyes and was happy. The time for feelings are never ready, at least in the Arena business. Lydia kissed Flavious full on the mouth. She then put her hand below her belly button. Looking at both Julia and Flavious she spoke in soft, but simple words. “Master. Mistress. I have once again offered my body for the well being of Rome. Master, should I carry your seed I am most noted for breeding fine, strong, and beautiful females. They will serve you well, at least so I'm told...”
“Sweetheart, you are doing fine. Your body is superb and you are strong of will. You will be staying with me. Your mistress has granted me full dominion over you. I have a fine Negress named Mona. She is also quite pregnant. You both will be able to comfort each other.”
Lydia thought for a moment or two. Looking at Flavious she puckered her lips again and kissed him full on the mouth for more than three minutes. Her nipples became full and hard. She leaned back for a moment. His thumbs began raking on her nipples. Back and forth his thumbs ran over her nipples. She whimpered.
“Go ahead and work her, Flavious. Feel that sex of hers tighten. She's ready.” Flavious felt her vulva begin to open and close, squeezing his cock. He slid deeper into her. Feeling the tip of his cock start to tingle, he realized that this girl wanted all of him inside of her. Her words were in rhythm with her body, “Master, how you will punish me for getting pregnant. How will you punish Mona and me both?”
Flavious was now is a virtual rut. His mind raced to give description of what he would do to Lydia and Mona, “First, you will spend a long day of hard labor naked in the Sun. I might even have you flog each other. When you are both soundly flogged, I will allow you both to sleep with me.”
“Will you switch my nipples, Master? They get very wet when they are switched.”
“Yes, your nipples will be soundly switched.” Lydia began to breath very hard. Flavious felt his cock swell inside her. He looked onto the scene below. Several slave girls were placing large black, solid triangles on the arena floor. These triangles were massive and supported by heavy legs. Two tall wooden uprights were set firmly in the ground with the triangles setting side by side between them. A heavy rope had been stretched over the top of the triangles. In all six of these devices had been placed between the two uprights.
Struggling below were six slave girls, one of them Velanna. The other five consisted of Teesha, Melissa, Eleena and the twin blonde Amazons. They were in chains. Completely naked. Velanna struggled in a wooden yoke as whips flogged her bouncing bare breasts.
The announcer brought the story up to date. The council had arrived from Rome. Consisting of three female Centurions from the Emperor's special elite forces. These Centurions have ordered that all the slave girls are to be punished. Starting with these six, they will be forced to `run' behind the horses of the Centurions. Afterwards, each will receive a severe whipping while bound split on the black wedges. Velanna's yoke was removed. Her wrists were now bound with a long hemp rope. Likewise, Melissa's wrists were bound with a similar length of rope. Then a rope was applied to Eleena, Teesha and the twin blonde Amazons. Two ropes were handed to each of the Centurions. The women struggled and pulled against their ropes. As they took their steps, their breasts would bounce and their asses quivered.
The soil of the arena floor was soft. Almost like running on a sandy beach. The ground was hot, from the Sun and it burned at their bare feet. At first the Centurions just gave their horses a nudge. This made the women lung slightly forward. With awkward steps, they stumbled and pulled against the forward motion of the horses. This would be exhausting. Made to follow, naked behind these horses.
Struggling and pulling on the ropes that held them, each girl stepped up her pace as the horses began to walk faster. Making their first circle about the arena, the six jerked and heaved against the ropes. A Negress holding a long black whip, snaked it out to strike Melissa across her back. Leaving a red welt in its path. Curling around the side curve of her right breast. An exposed nipple felt the sting of the whip's tip. Melissa let out a squeal that turned into a breathy gasp. She almost lost her footing. She caught herself in time to keep from being drug in the dirt. Nearly at a run now, the girls hurried to keep from being pulled off their feet. The horses were now in a firm gate. A hot Roman sun burned down scorching bare shoulders and backs.
The pace was now a slow gallop and the women were running to keep up. Their arms being pulled in front of them. Breasts bouncing and asses jiggling. Eleena slipped and fell, the rope drug her on the hot soft ground. Stopping for a moment to let her get up, had Teesha breathing hard. That Negress with the whip, reminded them not to be clumsily. Eleena's nipples felt the whip more than once until she got back on her feet. Teesha cried out under the effects of the snapping leather.
As the gallop resumed, the two girls broke into a full run again. Heavy breathing and running made the women sweat. Two more rounds about the arena and the three horses slowed to a stop in front of the wedges. Some of the women dropped to their knees. Their bodies besotted from a combination of sweat, oil, and the dust from the arena floor.
Eleena's butt and breasts were sore from where she'd been drug. She plopped down into the soft red soil. Her body took on earthy tones mixed with the oils and sweat of her `run'. Her nipples perked upwards, red and swollen. Velanna was released from the rope and that awful yoke was once again fitted to her shoulders. It seemed heavier than before. Short whips snapped their anger against her breasts as she struggled under the weight of the yoke. The remaining five girls had now been fitted into wooden yokes like the one on Velanna. Once on the platform the women were doused with water to cleanse the soil and dust from their nudity.
Short lashes flicked against wet bodies. Exposed cruelly by the heavy yokes. The girls danced and yelped as the whips stung their sunburned nudity. In their efforts to escape the flicking thongs, Melissa and the twin Amazon's bare clefts felt a sharp sting. Slowly one at a time, the six were lifted and placed astride the black wedges. Struggling, their feet kicked the air. Velanna's clitoris looked red and swollen as her lips were inviting spread to receive the sharp crest. She rested squarely on it.
The audience felt the desire to feel what the wedges had been positioned to accept. Naked female sex splayed ready for pleasure and pain. Naked breasts bobbled and swayed in the Sun. Each girl was positioned so that her cleft was split on the upper crest of the dark triangles. Flavious watched as deft fingers spread wide the bare clefts of the six girls. The girl's lips were parted on each side of the crest. The girls positioning the women on those things felt the heat that was building up on the triangles. The black shapes absorbed the heat from the Sun. Soon these six girls would sizzle in the torrid heat of the blistering afternoon.
Chains were now on their ankles. The yokes had been removed and their wrists were spread and drawn up to the overhead rope. Their weight centered on their bare clefts split on the black triangular crests. Swollen clits chaffing in the Sun. From time to time, the slave girls assigned to punish these six women would slap and kneed their bare breasts. One dark-skinned, dusky brunette twisted and pulled Velanna's nipples until she wailed a pitiful gasp. Leaving Velanna she strolled to the approval of the audience toward Melissa. Bending over she took Melissa's nipples between each of her index fingers and thumbs. With a firm jerk upward she pulled them into a distorted upward stretch. The audience applauded and cheered.
She let them fall with equal speed. They bounced and quivered on her chest. With a steady rhythm, she began to slap Melissa's breasts. Noticing with each slap, how Melissa's breasts turned a subtle white then took on an angry red color. Her breasts were quite sunburned.
“Like to suck on my nipples, slave girl?” The dusky nude asked Melissa in a mocking tone.
“AH! If that will please you...”
“Please me? Like you, I've been naked under this awful Sun. Lick my nipples and soothe their sunburned tips...”
Melissa began to suck on first the girl's right nipple. She then moved to her left one. This girl tasted like the Sun, Melissa thought. At last, the girl stood up and sauntered over to the two blonde Amazons. Using her index finger and thumb again, she hoisted up the twin's tender breasts by their equally tender nipples. The girls fairly bounced on their crests with pain.
“Beg me and call me mistress and I'll leave your Sun ripe nipples to rest! This position should make your words flow with ease. Go on!” She gave an extra jerk to each set of buds. First one set then the other. In turn.
Flavious noticed the heat boils coming off the arena floor. Those girls must be blistering in that heat.
The women began to cease their struggling on the crests. A few fainted or rested their heads against their up drawn arms. A small bunch of slaves scurried about with soothing oil to coat the punished girls. He watched them apply it to the six nudes. It made them glisten and shine in the Sun. As he watched their hands fondle bare breasts, belly, arms, clefts, butts, and legs he felt his cum ready to shoot into Lydia's cunt. When he came, he was buried deeply inside Lydia. She was very, very ripe.
Lydia came with an equally unbridled lust. Riding on Flavious' cock, she could feel his cum shoot deeply into her. She had a joyous look on her face. Julia looked at Lydia with a sly smile. Within the next hour after Flavious and Lydia spent them-selves a few more times. The girls on the wedges of pain were about to be whipped.
A naked Nubian female, young with full large breasts and ripe ridged nipples. Took up her position with a long black whip. She uncoiled the whip with a deft flick of it behind her. She brought it around in a side arm stroke. Her goal was to wrap it around Velanna's breasts. It made a whisking sound as it traveled. It made a wet, slapping sound as it contacted Velanna's breasts and nipples. She tossed her head back and let out a painful gasp. The impact made her involuntarily grind her sex against the awful crest. Her pain-wracked clit reminded her not to do that again. In all this Nubian delivered Velanna thirty strokes with the lash. Mostly on her breasts.
The next girl in line was Melissa. As with Velanna, the Nubian delivered a series of thwacks that echoed off the arena walls. Melissa wailed and struggled briefly as did Velanna. Her sex was even more sore than before.
Eleena was angry at having to be punished along with the novice slave girls. Eleena was a yearling. She should be allowed to do the punishing. The whip sang its song on her bronze skin. Her breasts bounced and her nipples hurt. Streak after streak formed on sunburned skins. Eleena was punished with the rest of the girls.
Finally, those twin blonde Amazons. Their bodies were so sun-tanned that their nipples seem to disappear on their breasts. That Nubian's whip found their hot tips and scalded them with more fire. Their clefts made wet popping sounds as they bounced their painful dance on the wedges. Ironically, these two were the first to climax. Their sweaty, oiled bodies in delightful orgasm as the whip snaked or coiled itself about their nudity.
Flavious noticed that the Nubian was none other than his best performing yearling, Adima. Looking at her naked. Standing with her breasts high on her chest swinging the black whip was a erotic scene. Mock contrast to the two blonde Amazons climaxing on the wedges. Adima finished up her whipping of the six, with a few more slashes to Velanna's breasts. She didn't leave it at that, but delivered more to the other five. Those six girls had been well punished.
The storyteller announced that following the punishment of these six. They were called the conspirators. Eight more would be crucified and twelve more would be exercised behind the chariots.
Julia looked at Flavious and wondered, “Are you going to leave those six on the wedges?”
“For now. The ones that will be running behind the chariots won't be those six on the wedges. It'll do them good to just sit there and sweat.”
“I see. Those girl's are going to have very sore pussies. They won't likely be able to do much of anything.”
“They'd better. Or they'll go to the cross.” Flavious looked at Julia.
Lydia looked at the wedges. She'd been tortured on them before. She knew that they were designed to punish a woman. Up the steps came Mona. Nude and showing off her welts. She glistened in the Sun, “Master, is there anything I can get you?”
“Mona. Make love to Lydia here. Keep her quiet and at ease. I expect to see you two with tongues in each other's bare clefts. Mona, first come over here. I do feel a bit of a rise at seeing you. Spread your legs and lower yourself onto me. That's it. I might as well give you another fill of my seed. Julia, she's such a randy bitch...”
“So I notice... She was a delight to whip last night. Can I have her when you are finished?”
“Yes. Mona, service mistress Julia before you play with Lydia. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Mona rode her Master. Her pussy, wet and bare sliding up and down his firm cock. Quickly brought his balls to a boil. Flavious ran his hands over her firm breasts, teasing her nipples. His fingers tracing the ruby red welts across her body here and there. Mona's ebony skin was shinny in the hot Sun. Her total lack of any hair, even her head, made her enticing exotic. Firm muscles rippled beneath smooth black skin. Her strength would be an asset for both women as they labored at the mill.
Flavious closed his eyes and with a firm thrust he unloaded himself deep inside Mona. Mona gripped his shoulders as she met his thrust with a solid downward lunge. She felt her abdomen get warm from his pulsing release. The couple spasm in orgasm as they gripped each other in tight embrace. Mona whimpered and Flavious moaned as they kissed and fondled each other. Lydia looked at her Master and Mona. She smiled and pampered them. Kissing Mona's right nipple. Julia looked at Mona with renewed lust. In her anxiety, she could hardly wait for Mona to service her. Mona licked her full lips, closing her eyes with her head tilted back.
Preparations were underway for the final show of the afternoon. The women on the wedges were being released. Following their bondage, the heavy yokes had been re-attached. Whips began to snap on oiled, sunburned skin. The girls writhed and whimpered with the stings. Velanna's sultry bronze body glistened brazenly. Snapping whips flicking over dark red nipples made several sets of breasts jutter visibly to the audience. The twins paid the price for being young, blonde and nude.
Slaves began to set the stage for the next caprice. Twelve naked beauties were being led in chains. Three of them were black. Time for the chariot ride. What Julia thought would be a dozen naked beauties being drug about the arena behind a couple of chariots was in error. The appearance of two very odd looking carts caught the audience's attention. They were hooked up to two chariots, “Flavious just what ingenious devilish devices have you cooked up this time?”
“Dear Julia, didn't I tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“Oh, yes, I didn't have time to tell you yet. These are those special Tong Carts. From the northern lands of the Chins. It seems that when Chin warlords conquer a village, the young women are gathered, usually after a long night of rape and pillage. Several of these carts are waiting. A list of names is read, and every young woman who didn't willingly give to the warlord's men are made to ride this thing back to his village. Naked in the Sun. Usually they are whipped as the carts bounce along. Needless to say, dear Julia, the girl's bare pussies are split on the sharp upper crest of that wedge shaped beam. You know, I might have known that the Chins would have invented these carts. Those wedges came from their lands. It would make sense that they would have a mobile device to punish a female. I had these brought at a great expense, I assure you. I plan to have six girls placed on each cart. Three groups of two tied face to face, breast to breast. Their bare cunts bouncing on those sharp crests.”
“Flavious... Dear Flavious... You really know how to entertain...”
“You are welcome as always dearest vestal Julia. But I trust that you will not be hostile towards me. As I plan to have your three lovelies bounce about on those carts as well as nine of my fine strong novices.”
“No bother, I assure you. They more than deserve the punishment.”
“Good. I wish you to stay the night again with me. I am planning a feast and orgy. I also have a special surprise for you with these two well fertilized slaves of ours...”
“Oh delightful, Flavious. What do you have in mind?”
“You'll see. I can tell you this that Mona will like what I have. It is a specialty from her former homeland, Nubia. It is quite old. I acquired it from a friend in Egypt. She assured me it is genuine. She even demonstrated it for me...”
“I am quite curious...” Flavious smiled at Julia and drank a hefty swallow of wine. Julia did the same smiling as she drank and letting some of it flow out of her mouth and down onto her breasts.
“Mona, clean up that messy wine from mistress Julia's breasts.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Lydia, you help, too.”
“Yes, Master. Mistress, I will help please you...”
The late afternoon Sun baked down on twelve helpless, nude slave girls bound to a simple, but painful cart. They weren't simply tied to it, they were in fact married to it. Its crest having its way with them, body and soul. As the chariots drug the heavy carts about the arena, the oiled women rubbed against each other. Bare breasts, some showing whip marks, bounced and friction nipple to nipple together. The girls wailed long and loud in agony. As their equally bare slits rose and fell against the sharp crested beams of the carts. These women had been bound in such a fashion as to force them to press their nude bodies together. Their backs had been arched against heavy struts. A wooden spreader had been placed between their ankles and each ankle bound to the spreader. Like the struts against their backs, it was heavy and awkward.
Two blondes from the Northern providence. Both were quite dusky and bronze from their exposure. Their nipples seemed to disappear on their chests due to long hours of labor in the hot Roman Sun. Even their bare and smooth clefts were as equally dark as their shoulders. These two had been bound differently. Only a single heavy strut had been used. One was placed between the two of them. At such an angle that it caused their bare breasts to rub on the wood instead of against one another. By the time their torture was finished, the two would display very red and easy to spot nipples. The constant rubbing effect, produced a very heavy orgasm between the two. Spasm followed spasm. The two squealed and gasped with abandon as they rode that rail. Julia's girls were not enjoying their little jaunt on the Tong Carts. Their wonderfully bare breasts bouncing and rubbing together. Mica and Marci seemed to be getting an extra hard bounce. The cart was earning its reputation for bringing the most stubborn of females into submission.
Mica and Monica's bare clits had became so red and sorely chaffed they could hardly breath. Merri's Cleft was burning now more with desire. She had been bound to a full breasted, brown hairdo beauty. Sporting quite exceptionally hard nipples. This brunette's nipples had become so erect and hard, that Merri didn't want to leave them. She could feel them pressing shameless against her own lovely breasts and nipples. The brown hairdo girl looked hard at Merri, “I want to feel your nipples against mine. The pleasure of it makes the hurt between my legs go away. I will want you to sleep with me tonight. Make girl love to me, sweetness...” With those words, the girl kissed Merri full on her lips. She felt her tongue move against hers.
“No. Please they'll flog us if we sleep together tonight!”
“What's a whipping, compared to exquisite pleasure?” The girl replied with a sultry whisper.
“I, I, am not sure...”
“I am a Roman woman. Sold into slavery here at the arena of pleasure because of a debt. I have felt the lash many times for the sake of my sexual pleasures.”
“I do not wish a flogging.”
“Never-no-mind that. You'll get one if the overseers decide to lash you. What is your name, girl?”
“Merri.”
“Mine is Diana. I am the fourth daughter of Pestilus. He sold me to him to pay off a debt he owed to Flavious. That man has had me several times. Usually following a flogging. It makes him real hard to see a Roman woman under the lash. I'll be a part of tonight's entertainment at his orgy. Join me. We can both be lashed tied together. He likes that. The last time he put me against that black Nubian of his, Mona. By the Gods, she has hard breasts.”
“The whip hurts more since we've been so exposed to the Sun...”
“Stop whimpering, it's hard to talk while we're bouncing about on this wedge... OH!” Her words were cut short by a sudden hard bounce of the cart. Merri nearly passed out. She felt the woman's hard nipples against hers. Diana gasped and let out a wail, “Stay with me, Merri...”
As the carts made their rounds, five crosses were being set into the ground. Who would be their prisoners tomorrow? The audience began to retire. Time to get ready for the evening orgy.
Flavious slapped both Lydia and Mona on their bare behinds. Lydia rubbed her butt and smiled sweetly to her Master. Sticking it out for another. He accommodate her. Whips snapped on lazy backs as the slaves prepared the arena for evening. Torches were being lit. More of them were being lit at Flavious' villa.