Breasts... Stones... Nettles

The cool waters soothed Julia's hurt nipples. She eyed the wicked limb near the water's edge. In her mind she wondered how many sets of nipples suffered under its hard bite. Breaking her mind drift, Julia outlined her plan, “Okay, here is my idea. Mona, you will come before your Master and ask to punish Lydia's nipples. You find them saucy and deserving of a scalding under the switch. Because you desire to hurt Lydia for being a pregnant blond slut. Also, because not only do you wish to switch her perky nipples, but Lydia also enjoys the switch. Which is no lie she truly does. Lydia, you will go to Master Flavious and agree with these words. Allowing Mona to punish your ridged little buds with that switch. Honey and Lustina, you and those two over there...” She snapped her fingers at the two girls who stood stupidly listening to her.
“Gretchen and Ebony.” Flavious answered automatically.
“Yes. Gretchen and Ebony along with...” She snaps her fingers at the other girl.
“Felina.” Master Flavious adds.
“Felina. Take hold of Lydia. Hold her spread eagle. Grip her tightly. Hold her spread and ready for the switch. Mona, does that switch do awful things if you use it on her cunt?”
“No. Its main purpose is to be used on bare nipples. I am not aware of anything special happening if it is used on a girl's bare cleft. Other than to make it hurt. Oh, yes, I must remind you that the horn can be used on the girl being punished. It will make her want to fuck anything for a period of one full Moon. I don't mean a simple desire to fuck. I mean a compulsion to take a sound fucking from as many males or phallic symbols as she can find.” Mona replied in a matter of fact tone of voice.
“Oh, Good, even better!” Julia really liked this idea.
“It is a relentless compulsion once she's had the horn inserted into her.” Mona added as a toss out.
“You don't say?” Julia was tolerant of this interruption.
“As a matter of fact. A full horn from the Cape buffalo.”
“No kidding. I'll be darned.” Julia gave off a smile that suggested no more interruptions.
“True to form.” Flavious smiled.
“I was afraid of some weird reaction.” Julia muttered.
The slave girls looked at each other and shrugged. Julia pointed to Mona, “Now, approach your Master, Mona. Say to him what I have told you to say. Lydia, go and stand beside Mona.”
Telling her Master what Julia had told her to say, left him ready willing to comply with the plan. Lydia confirmed Mona's desires to punish her. Flavious had a small alternate plan that would add some spice to this unfolding scene, “I see dear Mona. But first you must undergo a Roman test of valor. You and Lydia will oil each other to a sheen. Then with a signal from me, you will wrestle nude in that area with more oil put on the floor. Standing up will be a task for you both. Whoever pins the other wins the right to nipple whip the other. Fair?”
Julia smiled and nodded her agreement. The two slaves nodded. So did all the rest present. It seemed acceptable to all, Flavious nodded, “Good. Set up the special oil pool. You two prepare one another. Naked combat is good for the soul. Right, dear Julia?”
“Most indeed true, dear Flavious.”
Within a short time the two girls were coming to grips with each other. Enjoying their grappling and fondling of their private parts, Mona used her fingers to probe Lydia's smooth cleft. Lydia used her fingers to find Mona's sensitive ass-hole. Wet and oiled, the two explored different ways to make each other climax. Lydia tried to rub her nipples on Mona's but they only slipped and slithered across Mona's glistening chest. Lydia felt the erect tips of Mona's nipples brushing over her chest and slippery but quite naughty against her own firm buds.
The girls gripped and slipped in each other's grasp. In one position, Lydia managed to slide her nipple nearly into Mona's wet oily sex. It felt hot inside of Mona. She tried to slide more of her ample breast into Mona's slit. In a vane effort to keep the girls in line, Flavious stood, quite nude himself, holding a three thong training whip. He flicked it across Lydia's back. It clung and made the girl screw her mouth up in pain. He pulled it away and left a scarlet set of three lines across her naked back.
Lydia still pressed her breast firmly into Mona's wet cunt. The tip of her nipple felt quite hot and it began to tingle. She wondered if she'd been feeling the same sensations that a man felt when he was inside a woman. Her nipple was sensitive. Was it as sensitive as the end of a man's cock? Mona to say the least felt a pang of erotic passion as Lydia tried to press her large breast deeper into Mona's sex. The women struggled with their passions as much as they struggled with themselves. A quite well delivered flick of his thong, Flavious had caught Mona in a wrap that stung her left nipple. She squealed and jerked to free her bud from the chafe of the rawhide. Her dark skin shinning in erotic spender. The tip of her left nipple turning a deep red at the mercy of the harsh whip.
Bare breasts now suffering from exposure to three strips of rawhide. Shuddered and undulated about as if they had a mind of their own. Trying to escape the sting of the lash. Due in part to fatigue, Lydia had to lift herself up so that her breast slid out of Mona's cleft. Her nipple looked exceptionally agitated and erect. Wet now not only from the oils, but from the moisture that was pure Mona. A very glutton, Lydia worked her other breast into a position to slide down into Mona's sex. This time, Flavious took special aim and brought a firm whip-stroke down onto Lydia's bare back. She lunged forward and with a quite hard downward thrust of her breast waiting against Mona's cunt.
This did it. Lydia's breast slithered into Mona's gaping slit with relative ease. Her entire right breast was lodged inside of Mona. Mona's opening closed tightly over Lydia's boob. Both girls looked in wide eyed surprise. Anatomically this was impossible. Even Julia straightened up. She couldn't believe this really happened. The five other slave girls were in a tether. Giggling and rubbing their own nipples together. One of them, Gretchen tried to put her breast into Ebony. A kind of mock contrast of blonde and black Nubian, like the two locked breast to cunt in the oil pit. Flavious couldn't believe this really happened. He snapped the whip across Lydia's back, but she was firmly inside of Mona's cunt.
Even with the obvious humor of the situation, to Lydia a discomfort was settling in. Her breast felt like it was inside of a shrinking leather bag. Thinking back, she remembered hearing other slave girls talk of being punished by being sewed into freshly skinned leather hides. Hung up in the Sun while the hide would shrink and squeeze them something awful. Mona felt fully engorge with Lydia's full breast forcing her cunt to expand. In her deepest memories, she recalled stories of women being placed on large almost mushroom shaped prongs. Sometimes their Masters would fist fuck them until their cunts would stretch and hang loose. With a tingling feeling, Mona felt a warm fluid building up inside of her. Lydia was wet with milk. Mona's shrinking cunt was squeezing some of it out of her now.
It could be attributed to a well placed blow of Flavious' three thong. But as the thongs settled over Lydia's exposed nipple, it made her jerk in pain. With a sucking smack of wet flesh adjusting itself to the air. Lydia's breast popped free. Wet once again with the juices of Mona's lusty sex. Julia let out a snivel and shook her head. She thought she'd seen it all tonight.
Flavious ordered Honey and Lustina out of the oil pool. Barking orders to all five of them, he ordered Mona and Lydia scrubbed clean with special shampoos. After a refreshing swim and more food, the action continued. Lydia's right breast was a bit red from its encounter with Mona's vagina. Lydia in a soft tease of a voice, noted that maybe Mona's baby wanted to suck on her nipple. They all had to chuckle at that! Both girls now completely squeaky clean. Stood ready for their ultimate challenge. With that bizarre encounter with Lydia's breast, gave a lot of truth to Mona's accusation of Lydia's impudent nipples.
Picking up the switch, Julia handed it to Mona. Lustina and Honey were elected to hold onto Lydia's wrists. Gretchen and Ebony gripped and spread her legs. Felina stepped behind and held Lydia's arms and using her own legs forced Lydia to stand in a spread eagle. Mona took up her position. With careful aim, she held the switch ready. These strokes fell as if in slow motion. A steady back stroke produced a firm slice of the switch. It was a simple wet kind of sound. Like that of water being struck. Again, the tell tail dent across Lydia's bare nipples. They sprang back up pushing the rod involuntarily with them.
As if nothing was any different, Mona lifted the switch back up. Renewing her previous position. Again the awful whisking sound. Followed by the wet sounding SNICK of ancient wood against soft girl flesh. Two nipples again shoved the wood upward as they popped back to regain their normal appearance.
Another renewal of positions. A swift slice of wood through the air. A sore but still normal looking set of nipples held fast to their task of tossing off wooden intruders. For what seemed like forever, this action became almost repetitive. A high born switch. Two impacted nipples. A slight jerk of Lydia's chest. And the whole darned thing began again.
It was almost euphoric. Like nothing else in the world could ever happen. What did however, happen, was that Lydia had finally caught her breath. This switch had from the get go, literally knocked the wind out of her. The open gape that was her mouth and the wild rolling of her eyes were the tell tail signs of pain that went surprisingly unnoticed. It happened in a split second. Lydia's chest heaved a deep breath of air. A high pitched careening scream poured out of this wonderful girl. Enough for Julia to cover her ears. It made Mona stoop her switching for a few moments. The orchestra stopped playing its tender harp music. Flavious even covered his ears.
The five slave girls held her fast. In spite of her strong struggles. Lydia shook her nudity in such a way that both of her breasts swayed to and fro. As if by magic. Two delightful nipples, erect and healthy turned a bright crimson. Sending a pulsing pain coursing through their owners. In the course of history for Mona, Lydia was the first blonde, or for that matter, white woman to be subjected to the Luna Switch. I guess that a woman's race was of no matter. What did matter was if she could accept the switching.
Nubian women had been educated to accept such pain on their bare nipples. No known school had been started to tell a girl how to react to raw pain of this magnitude. Lydia was doing quite well. She'd regained some of her composure. From appearances she was settling back to receive more of these awful nasty slashes from the Luna Switch. It felt literally like a knife was being drawn across her bare nipples.
Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to get use to what was nothing more than snot slinging pain. To gaze at her nipples, actually looking quite healthy, it became hard to understand the fuss. Positions were again taken. The switch was on high once more and another series of deft strokes found bare nipples all exposed and waiting. Like troopers lined up for the onslaught. Lydia's nipples repelled the invader into their space with pride. It was obvious that both breasts and nipples were most unhappy with the attack. Never the less, they pouted their sassy bounce and braved the attack.
It was Lydia's tears that melted Mona's heart. She knew that Lydia couldn't hold out much longer. Why, she herself, fainted with the first six when she was a young girl. Looking at her red, puffy eyes, Mona grimaced at Lydia and gently cupped her breasts into the palms of her hands. Not realizing that Lydia's left nipple brushed against the awful horn of the switch. It vibrated as if it was being tweaked.
Mona at the orders of Julia, took up her position again. With a high arc, the switch sliced the nipples squarely on. Keeping with Nubian tradition, to slow up was to show remorse and mercy, she rapidly sliced Lydia at least thirty more times. This caused the blonde to slobber and gasp. She coughed and struggled against firm hands that held her in place. How could Mona be so accurate with this switch against her bouncing nipples. No matter as to how, the fact is that she scored a hit every time. Her throbbing nipples pounding to jump off of her chest and escape the relentless switch. It came in a complete flood. Blow after blow was so unceasingly accurate against her red, turgid nipples. Lydia formed words that didn't make it out of her mouth.
Mona was in her Nubian rhythm now. Ironically the orchestra behind her began a primitive beat of the drums. Almost in time with the blows of the switch. How could any woman give herself up to such a switching? No mercy. All that could be heard most of the time, except when Lydia caught her breath enough to scream, was a swish of the switch followed by a pronounced wet sounding `SNICK'. Lydia's bare nipples were being punished beyond human endurance. She looked about her and seeing the steady rise and fall of the switch across her nipples began to slip into a drunken pain wracked zone of unconsciousness.
Things began to fade around her. The throb in her nipples began to disappear. She tried to focus on Mona but even she began to fade away. A cold bucket of water revived her. Felina dried her off. The switch began again. This time her reactions were more vocal. She gasped a deep throated wail with each stroke.
Again the real world began to fade. Blackness. Julia motioned for Mona to stop as she commented, “I'd say she's had enough for now. How many would you guess you gave her, Mona?”
“Mistress Julia, about a hundred and sixty.”
“I'd say you never miss a one. Look at her nipples will you. They must be fairly blistered.” Flavious looked and lightly touched one of Lydia's pulsing nipples.
“Flavious, look no blood. Not a split piece of skin. Every stroke fell directly across her bare nipples. Not a missed stroke anytime. Mona, you really do know how to punish a girl.”
“It's not me, mistress. The switch has a purpose. To punish those who desire punishment.”
“It makes my nipples throb just looking at her.” Gretchen piped.
Flavious motioned for silence. It was now time to revive poor Lydia. Another change in the plan, so to speak, he continued, “Mona, you will revive Lydia. Both of you will go back into the oil pool. I suggest that you do something to her to make her wish to punish your superb nipples. With all candor aside, I don't care what excuse she uses.”
With out any further delay. Mona and Lydia began to recapture their old spirit. In fact, Lydia was beginning to accept her torture under the switch as just another new experience. In the oil pool, Lydia and Mona started their usual play. Lydia was still a bit woozy from her awful nipple torture. They were a might sore at that, too.
“Mona you can do anything that you like to get a rise out of Lydia. Even heavy fondling.”
Lydia and Mona began a playful slapping and poking of one another. This quickly led to more pronounced play. Mona taking hold of Lydia's right breast by its sore nipple didn't help matters any. She gripped it in a firm clamp on its very sore tip using only her thumb and index finger. What seemed like only a splash and slip, found Lydia with her back to Mona and her butt firmly against Mona's bare sex. She even felt Mona's firm breasts pressed against her smooth back.
This action led to Mona's quick seize and fondling of Lydia's sorely ripe nipples. How much of this torture could Lydia take? Lydia began to chide at Mona to let go of her nipples and quit fondling them. The action was making them quite sore.
Mona brought her foot up against Lydia's ass-hole. The effect of the oil allowed Mona's big toe to slip into Lydia's small butt hole. This was a renewal of Lydia's main concern for her tender rectum. Even with the oil, Lydia's nipples began to get sore from the deft fingers of Mona's hands. She really began a pattern of sore worry to Lydia's erect and recently switched nipples. Literally pulling and twisting those buds, Lydia was now in helpless pain. Her nipples tipped sore with the fire of harsh fondling. Left her in a throbbing world of hurting. Flavious called a halt to the awful treatment of Lydia's flaming sore nipples. Lydia gasped a sigh of relief.
With a new call to arms, Flavious heard Lydia's plea to be allowed to punish Mona for what she called crimes against her nipples. The fact that her twin cones were obviously sore gave justification for Flavious to grant her wish. Julia presented Lydia with the Luna Switch. Mona gasped and shuddered in anticipation of the sting of this whip. Mona presented breasts full and ready for maximum impact. Her nipples stood high and proud. Both girls complete in their bare nakedness. One being held in readiness. The other completing her last minute adjustments. Julia looked at the scene and began to fondle herself. Flavious did the same.
“Doesn't Lydia look simply delicious in her bronze nudity. Holding up that switch...”
“She makes a darling contrast. In such a position to lash a lovely African like Mona. Ironically with a device of her tribe's own making.”
“You know, I have a feeling that Mona will take a great deal more of the whip than Lydia did.”
“You may be right.”
“I know I'm right.” Flavious looked with a glance of anger at Julia's apparent hostility. He sensed a kind of `know it all' tone to her voice. With all positions in ready. Lydia raised the awful switch to a high. In a carbon copy of Mona's strokes, Lydia subjected Mona to nipple splitting pain. Mona simply gave her head a quick shake. No candor about this girl. No apparent assessment of how hard or easy the stroke was. Just a simple shake of her head, followed by a ear piercing scream. It lasted for only a few seconds. Lydia rubbed the limb across Mona's swollen nipples. They took on the appearance of dark rubber. Another stroke, in the manner of strict delivery. It fairly bounced off those rubbery nipples of Mona's. Another quick shake of the head followed by a shrilling scream. Lydia's application of this African terror switch, for females. Continued at a frightful pace. Stroke followed stroke. Each one impacting over bare nipples and leaving their owner in such a horrible state of affairs. Mona became almost uncontrollable. Her feelings focused only on the tips of her nipples.
Mona's mind began to drift, she recalled her instructor, Girl Tigra. Tigra became the only girl in the tribe to sustain nine steady hours of the switch. Her secret was preparation. She rubbed her nipples against stones. Over the coarse bark of old trees. Knelt before the high priestess and had her nipples raked with coarse leather. She had herself bound, naked facing the hot Sun. All to make her nipples more able to withstand the pain. As Mona's mind drifted, she began to actually accept the searing pain of the nasty strokes of the hard switch. Her body jerked with each stroke, followed by a shrilling gasp moan. The jerking made her breasts bounce and shudder visibly. Unprotected nipples turned from a dark, earthy brown to a puffy bright crimson in a matter of a few minutes. “(SWIT) AH! (SWIT) AH! (SWIT) AH! (SWIT) AH!”
On and on went the nasty horrid switching. Ripe nipples becoming blistered under the relentless rod.
Her red nipples sought only solace. The endless array of strokes made Mona drift into and out of a faint. No swollen eyes ready to pop tears. Just a girl faced with a gut jerking, fingernail snapping, vice gripped world of pain. Her blazing nipples ready to pop rich red blood at the very next stroke. Funny thing, but the blood never came. For either Mona. Or, Lydia.
Remembering her early days of slavery. Mona recalled how she howled out loud when she had been selected for a breast flogging. A thin Danuba overseer, armed with a slender, cowhide whip. In a demonstration of his absolute power over the female slaves, elected to breast flog Eleeta and Mona. Eleeta was a slender, Nigerian maid. Both had been strung up naked in the sun with their wrists over their heads. The two girls standing nipple to nipple waiting for their flogging. Seeing their erect nipples rubbing together. The Danuba man used his hand to excite the two sets of breasts. He re-positioned them back to back. Using nasty side arm strokes, he delivered a stout breast flogging to both Eleeta and Mona. That was the first time she ever recalled actually howling under the lash. She howled like a bitch in heat. It was this howling, that she recalled to most. So much that it was like she was howling now. In actually her whimpers turned to howls. She'd closed her eyes to re-open them looking at Lydia still applying the switch to her blistered nipples.
At first she almost didn't recognize Lydia. The expression on her face was distorted. She had her mouth slightly open and her tongue was in the left corner of her lips. What was becoming unusual to Mona was the large white spots that appeared before her eyes. Sometimes these spots turned red. At first she didn't think of the pain. Yet it was certainly there. The steady rise and fall of the switch gave her the only proof that she was being beaten with it. The sharpness of the impacts had by now become dull thuds. She was so drunk from the effects of the switch, that all she was conscious of feeling was her breasts bouncing on her chest. It actually had began to feel like Lydia was just raking the switch on them and not actually beating her with it.
Her nipples took on a very raw look. Swollen to nearly twice their normal size, they'd become a bright red. After her howls had subsided, she began a deep throated, but faint moan, “(SWIT) Hunga... (SWIT) Hunga... (SWIT) Hunga... (SWIT) Hunga...” With each stroke of the switch, came a wet sound, followed by her breasts bouncing followed by her faint throaty moan. On and on went her switching. Mona's tender nipples seemed to be able to stand this punishment for ever. In what now must have been more than a few hours, Mona's pain evolved to a new level. She couldn't faint. All she could do is linger. For as long as it'd take. Linger and linger, stroke after stroke. As more time went by, Mona had now lapsed into a euphoric state. She was not unconscious nor was she awake. Her moans had become a hiss of breath between her teeth. What was ominous was the way her head lolled and rocked only slightly as the whip struck. The only thing that remained consistent was the sound of the switch against her nipples and the steady bounce of her breasts. Her nipples were flaming red blisters on her chest. Looking ready to explode with the next stroke. No such a thing. By the story of this rod, she could take several more days of this slicing.
In one of the bravest actions anyone ever witnessed, Ebony steeped up between Mona and the nasty switch. In such a quick action, that it was too late for Lydia to stop her stroke. That one stroke, split Ebony's twin tips squarely. It brought sense to Lydia and everyone else. Even to Mona. As if by magic, Ebony's perky buds looked almost unharmed. A bit of a sting actually, but absolutely none the worse for ware. The odd thing was the condition of both Lydia and Mona's nipples. They looked simply raw and blistered. It was as if both women had used the switch for hours on each other. Yet clearly, Lydia gave out long before Mona. While Lydia was slashing Mona's nipples, hers actually appeared somewhat normal.
Without thinking, Flavious picked up the switch without it being handed to him by a woman. Bad idea. He dropped the switch and grabbed his balls. In a panic state, he grouped for Julia. She went to him and looked at the switch, saying with concern, “Flavious. Flavious, did you pick up the switch?” He nodded. “Quickly, you two on your knees. I want you both over here on your knees facing each other, nipple to nipple. I really don't care how sore your nipples are. Get over here now!”
Mona and Lydia looking at each other, stood and walked over to Julia and Flavious. They knelt down and looked at each other and gingerly pressed the tips of their breasts together. Both girls let out a soft whine.
Seeing the two sets of ruby colored nipple tips pressing together, eased some of Flavious' hurt. He began to get an erection, looking at the two girls gently rubbing their sore nipples together. Julia coaxed the two girls, “Keep it up girls. It's working. Now, Flavious stand up and take yourself off squirting over these wonderfully switched pairs of nipples. Come real heavy over the two of them.”
He began to pump himself in strong, heavy strokes. The length of his cock grew and swelled in his hand. It turned as red as the tips of the girl's nearly raw nipples. The approach of his climax, now fully evident due to the moisture expelling from the tip of his cock. As he neared his climax, he closed his eyes. His mouth dropped open and he began gasp. Tossing his head back, he jerked almost wildly on it for several seconds. He rolled his head back forward and with a shudder of his body and a ripple of his muscles. From the end of his cock poured forth a thick white cream. It came out in squirts that jetted down on the girl's twin breasts. As he finished the last of his orgasm, he settled down and gave Julia a real relieved look. His sense of relief in part from his climax and part from that awful burning in his balls going away.
Julia noticed the two girls rubbing their cum coated nipples and breasts together. Ironically they appeared to be a lot less sore than before. They were now rubbing quite firmly and almost slapping their tits together. Almost giggling. By now the five other slave girls were busily fingering either each other or themselves. Gretchen was on her knees and had her long tongue buried deeply into Ebony's bare sex. Her fingers fondling Ebony's perky nipples. Ebony's eyes were almost rolling with pleasure. She was enthralled with this blonde's tongue lapping deep into her bare slit. The smooth dark skin of the girl glistened as her passions rose. In deep gasps she whimpered, Gretchen... Oh, my Gretchen...” She continued in breathy moans, “Oh... Oh... Aha... Stop it sweet girl, before you're caught... Oh... Oh...” Ebony climaxed as softly as she could. A deep moan and shudder, followed by a fluttering of her eyelids. She came, more than once.
“Julia wouldn't you say Gretchen took a few stolen liberties with Ebony?”
“Yes, Flavious, I'd surely say that. You think she needs a good whipping to teach her not to steal?”
“I'd say a lashing or flogging would be in order. By all means one administered by the very victim of her theft. She was sucking the very passion out of little Ebony. I bet she did that completely without asking. Not only a thief, but a rude one at that, too.”
“Ebony, come over here and bring that little blonde thief with you. Drag her by her hair.”
“Flavious, just look at those two. Ebony has such nice round breasts with perky nipples. Gretchen, just look at her melons. So bronze and dusky.”
“You know Julia, when I bought Gretchen, the overseer was punishing her. She'd been strung up by her ankles between two posts, naked. Her sex puffy and swollen in the hot Sun.”
“How was he punishing her?”
“A Nubian girl, evidently being punished herself with nipple stones dangling down from her buds, held a fist full of nettles. She'd been whipping them over Gretchen's bare breasts and sex. She veritably howled for relief.” Flavious described.
“Oh, yes, nipple stones, I've heard of them. Aren't they an Egyptian method of torture for a Nubian woman? Devised because Nubian females spend their entire lives bare breasted.” Julia quarried.
“The Nubian had been nettled herself. Her nipples were swollen beyond belief. The lips of her sex had swollen to nearly twice their normal size. She hated to have to stand there and nettle this little blonde slut. I recall Gretchen had peed as a result of the nettling on her bare cleft.”
“Well, Flavious, shall we have her nettled now?”
“No. A simple lashing will do. Let Ebony do it. You go ahead and order it. Have Honey and Lustina prepare her. Send Felina for the whip. Those blondes are very sensuous under the lash.”
“Flavious, you are a rascal.”
“Julia? Sleep with me tonight. I'll have these two in with us again.” He points to Mona and Lydia.
“Maybe I'd enjoy Mona whipping Lydia with a regular whip and not that clever switch.”
“Good idea. For now, do as I have ordered and let Mona and Lydia swim and play the rest of the evening. Oh, let them know you are staying. To play...”
The scene was arranged. Gretchen was strung up with a single rope, by her wrists. Her legs spread and bound wide. She had her back to the view of Flavious and Julia. The side curves of her breasts shuddered visibly, as she struggled in her bondage. Felina handed to Ebony a slender braided whip some six feet long. It was coiled. As she looked at it. She glanced toward Flavious. She smiled and uncoiled the whip letting it snake out on the marble floor. Flavious took a big drink of wine and acted like it was another situation to be dealt with. Gretchen looked back over her shoulder at Ebony. Her forehead crisped up. Julia nodded her approval to begin the whipping. In a whistling crack of the whiplash, followed by a muffled scream. Again, the lash bit into the tawny fleshed back of the nude blonde's splendid skin. She shuddered and let out a muted gasp.
Another stroke brought a welted snap and gasp from the lovely naked girl dangling from a tether. Lash played on lash followed by gasp and groan. Gretchen writhed and twisted in her bondage. As she began to sweat more under the lashing, the whip sounded wet as it struck her skin. Julia noticed Gretchen's bronze nudity being scalloped with welts. One of Gretchen's nipples became swollen under the dint of the lash. Flavious noticed how Ebony drug a number of strokes across Gretchen's breasts letting the ends of the whip chafe her nipples. A knock on the door from a guard by the name of Panos that led to another encounter of similar proportions. Panos opened up the door that led to Flavious' swimming area. Inside he glanced to see a girl, Gretchen, dangling from a single rope tether. The door creaked as it swung wider revealing a sweating
Nubian girl lashing a very nude Gretchen. The blonde's body was streaked with red crisscrossing welts.
Panos saw Gretchen toss her head back and gasp as the whip coiled around her breasts. They swayed and bounced under the awful stroke. Flavious asked impatiently, “What is it Panos?”
“Message from the Emperor, Sire.”
“Let me have it.” Flavious put out his arm.
As Flavious read the message from Imperial Rome. In the background could be heard the steady cracking of the lash against Gretchen's bronze nudity. Panos glanced now and again at the sumptuous writhing of the lovely blonde slave girl. She was just being whipped for the amusement of her Master and mistress.
Flavious noticed Panos' eyes falling over toward Gretchen. He continued to read, “It seems that Rome want's my expertise at staging an event. Julia, the Emperor himself wants me to set up a sexual arena for his personal amusement. One that never closes.”
“I think I know what he has in mind...” Julia whispers a lot of ideas into Flavious' mind. Flavious nods his approval of her whispering, “Good. Dear one, stay with me for a few weeks. You can help me give the Emperor his arena plans...”
“Thank you, Master. For allowing me to serve you...”
“Besides, Julia, you will get a chance to watch Lydia and Mona grow larger bellies. I'm going to work on them both again tonight. After I give you a thrill or two...”
“Dearest, no seed in me please. After all I am making a good life of being a vestal. You do know what happens to a vestal that gets pregnant?”
“I've heard that they are flogged constantly...”
“She is chained in a deep grotto. Naked turning a slow heavy mill stone. Being whipped by a tall, nude, Nubian woman. At night, the girl is made to have girl sex with the Nubian woman. Usually she is kept in a special cage. Chained to the bars from time to time to be used by all of the vestals. When she begins to `show' her swollen belly, she is then left to the mercy of the Nubian. She is used in many obscene ways. One of the Nubian's favorite tortures is to suck and massage her breasts to fill with milk. She then milks the girl several times per day. This causes her nipples to swell and become very sore. Sometimes the Nubian uses a supple switch on the girl's tender nipples. Causing her to cry and wail as she slaves at the wheel.”
“Sounds like you know what happens to them?”
“There have been more than one pregnant vestal, my dear Flavious. Just not me. Besides, I love to watch...”