The Luna Switch

At Flavious' villa, the inside dining and entertainment gallery was a bustle of activity. Most of his guests were either nude or nearly so. A few of them had on tunics of red, blue, green or yellow. Dancing girls were swaying to and fro. Most of them nude. A few were wearing skimpy two piece garments or skirts with a vest. The men who danced did so mostly naked or with only a small pouch to contain their sex.
He had musicians from around the know world. Egypt, Rome, Athens, Phonecia, Crete, India, the Orient, and black Africa. Each one pounding out rhythms and beats both exotic and primitive.
There were large columns holding up the ceiling. To these were tied a few of the girls from today's arena activities. All of them were naked. A few had been flogged. More food was being served in huge quantities. All sorts of sweet meats, fruits, vegetables, hams, chickens, fish, and beef meat. Flavious had the best of cooks to prepare his food.
In the background were all sorts of chatter, music, dancing and the sounds of food being eaten and plates being rattled. His guests cheered as more food was brought. Some of them ate with abandon off the bodies of beautiful slave girls. With an obvious intent to take a break from the food and frolic, Flavious motioned to Julia to follow him. She did going down a long hallway that led to the lower catacombs.
As they descended she heard the whistling sound of a whiplash followed by a woman's scream. It was constant and in rhythm. The lash sounds and the woman's wailing grew louder. In a few moments, she saw the source of the sounds. It was Diana. Her body glistening in the dim torchlight. Her back laced with welts. Standing nude, bound spread in a wide `X' fashion in an archway, with her back toward Julia and Flavious.
The flogger spread its lashes across her back. Wrapping around to catch her exposed breasts. The stroke made them quiver. She tossed her head back and let out a scream. Again the whip scalded her nudity. A little lower this time. Just above her waist and slithering down to catch her cleft. The lips of her sex shamefully exposed, were puffy and red from her ride on the Tong Cart. Now the whip scored her womanhood with red laces.
Two more found the summits of her ass. Red welts had formed on those sweet curves. As she stood with spread legs, Flavious nodded for the flogger to send a couple of them up between her casually spread legs.
It produced a wet, slapping sound that made Diana rapidly suck in her breath and let it out. Vocalizing a throaty gasp. Diana twisted and writhed against the leather strands that held her wrists and ankles. Flavious held up his hand for the whipping to stop. He motioned for the whipper to take up another position. To attend to her front. Looking at Flavious, her hair disheveled and her body covered with sweat and welts. Diana smiled a lusty smile at him. She looked down and saw how hard his cock had become.
“Wanna fuck me, don't you? Animal!” She spit at him. Flavious just looked at her and with his mouth slightly open, he wiped off the corners. He looked at Julia who was openly fingering herself.
Diana chided, “Go ahead. Slide it inside of me. You can do it, Flavious, like you've done it many times before...”
“Whore! Slut! She dog of Rome! Lash her! Lash her breasts and sex! Punish the slut! Flog her!”
The whipper took up his lash and laid the thong across the sunburned summits of her already lashed breasts. They bounced and quivered under the blows. Diana wailed and screamed. Exhaling her breath through her teeth as she rolled up her eyes in pain.
Up between her legs the whip punished Diana's smooth sex. Making her jump and strain against her bonds. She was beginning to get drunk from the whip. Her focus was fading with the sheer hurt of the flogging. The lashes fell across her breasts and sex with such fury that both hurt equally at the same time.
Flavious held up his hand. Diana shook her head. Her body sweating and straining against her bondage. Looking at him with much more submission. She shook her head in a sobbing tone of voice, “No more. Please, Master, don't lash me anymore... Fuck me... Please fuck me my Master...”
Flavious removed the skimpy tunic that he had on. With his cock quite ready, he buried it into Diana's spread open cunt. He pumped her with such force that her breasts bobbled and jerked on her chest. They were quite red and laced with welts. All he wanted to do was fuck her until he came. Their loins slapped together as he pumped her. She was nearing a climax. After all, the whipping made her nipples and clitoris sting. This was having its effect on her, too. With a loud moan and gasp, Flavious came inside of Diana. She responded with a equally powerful orgasm. Her moans and whimpers mellowed with his grunts and sighs.
While he was still inside of her, he grabbed her hair. He spit into her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. She let out a gasp as he slid out of her. Her cunt was dripping with his spunk, “Be glad I have the mercy to fuck you. If I were you I'd be ever so grateful of your Master for not putting you on the bar for spitting in his face. That sore little cunt of yours wouldn't be able to take it for long on that hateful bar, now would it?”
She shook her head in a most negative way. Flavious told the guard who had been flogging her to go and get his Manta Tail whip. He nodded and left as Flavious spoke to Diana, “Now, I can't just let your spitting in my face go, can I?” She shook her head no, but slower. He continued, “You see, you did it in front of my guest, vestal Julia. Julia punishes her slaves for such an action, don't you Julia?”
“Most certainly, dearest Flavious.”
“With this I will give you a choice. But you must make a choice. If you don't I will impose all three punishments for you. And you wouldn't like that now would you?”
Again Diana shook her head negative. So Flavious continued his thought, “So, here is what you must choose. First, you can agree to set for two hours on the bar. With nipple clips and weights attached to them. Two, I can have Jano here flog you for another hour and then he can fuck you for at least another hour after that. Or, three, I can let my dear guest Julia here administer twenty lashes to you with the Manta Tail whip. After which you can return to your cell and bed down with her slave girl, Merri. Though I must admit that the Manta Tail does hurt a bit much. More so on already whipped and sunburned skin. Which shall it be Diana?”
Diana began to think. She didn't want to be flogged any more, even with more fucking. Another hour under the lash and she'd give up. That awful bar. She'd been on it before. Under normal circumstances, she could take that punishment, but that ride on the Tong Cart made her pussy so sore. It was now down to twenty with the Manta Tail. Though she'd never felt it, she heard Mona talk about it earlier today. She saw Mona's welts. They looked awfully angry and red.
“Well, Diana, I will give you until the count of ten. Then I will have all three done to you. One... Two... Three...” Diana was sweating even more than she did under the lash. She squirmed in her bonds. “Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... I told...”
“Master, I have chosen... Let it be the Manta's Tail. Please, have mistress Julia lash me with the Manta's Tail whip.”
“Very well. Mistress Julia, it seems that this mouthy Roman slut will accept a whipping from you. Twenty lashes I believe is the count. A goodly number with that whip. I don't recall using the Manta's Tail on you before, Diana. Do you know what kind of whip it is?”
“I am not sure, Master. I know that my sore pussy can't take that bar. It's still very sore from my ride on the Tong Cart. The flogging just had to stop. My sunburned skin felt like it was beginning to peel off under those strokes. It seemed the lesser of the evils, dear Master.”
Flavious looked at Julia, “Did I tell you how she came to be a slave girl?”
“No. She looks like a Espanna girl. Her skin is quite dusky and dark. Yet her hair is a lighter brown.”
“Yes. But she's Roman. Notice that her nipples seem to blend into her skin color. That's a sign of prolonged exposure to the Sun. An Espanna girl, like Charma, has nipples when exposed to the Sun for a long time become dark. She's from the Northern providence of Rome.”
“Yes... I see that now. Her eyes are between blue and brown. Quite lovely in fact...”
“Her father, or so she claims him to be, is Pestilus. She is suppose to be his fourth daughter. The old bastard couldn't sire a dwarf let alone four beautiful daughters. He owed me ten thousand pieces of silver for a special party he arranged. He never paid. I sent Brutis and Cleon over to collect from him. He slammed the door in their faces. I contacted some friends who have influence in the Senate and with the Emperor himself. Pestilus came over with two Praetorian guards at his back. He offered to pay some of the debt with gold and the balance with this girl he said was his fourth daughter. I accepted his offer. She is quite attractive with a fullness to her body.” Flavious began to caress Diana breasts. Playing with her nipples and tracing the red puffy lips of her sex, which were now quite wet. More so from his fingers than from her desire.
Julia used her fingertips to trace the lash marks on Diana's back. Stopping to kneed her firm ass cheeks. The palm of her hand cupping up between the girl's spread legs to her swollen, recently fucked sex.
Diana's nudity looked quite erotic spread in the flickering torchlight. Just enough light to show that she'd been flogged. Shinny side curves of her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Occasionally she would shift in her bonds, causing her breasts to sway this way or that. Allowing one viewing her from behind a peek at the erect tips of her nipples.
“You know, Julia, I knew this girl's mother. She was one of the most beautiful women in all of Rome. I remember her name was Antonia. Pestilus was not her only husband. She was married first to a Senator named Trackius. Being quite a bit older than her, he died three years after they were married. She had a daughter by him, named Romanna. Later she married a centurion named Lieucentias. He was killed in the fourth Spana uprising. They never had any children. Her third husband, a wealthy merchant from the North, Marcivious, lived long enough to give her two more children. Both of them girls, Chrissanda and Ariel. He ended up lost in a storm at sea. No trace of him was ever found. Finally she married Pestilus. It was bad from the start. She married him for wealth. And, because she'd been deemed cursed at having so many husbands who died. It was obvious that she didn't love him. I firmly believe that she never slept with him. Antonia did have eyes for a handsome young apprentice of Marcivious' named Flavious...”
“You?! Don't tell me Diana is your daughter!”
“No she isn't. I'm not sure I'd ever loved Antonia. In fact, I think I hated her. She wouldn't sleep with me. At least until after she became pregnant with Diana.”
“Who is Diana's real father?”
“According to Antonia, it was Zurellas the Gladiator. Apparently, she stripped herself naked and joined in with the street whores who were hired to sleep with the gladiators. Being singled out for amusement by the overseer, he strung her up for a flogging. Zurellas watched as she was being lashed. The sight of her nudity writhing under the whip excited him beyond his usual desires. When her flogging was completed, he asked to have her brought to him. He used her fully and without any display of affection. In short, he simply fucked her. She'd aroused him while he watched her being lashed. When she went home that next day, she staggered in, naked. Claiming that she was falsely arrested for being a thief and was flogged by one of the jailers. When Pestilus looked into the matter, there was no record of her arrest. He laughed at the poor abilities of the local guards to keep records of arresting an attractive woman. Sometimes the bastard would joke amongst his friends that she'd deserved the flogging for not properly identifying herself as a Roman patrician. It was later on that one of the street whores found Antonia's dress. She took it to Pestilus' house, returning it in hopes of a reward. In the course, Pestilus fucked her. He then learned from the street whore the truth behind Antonia's story. The whore got her reward, several gold coins. Pestilus arranged another sort of punishment for his unfaithful wife. When she was shopping at the bizarre, a couple of soldiers came up to her. They'd planted a small statue inside her cloak. Pretending to have been called by one of the merchants to check out Antonia's attempted theft. The lie she told her husband, was now coming to pass. They arrested her and put her in the dungeon with the other criminals. When she clamored her innocence, the jailer, a brute of a man came over and shook his whip at her. Telling her to keep silent. Antonia protested and wailed as other criminals and street sluts came over and fondled her. The jailer, annoyed with her yelling and protesting, opened up the cell and pulled her out. He motioned for assistance to strip this thief and put her against the whipping post. He'd make an example of her. With swishing lashes, the whip wrapped itself about Antonia's slender nudity. He delivered her forty such strokes in all. She hung naked and limp from the whipping post. Her case was found guilty. For that she got another whipping and a day on the cross. This husband of hers finally came up to her as she hung nude on a cross near the outskirts of Rome. Her arms out-stretched and bound to the crosspiece. Her legs tied behind the upright crossed at the ankles. Her legs, somewhat spread revealing her bare Mons to anyone caring to look. The weight of her body resting on a round peg inserted so as to bisect the cleft of her sex. Her naked breasts, whip-streaked, glistened and bobbled as she sobbed. Her lovely hair blowing in the warm breeze. She was sweating, crucified naked in the hot Roman Sun...”
“Wow, you know a lot about what happened to Antonia. How did you come to know so much detail of this story?”
“I was the only one who tried to defend her... When she was found guilty, I protested all that I could. I pleaded for a lighter sentence... The judge would have granted my wish had I been her husband. Since her husband arranged the whole thing, he left it be. She was to be lashed and crucified. I was looking up at her hanging on the cross. Her husband showed up. He looked at her and not at me. I remember his words, they are burned into my memory. He told her how unlucky she was at having been caught stealing twice. How lucky she really was at being allowed to go free when the Sun goes down. He looked up and squinted at the intense Sun.
He then focused back on her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. He glanced at me standing there. With a slight smile that curved up the corners of his mouth, he pointed to Antonia's bisected cleft. Speaking as if her lovely sex was an object and not of her as woman and his wife. `That cunt seems to fuck everything, including this cross, more than it does me. And, I'm its husband! The problem is that it's attached to a whore and a thief. You know what, brother?' I hated him for calling me brother. `I had the last say so! She's hanging there now because of her lies. Her deceitful lies! Oh, yes, to look at her suffering naked in the Sun. Whipped and crucified for all to see. Leaves me feeling a bit triumphant. I will tell you this, you street whore. To offer yourself to be whipped and used for the amusement of arena gladiators is not my idea of a good wife! Oh, it was one of your sister whores, Felina, she fucks nicely like I am sure you do, who told me about your antics. That is why you are here now. Keeping up with your own injustice. Making your factious lie actually happen to you. Only as a supposed second offense, I had you crucified as well as lashed. One more thing, wife turned Roman whore and now back to wife again, when you are set free make your way back home. Naked of course. Beg me to let you into the house. Prey that I don't let you go back to the streets as a naked whore, fresh from the cross...' With these words he left her. She looked up into the sky and cried heavy sobbing tears. I wanted to put my sword through him right there. But, the thought of dying for no end stopped me. If the child inside of her was mine, I'd have probably killed him. But to a degree the bastard was right. She should have slept with me and not went off whoring.”
“Pestilus actually had her punished because of her lies more than her actions? This child inside of her, though, she shouldn't have been so severely punished being pregnant. Was he aware that she was pregnant?”
“No. But, I have always felt that this caused her to die giving birth to this one. I wanted a child by her, but not to be. Zurellas' daughter she is. I disliked Zurellas he wouldn't give any consideration for Antonia when I told him of what happened. He was convinced that I was lying. The woman he'd seen being flogged and the same one he fucked afterwards was just a street whore. Nothing more or less. Why should he give up his gold for a baby that sprang from the belly of a street whore? I asked him if he cared for the child. He only told a foul joke. Something about a whore having a piglet for a baby. I glared at him and left. I remember his laughter echoing in the inner halls of the arena in Rome. I'd promised myself that I would only have shows that amuse and excite audiences when I owned an arena. As it was, Antonia grew pregnant and she died giving birth to Diana here. Pestilus sent Antonia's daughters, all of them off to her sister, Appalonia, in Pompallos. Antonia's sister was a madam. Needless to say, the girls received a explicit education. But, by rights they are daughters of Pestilus. A wealthy Roman merchant.”
Julia shook her head in amazement. Diana swallowed hard and shifted slowly in her bonds. She sighed and looked as if she would cry. Was Flavious' story about her mother true?
By this time the guard returned handing the Manta's Tail whip to Flavious. He bowed his head and started to leave when Flavious stopped him, “Wait, Jano. Hang this slut up in the dining gallery. Julia will deliver her strokes while she dangles before the crowd.”
Diana began to sob and protest, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Julia and Flavious, now both quite naked, walked arm and arm back up to the gallery. Chatting idly as they walked. They heard the noise from the orgy getting louder as they neared the hall. Within a few minutes, a suspended Diana hung high enough for all to see. Nude and glistening with her arms wide and cuffed by the wrists from a bar hanging down from the ceiling. Her ankles equally spread and cuffed on a bar that was anchored by a chain to the floor. In her mouth was a shinny bit to gag her. It made her slobber like an animal.
“My dear guests, you see before you one of the girl's from today's show. She's been a naughty and insolent slave girl and deserving of punishment. I have given the honor to our revered guest, the vestal Julia. Julia has agreed for the amusement of you all to whip her while she is fully nude also. Julia feeling the spirit of our show, yesterday submitted to a lashing from me. Notice how she displays my handiwork. Her body full and exotically striped by the lash. She will use the very same whip on this girl hanging before you. It is my special whip. A gift from Nelifa of Egypt. The fabled Manta Tail whip.”
The audience gasped and applauded as Julia uncoiled the whip and held it in the air. Turning slowly to show off both the whip and her lovely stripes. An area had been cleared enough for Julia to swing the whip. She tested the space and swung the whip a few times snapping it in the air. In a overhead arc, she brought the whip across Diana's sunburned shoulders. What must have been nearly inhuman strength, Diana's body tensed enough to make the leather creak.
The only sound was the swishing hiss of the whip slicing the air. Its wet sounding impact on her skin. Followed by the strain of the leather cuffs. Diana must have held her breath for the first stroke. After she'd let it out, only a muted wail escaped from around the bit in her mouth. The whip clung to her. Julia pulled the thing off of her dragging it slowly. Diana jerked and twisted in pain. She let out another stifled wail.
By now the audience had a chance to murmur and whisper to themselves. Commenting about her lush nudity swaying to and fro ready for another stroke. Not in any mood to disappoint the onlookers, Julia took her position for delivering another stroke. This one was a side arm slice. Hissing and whirring the evil length wrapped itself about and over Diana's sun-drenched breasts. Her nipples had been struck fully on. Both of Diana's breasts bulged on each side of the wicked lash. It gripped them good. Sending a burning scald deep into Diana's very being. In a futile display, Diana twisted and undulated her body. A vain effort to dislodge the lash which clung firmly to her breasts. Her head shaking back and forth. Not a sound came from her. Julia once again slowly drug the whip off Diana's bare breasts. When it fell free, her breasts swayed to and fro. Bouncing away from the painful grip of the whip. Diana sucked in a deep breath, then let out a pitiful wail against her bit. This stroke had taken her breath away.
One guest, a pretty blonde who was having her nipples licked clean by a young man who'd put jelly on them. Blinked her eyes and licked her lips as she saw Diana's nipples swell up red from the painful stroke. She winced and looked at the young man and told him to bit her nipples. Carlos who was holding a black slut on his lap, looked up at Diana being lashed. Slipping his cock into the girl's wet cunt made him groan. He grew even harder as Julia delivered another stroke. This one from below. In an well-gauged upward stroke, Julia landed her third lash squarely into Diana's bare sex. The Manta's Tail, shinny and supple, slithered its very tip up inside the suffering girl. Striking her clitoris fully on its sensitive tip. This stroke clung, but not very long. It fell away leaving a very angry red line on her neither lips.
Diana jerked in nearly uncontrolled spasms. Before the whip fell away, she let out a guttural gasping sound that made most of the audience shiver. Tossing her head back she gasped long and painfully. Her body twisting and swaying erotically in the air. Julia smiled and looked about her. The audience was enthralled at her accuracy with that whip.
She looked into the eyes of several of the female guests. They looked back at her as if she was a cruel overseer. At one young girl, she stepped over to her and held her face. Smiling at her sweetly. Then with a ferocity that even made Flavious nervous, she glared at the girl, “Want some of this, sweetness? Think of it. Wrapping around your firm breasts. Scoring your nipples. I'll bet you'd like one up between your legs like the one just delivered to her? Wouldn't ya?!”
Looking about the room, she eyed a sultry Nubian girl having her sex licked by a young blonde girl, “You! You there the black bitch with the big nipples. Stand up with your arms in the air and show these happy guests how an African takes a whipping!”
The black woman stood up naked. Proudly showing off her large swollen breasts. Making eye contact with Julia, she raised her arms and spread them in the air. Her breasts rose upward as she did this. Slowly turning her back to Julia, she looked back over her shoulder. Julia noticed the full side curves of her bare breasts undulating as she moved. A whistling crack of the whip made it wrap itself around the girl's breasts. Like it did on Diana, the whip clung. The black girl obviously holding back a scream, bit her lips. She held her arms forcefully above her head. Fighting a urgent desire to reach down and uncoil the wicked whip. Using a simple flick of the whip handle, Julia uncoiled it from the girl's swollen breasts. Like it had happened with Diana, as the whip slithered away, her breasts bobbled, swayed and bounced.
The black girl hopped up and down a bit with the pain. This also caused her breasts to flop up and down. Their tips standing ridged and hard. In its wake, the lash scored a nasty red ribbon across the girl's full nipples.
The black girl fought back a scream with a lip-biting effort.
“Want another, African girl?” The black girl lowered her arms and crossed them over her whipped breasts. She showed less defiance than before. In a all to quick motion, she shook her head no.
With a smile, Julia replied, “I didn't think so, bitch. Anyone else for a dose of this hefty lash? Now, I expect to hear some cheers and see a few happy faces enjoying the display of womanhood here being lashed for your amusement. This is hard work snaking this slave-girl. I'm not just a hired overseer. I expect support and respect! Not sympathy for this slut, understand?”
The guests now applauded and cheered Julia as she continued the whipping of Diana. The gallery now echoed with resounding thwacks from the Manta's Tail. Loud applause and cheers immediately followed these from the guests. This overlapped the wails, gurgles, gasps and screams of the tormented girl hanging from the ceiling. As the whipping neared the end, the audience was becoming quite excited. More couples began fucking. In some instances women fondled each other. Some of the revelry involved men doing each other. It was the final four strokes that delivered Diana into the heat of a brewing orgasm. In all likely-hood only Flavious and Julia sensed the girl's nearing orgasm. An full resounding scream from the black girl that Julia had whip-stroked, captured the attention of several guests including Julia and Flavious. As the girl was being fucked fully by one of the yearling gladiators, he began twisting and pinching her whip-swollen nipples. Julia smiled and returned her focus to the dangling Diana.
Flavious noticed that his sultry guest, Julia was bathed in sweat. Almost as much as Diana glistening in the flickering torches that lit the large gallery. Naked bodies were everywhere. These final strokes were delivered again to Diana's more sensitive parts. It was the next stroke that brought her to orgasmic boil. Diana felt the very blood in her veins become hot. Her sex throbbed with pulsing quivers. Wails that usually could be heard above the guests, now became deep heaving moans. The girl was having an orgasm. Stroke followed stroke on breast, butt, back, thighs, and sex. Sending her howling and moaning into deeper orgasm.
As the final stroke fell away, Diana lapsed into a faint.
Flavious ordered her lowered and revived. Julia began to coil up the whip. She took a deep breath and let it out. Wiping the sweat off of her brow. Looking a Flavious she smiled. As he looked at her erect nipples, Julia smiled and commented “Whew. I could use a bath. Want to join me, Flavious?”
“Yes. Splendid idea.” He clapped, Lydia and Mona lifted their heads. Their tongues had been buried in each others sex the whole time Diana was being whipped. His eyebrows narrowed, “You two. I might have known. Which one of you started this tongue action?”
They both looked at each other and smiled. Mona pointed at Lydia. Lydia pointed at Mona. The two giggled.
“You two randy bitches. Julia and I will show you a thing or two. You two won't be so full of giggles when you see what I have in store for you! Now be spry both of you and prepare a bath for Julia and myself. Also, have Georgia and Clarice gather her brood to prepare the main bath for our guests. Get busy or you'll be carrying out my orders with some serious welts on your backs, butts, and breasts. Go now and be quick about it!”
The two girls scurried naked with breasts bobbing and feet slipping on the polished stone floor. Lydia almost slipped and fell down. Her foot squeaking on the mirror like floor. Julia gave a snicker as she handed Flavious the whip, “Aren't they just like children? Having a slave is like having a child. They need protection and direction both at the same time.”
“True, Julia. But one major difference. You can have sex with a slave, but not with your child!”
A guest perked her head up. Looking at Flavious, she smiled and licked her lips fondling a young nude boy, “Speak for yourself, dear Flavious.”
In a whisper to Julia, “I really don't like this thing of sex with children. I think our society is wrong in doing so. I know, some of the most influential patrons of Rome have young slaves of both sexes. It's just not right...”
Julia looked at the woman who was now sucking on the boy's hairless cock. Focusing back on Flavious she commented, “I prefer mature slaves with full breasts and healthy cocks.”
“Julia? Ever had a man-woman?”
“Oh, one of the hermaphrodites?”
“Yes. I guess that's what you call them. Different aren't they?”
She shrugged her shoulders. A male slave had just finished wiping her off with a damp towel. Taking up a couple of cushions she resumed her seat next to Flavious. He toyed with her erect nipples as Julia drank thirsty on a full cup of wine. It made her feel lightheaded. Lydia returned to inform Flavious that their private bath was ready and the large pool was also now ready for his guests. Standing up, Flavious announced to his guests that the pool was available if they needed a bath. He warned them not to used it as a toilet or they'd pay with their skins.
Julia and Flavious entered his private bath chambers. Mona and Lydia were already in the deep blue water. Five other slave girls waited naked with towels and other accessories for their comfort. A small orchestra was playing with harps, flutes, and chimes. A gentle warm rhythm.
“The water is warm and fine, Flavious. Oh, how wonderful it is to have you as my friend. You let me whip your slave girls and now bath with you. All for a few gold coins and the use of my Lydia.”
“Julia darling. I must admit that you are looking your peak. Vestal or not, you are very attractive. I was getting hard watching you whip Diana as much as I was watching Diana writhe under the whip.”
Flavious reached for Julia and embraced her with a scissors hold of his legs. Playfully, she shoved him away and swam towards Lydia. Mona and Lydia were in full embrace with breasts flattening nipple to nipple as they kissed. The four of them swam for quite some time. Enlisting the aid of the slaves standing about for massages and some mild stimulation. It was after a short time that Flavious sent a couple of the little nymphs after some food.
One of the girl's was assigned as a taster. The food was superb. As they sat near the edge of the pool eating and drinking. Flavious called to Julia with another of his lusty ideas. This one involved Mona and Lydia. The dark hairdo urchin that had tasted their food stood holding a wicked looking switch. Mona's eyes focused on it and her lower lip quivered. It was a Luna Switch.
“I tell you, Julia, Nelifa has the best collection of torture instruments in the entire world. I thought Rome was the most complete place source. No way can Rome keep up with Alexandria. Especially, Nelifa's private collection. She gave me this switch. Look at Mona, she knows what it is.”
Julia looked at Mona's eyes grow large with concern. She never seemed to take her eyes off the limber limb. Flavious snapped his fingers, both Mona and the urchin jumped, “Look closer at it, Julia. Notice the polished horn where the main part of the switch is fitted. That is a water buffalo's horn. See how it curves and fits the hand. Touch your bare cleft with the end of the horn. Go ahead, it won't bite you as long as you are holding it...” He chuckles to himself.
Julia put it gently against her cleft. Letting the sharp end of the horn press into her ridged clitoris. She voiced a soft whimper, “Stings a bit on the sharp end, doesn't it? Mona tell mistress Julia about this switch. Tell her also, how old it really is.”
“It looks brand new, Flavious.”
Mona cleared her throat. She walked cautiously toward mistress Julia. It was obvious that she was afraid of the switch, “Mistress. This is a Luna Switch. Known in nearly all the tribes of Africa as `A Woman's Word'. It is made from the sacred Jabbina tree. The switch is cut in a ceremony of the full Moon. By a virgin girl who is showing her first blood. She places the cut end of the switch inside of her to split her virgin's flesh. The fresh blood from her giving is then run along the entire length of the switch. It is then placed into a special horn from a water buffalo that has been killed in the full Moon by the same virgin. She uses the body of the buffalo to make the glue that holds the switch in the horn. Until the glue mixes with her virginal blood, the switch will not remain in the horn. Only true virgins with pure blood can make the glue that holds the Luna Switch firmly inside the horn. In the Nubian tribes, a woman to punish another woman or girl uses this switch. It is controlled by the men and is handed to a woman who wins an argument with another woman. Only if she is granted the right to punish another woman or girl. The rules are strict about its use. The woman who is doing the punishing must be completely naked. As is the woman who is being punished. There can be nothing on either of them. Clothing, jewelry, dirt, paint, oil, food, absolutely nothing what so ever. When both women are declared fully naked and clean, the switch is handed to the one who is to punish. The one to be punished is held by her wrists and ankles by other fully nude women. When the sign is given the punisher applies the supple switch to the bare nipples of the other girl. The strokes are well spaced. There is no hurry. One girl punishes the other girl takes it. That is all. There is much pain to the girl who is being switched. I have seen this punishment delivered three times in my tribe. I received it once. The girl who whips has been trained not to split a girl's nipples. I received it once not as punishment, but during training on how to use the switch. It is part of a woman's development to acquire skills with the Luna Switch.”
Julia swished it in the air. It's quite supple and full of flexibility. It's easy to use, too easy.
Mona continues to show the switch to mistress Julia. Pointing out its construction. Julia listens to Mona and flicks it here and there as she speaks, “It is also said that the blood of the virgin who cut the switch keeps the switch forever supple. This one is at least eight thousand years old.”
“Eight thousand years..!? How do you know this is so?”
“Look at the switch, mistress. See the ebbs on the outer bark. The tree that produced this switch is about twelve thousand years old. This tree lives a very long time. Some are suppose to be over a million years old. The bark of this tree is from a young tree. The youngest tree that has ever been found by my tribe is now more than twenty thousand years old. Just before my capture, I was allowed to witness the ceremony that makes a Luna Switch. This switch is most surely of Nubian origin.”
“You are very informative, sweet Mona.”
“It is said that if the one who applies the switch is not fully naked, it will cut the nipples of the girl she punishes. If this happens, then there is an injustice. The rolls switch and the girl who was to be punished now does the punishing. It is further said that if a girl wishes to use the switch on another girl for an untrue reason or a lie, the switch will cut the other girl's nipples with only a mere touch. The rolls will then change. The switch will be used on the deceitful one. Lastly, only a purely clean, nude woman can apply the switch with the proper effect. A man cannot apply it. It will cut a nipple with just a touch by him and it will then make his balls become hot. He will have to stroke himself off to make the fire go away. Fucking won't do, only by stroking himself can he be set free of the hurt. It is also said that if he strokes himself off in front of the girl he was going to switch, it will cool off faster for him...”
Julia found herself fascinated by the pure lust of Mona's story. Her mind began to work like Flavious',
“Flavious. I have an idea for a very lusty, private display. First, let me test this story of Mona's.”
She motioned for one of the urchins to come over to her. The girl crossed her hands over her nipples and shook her head. This girl had very large breasts. Just right for what she had in mind. Reluctantly, she moved towards Julia, “Put your arms up, girl. I order you.”
“Do it, Lustina!” Flavious ordered. The girl raised her arms above her head. Julia stood up fully bare-naked. Freshly washed. She looked at the girl and said she wanted to strike her nipples. For no real fault of her own, just that she wanted to. With a firm stance, she brought the switch across the girl's hefty bare nipples with a single deft slice. It dented the twin perks with a firm SWIT that sounded like it hit a wet piece of cloth. As the limb was pulled away, her nipples regained their original shape. For a moment, they looked as if nothing had happened. Then with a sudden pang of fire, a ruby red welt appeared across them. The girl squealed. She went into a proxy of suffering. But her nipples weren't split. Julia was completely nude and her reasons for applying the switch were truthful.
Motioning to the other urchin to step forward, Julia readied her switch. First she laid it down. She then went into the water. Not drying herself off after she got out. Putting on only a small towel over her head. She picked up the switch and motioned the girl forward. This girl was most reluctant to obey. Flavious shouted an order to the girl, “Honey, obey your mistress or I'll have you skinned with the Manta's Tail!”
The girl shuffled over to mistress Julia who chided her in an accusing tone, “Look here you little bitch, I saw you fucking my Lydia! Now I am going to punish you!”
This was a pure lie. She knew it. Taking up the same position as before, the girl put her hands over her head. Julia arranged things. Bringing the switch on high she lightly struck the girl's pointing nipples.
In what seemed only a fraction of the force she'd used on Lustina, the girl's nipples fairly bounced with a tap of the switch. As before, it seemed as if nothing would happen. With a high pitched scream. The girl grabbed her nipples. Some blood spurted between her fingers. They'd been split. It wasn't a lot of blood and the girl squealed more out of fright than hurt. Julia's mouth dropped open. She looked at the whip in her hand. Shaking her head, she handed the switch to the slave girl as if she were in a trance.
Spreading her legs, and putting her hands up and behind her head, Julia thrust her breasts forward. The slave girl taking the switch took aim and let it slice down across both of Julia's firm nipples. Again a stroke dug deeply into her buds. Again and again the switch sliced the air. Striking Julia's bare nipples making them bounce and swell in red pain. Julia never flinched. Stroke followed stroke. Flavious looked on with horror and was powerless to interfere. It was Mona who cried out a Nubian word, that no one had ever heard before. It broke the spell.
Julia let out a powerful scream and clutched her switched nipples. The slave girl was handing the whip to Mona. Her nipples were now quite cured. Lustina's nipples were still streaked and sore. Flavious looked at Mona and motioned Lydia to come over and soothe her mistress' sore nipples. Lydia sucked on them with both lust and care. Looking at Flavious, Julia had a sheepish smile on her face. Her fingers soothed her sore nipples as well as Lydia's wonderful tongue.
“The last thing I remember was seeing the blood on Honey's nipples. Then I woke up with my nipples burning under the switch. What happened?”
Mona was right. The switch is powerful. “Julia, what did you have in mind for this switch?”
“Mona. Mona! Lydia. Lydia! How are your nipples doing tonight, you naughty girls?”
The two slave girls, Honey and Lustina looked at each other and smiled. The orchestra played softly on. Looking for all the world like an innocent plaything, the Luna Switch rested on the stones near the pool. It sparkled in the torchlight.