THE ARENA

Julia Pays

A nude Julia and Felina were lowered from the ceiling over the dining room. The device they were on defied description. Consisting of a strut that supported their weight via the form of a triangular bar. Julia’s hairless cleft bisected the evil thing leaving her toes dangling in mid-air. No other support for her weight had been offered, save for her bare sex. Her wrists were attached to a twin set of cuffs that kept them at the level of her head or just slightly above. She crisped her toes searching for ground where there wasn’t any.

Felina’s bare cleft fit nicely on the strut. Her long lovely legs dangled down with searching toes. Like her companion, her wrists were fastened to a set of cuffs at or above the line of her hair. Attached to each girl’s ankles was a cuff to which was linked by a length of chain. In the center of each chain dangled, via another chain, a heavy stone weight. This obviously caused unspeakable pressure to each girl’s bare cleft. Two naked girls were riding this device. Simple and utterly painful. This hellish thing was very clever by design. It’d consisted of a triangular strut, bolted and suspended between two vertical flat shafts. Offset by the weight of the two girls fixed on the two triangular struts. It resembled a kind of scale with a metal plate on each end. This was to keep one girl being tortured on it from sliding off should the girl on the side opposite be of a lighter weight. To off-set this factor, the stone weights on each girl’s ankles could be made lighter or heavier as needed.

In feeling the hard sharp surface of this device, Julia and Felina experienced various degrees of orgasm. Both by design and providence. Their bare clefts were firmly bisected on the polished surface. The sharp edge pressed with a venom on each girl’s swollen clitoris.

It was the Emperor who spoke first... "Flavious, you fix a splendid meal."

"For your palate, oh divine one."

"Hump. Well, I also mean the two hanging from your ceiling. It seems that they are, shall I say, by design, fixed for punishment?!"

"They are indeed, exalted one."

"Well, what shall they endure further? Either the horse or the effects of girling shall they be punished. Is this a kind of horse?"

"My lord, I call this the `Scale of fate’."

"Indeed! I wonder how long they can stand this `scale of fate?’ Say, maybe, a couple of hours?"

"Nothing more than, should my lord decree it."

"It’ll be decreed, Flavious. They shall be there no more than three hours..."

"Three hours it shall be. I will let them down only after the prescribed three hours of punishment.

While Flavious and his guests dined, the two girls suffered on the "edge" of fate. Helpless toes searched for the comfort of solid floor. Only thin air greeted their efforts. By the end of the second hour, Julia and Felina were gasping and moaning softly. Julia’s bare breasts heaved rock hard nipples as she quivered in the throes of another orgasm. The chains holding each girl’s tender wrists were placed so as to prevent her from lifting off the sharp edge of the shinny triangular bar. Felina had been weeping softly, while wet tears flowed over Julia’s rosy cheeks. They dripped softly down onto her gently rising and falling breasts.

On several occasions the two girls would try to shift their weight. This would only cause a deeper throb to their split clefts. Vocalized gasps and whimpers would echo in the dining hall. Now an again a careless shift or bounce would cause them to emit a muted gasp or sigh. Sometimes a casual flattening of breasts would enhance one or the others passion. The stones on their shackles would gently sway to and fro or back and forth as they struggled or as they orgasm. Both girls were sweating profusely as they neared the end of the third hour. The Emperor had a new idea.

"Flavious?"

"Yes, lord."

"Have these two flogged. Use the long nine thong braid on them. I want it to wrap around and across their hard nipple breasts. Raise welts on them."

"Very well, my lord."

"Carlos?"

"Yes, master?"

"Flog Julia and Felina while they are on the `scale’ and use the long nine thong braid on them. Wrap it well so that it falls across their breasts and nipples. Raise some welts on them!"

"Yes, master."

Carlos fetched the long braided whip. It was knotted on the ends. He swung it a few times to test its heft. He then lowered the two women to a position where their stones were still at least three inches from the marble floor.

Julia received the first lash. It fell across her back and wrapped itself around and across her breasts. Scoring her hard nipples. As he pulled it off, the strands of the whip would catch and dribble over her erect nipples. As much as the device would allow, Julia jerked and tossed her head back to let out a painful wail, "AAAIIIEEE!"

A second lash fell across her back in a tight wrap that scored a red paint of welts all over her back and around to her breasts. Red nipples pouted upward as Julia heaved in a gulp of air. She shook her head twice. The whip still clung to her. She let the air out of her lungs with a deep throated gurgle. "EERRGGHH... AAAHHH!"

Carlos delivered his next six to Julia’s companion. Felina twisted on the bar more than she should have. She felt her ridged clitoris pop and scrape back and forth over the crest of the bar. Her toes pointed straight down. Seeking a floor at any cost. There was none to be found. From the first lash, Carlos wrenched scream after scream from Felina. Her body shivering as he pulled the lash across her sun-browned nudity. Quivering breasts with swollen nipples taunted their curves to the cords of the whip.

For both girls, the position of their arms forced their breasts into full exposure. Hard, bullet like nipples weathered the rain of lashes being delivered to their sensitive tips. The next six caught Julia. Each stroke making her toss her lovely head back and cry out. A muffled slice of the strands followed by a pitiful wail. Was about all the sound that echoed in the dining hall that evening. There was no mercy given to the two tortured girls.

When the third hour had ended. The two girls had each received more than thirty strokes. They were streaked from their shoulders to their ankles with welts. Carlos stopped the whipping and at Flavious’ command, he lowered the two girls to the floor. Julia was weak kneed. She had to be held up to allow the bar to fall to the ground. Felina was able to stand on her legs. She, too, was some what weak.

It was after a few seconds when their weight was off the crest. The two girls began to howl in pain. Blood had rushed into two distended and swollen pairs of clitoris. By looking close, Julia’s clitoris turned a vividly bright red. Felina’s clit swelled a bit more and became bright red on vivid pink.

Both girls sported deep red thumb size clits peeking out from between pink puffy neither lips. It was difficult for them to close their legs and walk.

"Flavious, these two are disgustingly obscene. They have been flogged, yes. But neither of them have been lashed between their legs. Hoist them up by their spread ankles and have your man Carlos, give them a sound strapping on those disgusting red female parts between their legs!"

Flavious did not wish to punish his favorites any more. But the Emperor was the Emperor. His wishes were commands that no one dare argue.

"As you decree, my lord. Carlos, make it as the Emperor commands. Put these two up by their ankles. Use the strap between their legs. Pop them hard and draw it across their bare sex. Punish their obscene display."

"Yes, master."

It was done in a few moments. Both Julia and Felina whimpered and begged for forgiveness. In a remarkably short while, both girls hung suspended upside down. Their legs spread wide. Clits were laid totally bare for the coarse leather strap. Taking careful aim, Carlos brought the strap up and in a full overhead arch. It slapped down with a loud "WHOP" onto Felina’s bare sex. She jerked and heaved a bit. Her tethered wrists pulled on the rings in the floor enough to hear them creak. Oddly, no sound came out. The girl was trying to catch her breath. She just couldn’t. Four more found her burning sex. Four more times, she jerked and twisted. Shaking her head back and forth. It was on the sixth stroke that when she jerked, the sound of air rushing into her lungs could be heard. Nature had a way of providing workings to the lungs even when the body felt it was all over for breathing. Felina gasped. Her clit was flaming red and nearly twice the size it’d been. Her breasts heaved with their whip swollen nipples exposed to view.

When Felina let go her scream. It sounded inhuman. The Emperor was almost frightened by it.

"AAAARRRRIIIIEEEEHHHHAAAA!"

Carlos let Felina catch her breath a bit. He went over to Julia. In a firm arch of his arm. The strap came down onto Julia’s swollen clitoris. It made a wet slap, like that of water being struck with the flat end of an ore. Unlike Felina, Julia drew her strength inward. Taking in a breath as she did. The ropes holding her up creaked with the strain. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. Jiggling and buffeting as she relaxed somewhat. It was then that her peeling out-cry echoed in the chamber. It was a high pitched guttural squeal that made the Emperor cover his ears. Flavious looked away for a moment. He focused on Felina. Then he focused his attention on the expression on Lydia’s face at seeing her mistress so tortured. She wept a quiet tear. Carlos delivered five more to Julia’s sex that sounded like he was slicing her with a knife. Each stroke brought a high pitched scream from Julia. It was after he pulled the strap across Julia’s clitoris for the sixth time that she let flow her pee. It ran down and over her chest to puddle on the floor.

"Carlos. Get the wand. Make these two suffer for her lack of control..."

Carlos nodded. The wand was a wicked length of limb some four feet long. It was the size of a little finger in diameter. In a series of rapid strokes. Consisting of three each alternating between the two suspended girls. Carlos had delivered a total of thirty strokes to each girl. Clitoris’ were nearing the bursting point. Felina let go with her pee as she was crying and sobbing. It resulted in another series of fifteen strokes to each girl’s swollen clits.

The Emperor was now satisfied with the punishment of Flavious’ two errant slaves. He decreed that the two girls would not under go any further punishment. Flavious ordered that Julia and Felina be taken to the baths and cleaned up. Kitchen slaves cleaned up the mess as the men and their "in tow" slave girls retired to the main room.

"You are truly a man of honor, Flavious. I am very pleased that you followed my orders in having two of your favorite slaves punished..." The Emperor was grateful to Flavious.

"Sire. You are divine and your wishes are for all of us to fulfill. As you will see with the finally in the Arena on the ‘morrow."

The Emperor nodded with a smile. Marcus lay back on the cushions while Gretchen pleased him by sucking on his cock. The Emperor’s personal slave girl, Lyona, pleased him by snuggling into position for him to slide his erection into her. Lydia and Mona sucked and fondled Flavious’ cock and balls. Tina was riding Velbus while Ebony fondled Lyona’s breasts as the Emperor ordered her to do.

Lustina tiptoed in with a message for Flavious. She whispered it into his ear.

"Oh?" He looked at the Emperor. "It seems, sire, that those two lovely blondes you had last night tried to escape. Carlos captured them a short time ago. Shall we amuse ourselves with them?"

"Excellent idea, Flavious. Have them brought in."

As the four men settled into a new posture. Carlos led the two naked, sunburned blondes in by chain collars. Their backs cruelly arched on struts. Chains were on their ankles and wrists.

Flavious stood and went to his blonde Amazons. He took first one and then another nipple between his finger and thumb. Squeezing, he brought both girls to their knees. Each one squealing a painful gasp, "AH! AH! Oh... Oh..."

"Carlos. Hang them up by their thumbs. Then give them each fifty lashes with the long nine braided whip. Raise some welts across their sunburned breasts. Whip them good."

"With pleasure, master."

In the baths, Felina pleasured Julia. Both women help each other to cool their swollen sexes. The girls’ bodies glistened in the torch light. Slowly, Felina took hand-full after hand-full of soothing water and poured it over Julia’s whip swollen breasts.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, sweets..." Julia spoke softly with her eyes closed.

"Master has never whipped any of his girls as hard as he’d had us whipped. Why?"

"I don’t blame Flavious, dear one. The Emperor... Well let’s just say he had his reasons. After all, it was my fault that I delayed you and caused you to loose the message from him to our master..."

Felina lowered her eyes, "No, mistress, it was my fault, I should have told you, politely, that I had a message from the Emperor to our master..."

Julia lifted Felina’s chin, "Both of us were to blame, that is why master punished us both..."

Felina nodded.

The two totally nude blondes hung by their thumbs. One had her back to the three men the other faced them. Both girls swayed slowly between two columns. Drawn upright with outstretched arms. The chains on their ankles dangled down scant inches from the marble floor. These two girls kept as still as possible. Too much twisting and turning could caused their thumbs to break. In their sunburned condition, the girls took on a reddish copper color. The torch light played flickering tones on the gentle curves of their breasts and butts. Between slightly spread legs peeked smooth, keyhole shaped clefts.

Marcus loved to watch blonde girls in some type of torment. Especially, naked, smooth clefted girls with firm breasts and swollen nipples.

The Emperor spoke first, "Flavious do these girls have names or do we call just call them sluts?"

"Oh divine one, the girl with her back to us is called Jeffene. Her companion goes by the name Fawna. They come from a distant tribe of barbaric warrior women who call themselves the Tranalites. In truth, sire, that is all that I know about them. They do tend to keep rather silent, no matter what is done to them..."

"Hum."

"Carlos! When you are ready you may begin their lashing."

"Psst, Flavious..." Marcus whispered, "Be sure he flogs their breasts and nipples..." Marcus nodded with a smile and a anxious look in his eyes.

"Oh, Marcus. You know dear fellow that any pair of well formed tits swaying to and fro under the lash makes your cock stand tall. From the look on Gretchen’s face, she’s ready for you, eh?" The Emperor lightly chided with Marcus.

Marcus got slightly red in the face. But, he nodded with dignity and grace to the Emperor.

The two blondes took this lashing with silence. It was obvious they were absorbing a great deal of pain. Using well placed side arm strokes. Carlos wrapped the tight braided nine thong whip around the swaying nudes. The whip made a whistling sound as its braids sliced the air. Copper skin exploded in a blaze of fire as the whip’s thongs clung to each girl’s tender breasts. As usual, the tell-tail sign of a sunburn revealed itself as the path of the whip first became a white, then immediately turned a deep red. As the whip fell away, in the wake of the red skin, came a vivid red welt.

Following each stroke, the girl receiving it would shake her head and gasp slightly. Straining to keep from making any kind of sound. After Carlos had delivered his forty first stroke to each girl, first Fawna then Jeffene released a muffled, but audible, "Nnniiinnnggghhh!"

Fawna almost broke her stoic acceptance of this form of punishment. She leaned her head over to the left and sobbed slightly. A fresh stroke had wrapped itself around and across her breasts. She bit her lower lip.

"Most excellent job of punishment, Carlos." The Emperor complemented Flavious’ right hand man.

Carlos bowed his head, "Most honored, oh Divine Emperor."

"Flavious, I am growing tired and I wish to retire. I will see you in the Arena... Say about mid morning. Have breakfast brought to me in the morning... Good night."

"Good night, Sire."

"Good night, and sleep well, exalted one."

"Sleep well, divine Emperor."

The emperor made his way to his bed chamber. Taking his slave girls and guards with him. Velbus followed shortly.

"Carlos, take these two down. Put them in a cell in the arena for the night. In fact, put them together for the night. Let them sooth each other..."

"Understood, master. They will find togetherness to be exhausting, sir."

"Lydia. Mona. Follow me. Off to bed we go. Marcus, you may stay if you like. I will have breakfast in my chambers as well. I’ll see you at the Arena about mid morning..."

"Very well, Flavious... Capital idea of having breakfast in bed..."

"Sienna!"

A kitchen slave appeared and bowed to her master, "Lord?"

"See to it that breakfast is served to myself, Marcus, and Velbus when the Sun is at early rise. See to it that the Emperor is served when he desires his breakfast. Be certain and give the cook my orders, understood?"

"Understood, my master."

In a cell in the arena, two well whipped, sunburned blondes stood nude and bound. Swollen and ridged nipples brushed firmly together. The wet, bare lips of each girl’s sex seemed openly spread to allow their puffy red clits to press close in tight intimacy. Fawna gasped in orgasm as Jeffene shuddered silently as her clit burned from her third climax. Jeffene, too, had now surrendered to another spasm of orgasm.

Before the night would give way to a new day. These two girls would experience more than a hundred orgasms. Carlos patted the behinds of each girl. He felt their skin turn to goose-bumps

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