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THE ARENA(All stories by S. M. Knights fall under the copyright laws of The United States. They are not meant for publishing, printing or use beyond their original form. Permission to reprint them beyond their original data) Format must be obtained from S. M. Knights. Any similarities between actual persons, living or dead are purely Coincidental... Julia felt a shiver, more out of uncertainty than a chill in the air. Flavious had led her by her collar and leash down into the catacombs. Her heart beat in a anxious flutter as they descended the steps. In the gloom beyond the burning torches that lined the walls of the steps could be heard the female whimpers of a slave girl paying the price of her slavery. Cool waters of the in-door pool and the massage that followed had helped her punished condition. She still felt the effects of her sunburn. A warm tingle that flowed from her forehead down to the tops of her feet. Even the tips of her nipples felt hot. Her clitoris stung slightly more from the effects of the whip than the sun. Following her master, Julia felt wonder. Still she pondered if he had more punishment in store for her. Or was she just to watch and learn another lesion? Julia felt a sense of pride in her nudity. Descending the stairs, he told her that she would be required to remain totally naked until after the next arena event. There would be no exceptions. She would be allowed to wear only her collar. Median was in complete agony. Her body was feeling the effects of a sunburn. Carlos’ whip didn’t make it feel better. Standing with her back to them as they entered, Median was sweating and shuddering from the whipping Carlos had been giving to her. He nodded to his master. Flavious held his hand for him to stop. The couple slowly walked around to face Median. Julia felt a bit of revulsion. Median had been bound, nude in a most obscene manner. She stood between two posts separated by enough space to permit her to be tied by each of her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. In this position, she appeared to be slightly squatting. Obviously, her sex and bung were openly available. Her breasts heaved slightly. Flavious examined Median and nodded his approval of Carlos’ skilled application of the whip. "Is she ready?" "Close my lord. I have the water-colic ready..." "Let me feel..." Flavious put his finger into the mixture. It was warmer that he cared to feel, "A gut singe may be what this stubborn slut needs..." "All is ready, master." "Apply it." Carlos took his time. He obtained a small length of hose. Not more than a small tube by size. He connected it to the base of the cauldron. The other end he put into an applicator that was the shape of a small pear. He greased the pear shaped end with a thick mixture of oil and honey. He put it against Median’s tight bung. With a bit of pressure, it slid inside of her. She voiced a soft pitiful sigh, "A-ah." It was warm in his hand, but it felt hot inside of the girl. She stirred uncomfortably. "Carlos, open the valve a small amount." "Master..." Median whimpered as she slowly squirmed. When the valve opened, it was only slightly. Median’s guts began to react almost immediately. There was some air in the line. It spurted inside of her. A bit of it belched back out, with an obscene noise. There was no odor from her insides. About half a pint of the mixture’s three gallons poured into Median’s insides. To her it felt like an ocean poured in. Flavious lifted his hand to stay the valve. Carlos closed it shut. The mixture settled to work. "Now Median, in two days, the arena will begin to become active. I am going to stage a show for the Emperor. You are to be the top bill of the event. After all, you are well suited for what I have planned. You also enjoy your nudity. You enjoy sex of most any kind and you really enjoy delivering pain to others, especially other women. Be a good girl and on the ‘morrow, begin your arena training..." "Go to hell!" "No, I won’t, but you will…" Flavious nodded to Carlos to open up the valve; he opened it wider this time. More of the warmer liquid flooded in. Her guts made a gurgling sound. As she took a deep breath, her breasts heaved. Sweat began to run in rivulets down her. Her chest heaved in a gulp of air, making her breasts jiggle. Median gasped, "AAA! OH!" Bound and forced to stand still in her semi-squatted position. Median slowly rocked her head back and forth and coughed. Flavious motioned for Carlos to shut off the valve. "How much is left, Carlos?" "Plenty, master, she’s barely had any of it." To Median, it seemed a hundred hot gallons had poured into her. She was sweating visibly and in a few moments the flood would began to rise. She felt the urge to pee, but couldn’t. The waters were getting warmer as Flavious tested. Carlos fanned the fire beneath the mixture cauldron. Julia shifted her weight slightly. She put her hands over her belly. "Open the valve, Carlos..." He nodded. It was getting hotter, as Median was beginning to feel. She coughed and struggled somewhat against her bonds. Her breasts bobbled obscenely on her chest, but nakedness was not her problem. The hot liquid was becoming one, however. "Median, I really don’t have the time tonight to coax you along. Other slave girls have told me, that the colic can get quite hot. Oh, you won’t get burned or boiled alive. At least I don’t think so..?" Flavious noticed that her lower belly seemed a bit swollen. He felt it and it was getting warm to the touch. Flavious pressed on her belly, causing her to swoon and almost faint. "Hurt? You can end it now and get relief. Go to the arena..." "NEVER!" She voiced aloud. Flavious motioned for Carlos to open the valve wider. As he did, she screamed, "AAAIIIEEE!" Carlos to hand Flavious the whip, he shook it in front of her. With a simple flick of his wrist, he coiled it about her swelling waist. It made a hallow sound like it’d struck a watermelon. Median shook her head and let out a wail, "AAA!" This kind of whipping reminded him of the time he saw a pregnant African girl, accused of adultery take a whipping on her swollen belly as punishment. Some African’s have strange customs. He struck her again and she gasped a throaty wail that nearly made Julia cry; Median lunged forward with her breasts straining, "HUGHAAHH!" "Median. This is going to get even hotter for you." Flavious lashed her bare breasts. Median coughed again. "Carlos, fix the bulb in place, I don’t want the pressure to force the bulb out of her bung." Nodding to Flavious, he fixed it firmly in place. He noticed how hot the hose had become. Median was sweating profusely. "It seems hot in here, doesn’t it Median?" Flavious chirped in a tone of voice that sounded like a certain slave girl he met out by the fields, she nodded. "Carlos open the valve some more." "NOOOO!" Carlos opened the valve. The hellish hot liquid poured profusely into Median’s girlish guts. Her eyes rolled up and she cried. "Relief is just a word away, Median. What will it be, your foolish pride or the arena? SPEAK!" Using only a gesture, Flavious motioned for Carlos to open the valve even further. The liquid poured into Median. "AAAHHH! Oh, master... I... I... PLEEESE! OH, GODDESS... Help me, please... Please..." Median couldn’t speak another word. Her lips moved, but no words came out. She coughed and spat, but only inaudible guttural sounds escaped her lips. "CARLOS! OPEN THE VALVE ALL THE WAY!" He did. "Speak! Damn you!" She looked like a woman gone mad, Flavious thought. Her head shook in a slight spasm. Julia’s heart beat wildly. Median’s hands opened and closed in their bonds as if to try to make some gesture. Her toes had curled nearly back under; she was in agony. "Master?" "WHAT IS IT?" "She’s taken about a gallon and a half, sir." "GIVE HER MORE! RAM IT IN! USE THE PLUNGER!" Carlos used the wooden plunger on the top of the hot cauldron. It made the liquid flow faster into Median’s punished guts. This brought Median around to a renewed urgency to speak, "YES! I WILL GO INTO THE ARENA! BY THE GODS PLEASE HAVE MERCY! STOP THIS AWFUL STUFF FROM BOILING MY INSIDES OUT! AAA!" Flavious seemed glad and relieved. Julia closed her eyes and mouthed a silent "Thank you, Osiris." When Carlos released the bulb from Median’s bung it was odd, but nothing came out. Her guts had swollen to a point where she looked several months pregnant. They released Median from her bondage. Julia helped her over to the marble toilet basin. No sooner had Median squatted down, than the dam broke. A veritable gush of colic mixed with Median’s by products, shot out of her bung. It resembled the force of a stream being pushed through a small fisher, almost like an inverted geyser. Median gasped and groaned her relief. She shook her head and closed her eyes. Shaking slightly from the effects of the catacombs and her sweating nudity. "There now, Median, you see, I told you that going to the arena is better than being stubborn." Still relieving herself, she looked at her master and nodded. Her guts looking more normal now. In what seemed a long time, the liquid colic drained out. With urgency, she felt the need to relieve herself. To the amazement of all. A sausage shaped turd that looked far too large to have been inside the girl, escaped. "Mercy me!" Flavious looked at it, "Carlos have you ever seen one that big inside of a girl before?" "No, master!" He looked genuinely surprised. Julia looked at it and shook her head. Raising her eyebrows, mumbled to herself, "Maybe I should try one of these colic..." Flavious overheard Julia mumble, "Carlos, tie Julia in..." "No, master! I was just commenting..." "Watch your comments, slave-girl, you might just get what you ask for!" "Yes master." "Master?" Carlos spoke softly to Flavious. "Yes, what is it?" "She took almost the entire three gallons, sir, look. It must have been when I used the ram to force it into her." "Hum. Did you use the formula that I told you to use?" "Yes, master. I used the oils mixed with garlic, water, savory and honey. The mixture was heated to the desired temperature, master." "Good. Stand up, Median." The girl stood up. Her shape appeared more normal now. That pregnant look had disappeared. "Julia, take Median to the inside pool. Bath her and soothe her. Carlos, you can get her in a couple of hours and take her to the arena kennels. Make sure, Amah is her teacher. Amah knows just how I wish her to be instructed." "As you wish, Master." Carlos nodded. "Now what is going on with Teeva and Minnea?" Flavious and Carlos entered into a chamber set as a kind of alcove in the catacombs. Three flaming torches, revealed a dramatically disposed pair of slave girls astride a very sharp crested vaulting horse. Brazenly naked, the two girls sat face to face. With a few wiggles, the two pressed close enough to rub the exposed portion of their bisected sexes together. In such intimacy, two sets of firm breasts were forced flat at the nipples. Their wrists had been bound spread above their heads and attached to a rope that was tied to rings inset into the stones at each end of the alcove. It offered no relief for their sore clefts split helplessly on the sharp crested horse. Their ankles had been cuffed and bound. Weights had been placed in the loops of each cuff. Holding them firmly on the crest. One of the first things Flavious noticed was the whip marks across each girl’s body. The welts curled around them and disappeared beyond where their bodies touched. Carlos’ first thought was the girls didn’t notice their presence. They were kissing and cooing to each other. Flavious held up his finger in a "sish" gesture and Carlos nodded. Minnea appeared to be nearing a climax. Teeva was kissing and putting her tongue into Minnea’s mouth. Minnea wiggled a bit causing her nipples to rake back and forth over Teeva’s nipples. In their closeness, the two girls were nearing a climax. In a final heave of her chest, Minnea thrust her breasts against Teeva’s. The two girls spent themselves against each other. Both of them all coos and ohs, mixed with a few gasps and moans. It always pleased both Flavious and Carlos to watch two girls give each other pleasure. In spite of their circumstances. For the two girls, there was a price to pay, after they each had an orgasm on the horse, it’d make their pussies quite sensitive. The crested horse would hurt even more on swollen clefts. Flavious thought back to a time when he first saw his teacher punish a slave girl. Hanging upside down, the girl’s exposed sex had became nearly blistered in the sun. If this wasn’t enough, he paddled her until the blisters broke. He then mounted her on a narrow plank situated between two up-right wooden posts, having arched her back on a strut and hung a heavy weight on her tied ankles. While she sat completely naked, he hung two clips with weights attached to them on the nipples of her breasts. As she made futile efforts to lift herself off the device, her breasts would sway back and forth with the weights dangling from them. Flavious whispered, "Leave them a while longer... I think they’re having a lot of fun..." Carlos smiled and nodded. At the pool, Julia helped Median to bathe. She used her bare hands to rub water over Median’s firm breasts. Julia toyed with the girl’s erect nipples. "Your nipples are so hard. Yet, they almost disappear in the copper color of your breasts..." "It’s from my constant exposure to the sun. You know, being put on display and laboring in the fields and at the harvest wheel. Julia, I haven’t worn a stitch of clothing in more than ten years." "Hum. I wonder if my nipples would disappear if I spent a lot of time in the sun?" Julia asked. "I’m not sure, but a girl with blonde hair, like Lydia’s was put on a tailing wheel with me. Artimus put us together, but we got into a fight one night. We ended up on display for a couple of days. Evidently, we didn’t learn our lessons, as we fought again. This time, he had us dangling by our ankles and blistered with a strap. It hurts almost as bad as that Manta tail thing to be strapped on your sore sex like that. Anyway, after a couple of weeks of working naked, her skin became as dark or darker than my own. Seeing her other than her blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked more Egyptian or maybe a light skinned Nubian than a white girl." "I have brunette hair and dark eyes. I could almost pass as a Nubian with my dark tan, don’t you think so?" Julia showed herself off. "It might, depending on how dark your nipples and sex would turn. A brunette girl, about your height and build was assigned to the fields. She spent a year there. One day Artimus came along and was looking for some Nubian women to labor on the stone wall at the east end of the fields. He saw her. Her skin had become so dark, he thought she was a Nubian. Even though she protested, he sent her to lift t the heavy stones into place. This was nothing short of hard labor, naked under the sun and the coarse leather whip. The overseers use Nubians, as they seem better adept to work with the heavy stones. Also, they find it quite amusing to give them frequent breast whippings with the leather whip. Personally, I found it quite delightful taking the whip like that; in fact I can take a tit whippin’ just as well as any Nubian. The only bad part of working at the wall is when the other Nubian women find out a white girl has been placed amongst them. They have this knack for tormenting her at night. They never found me out, but I’ve heard they tie a white girl against the bars, coat her with oil and fist fuck her. On occasion they use what they call a ‘ram’ on her. It’s a thick polished stick, about fourteen inches long, with a ram’s head carved in the end. I was told it was hollow, so that they could put various types of liquid down it. A variation of the ‘ram’ is the ‘double ram’ used when they punish two girls at the same time." Median sensed that Julia was getting aroused at her story. She continued, "Oh, the blonde girl I spoke of spent two years at the wall, taking it from both sides so to speak. Being well endowed, she had her breasts whipped several times, managing to take those whippings as well as any Nubian." She noticed Julia’s obvious arousal so she fingered the tips of Julia’s breasts. Continuing the story, "In case you’re wondering, they use a rhino hide strap for those tit beatings. There’s a special rail that’s used; the overseer forces you to kneel with you back against it and they tie your arms outstretched. Another brace is fitted against your lower back forcing you to stick your tits up all nice like, just ready and ripe for the strap, so to speak. The overseer then takes up the strap and with the greatest of skill, uses it across your breasts dragging it off and chaffing the nipples nearly raw. At least it feels that way…" "Oh, dear. I guess there can be drawbacks to a dark suntan. Am I to understand in your story, that this girl who was sent to the walls is you?" Julia asked in a girlish tone of voice. "No, however on another occasion I’d been sent there, but for only a short time, and it wasn’t Artimus who ordered me there. It was a silly Orinoco bitch..." "An Orinoco girl ordered you to go?" Julia seemed confused. "No, it was because I’d gotten into a fight with her. The scuffle earned us both a day on the scorcher and forty lashes each. When one of the overseers came to select some Nubians, the little bitch was chosen. As they carried her off, she told them I was a Nubian. I told them that I was white, and sporting a dark tan. It didn’t matter. I even mentioned my eyes and it didn’t matter, I was taken. Because I protested so much, when I arrived at the wall I was given twenty strokes with the ‘blister’ on my breasts." "Blister?" "Yes, it’s a thin, whippy rod about the thickness of my little finger. I was spread, nude, against a large stone, facing the sun. As they draped me against it, my wrists and ankles were fixed with cuffs that were attached to ropes that fastened about the large obelisk. It was coarse but smooth in some places. This was due, I was told later, to the body actions of women rubbing and twisting as they were punished against the stone..." Julia, in a breathy tone of voice, began to wander, "Rubbed smooth by the bodies of women being punished against it..." Median was noticing that Julia was getting somewhat excited at her description, "Yes, naked women being punished with that blister, spread against that heavy stone cruelly exposed..." "Oh... My... My..." Julia was obviously turned on by Median’s description. Median went on, "The blister raised welts the width of it across by butt and back. I wailed and twisted against the stone. It was no good. I was held firmly in place. Then I heard the Orinoco bitch call out to have me turned around and the blister used on my nipples and sex. It was then that Artimus saw me and realized that I didn’t belong there. He saw that I was white. He was quite upset that the overseers didn’t notice my eyes. He’d heard the Orinoco woman ask to have my nipples and sex whipped with the blister. Angered, he ordered that she be put on the stone facing out toward the sun. In position, nude, with her breasts and sex exposed and spread; he’d ordered me to use the blister on her. By time I’d finished with her, she looked like a Zebra..." Julia was breathing heavily now. Her breasts rose and fell. She was close to Median. Median used her finger to trace lines with her fingernail across Julia’s breasts. She did like the lashing Median had given her. Julia’s eyes were closed and her mouth open. In her mind’s eye she imagined that she was that Orinoco girl while a nude Median, glistening in the sun, whipped her with the blister. The two girls were standing near the edge of the pool. Julia had backed up so that her back was against the pool wall. She spread her arms out to her sides. Median worked her fingernail over Julia’s breasts and nipples. Then down, underwater, to her bare sex. Median’s middle finger passed over the lips of Julia’s sex. In its wake, the fingernail would find the sensitive bud of her clitoris. The very tip of it. It dug in. Feeling Julia’s climax nearing, Median immediately embraced Julia. Pressing her sex and nipples firmly into Julia’s. In the warm waters of the pool, the two girls found another moment of bliss. Flavious and Carlos ascended the stars coming up from the catacombs, "Have those two brought to my chambers tonight, Carlos. Teeva and Minnea will prove a delightful entertainment for Julia and I. Lydia will be there, but she is getting more and more plump. Do you think she will birth twins again?" "That girl knows only to well how to breed, master. I really feel that if Romulus and Reemus had such a woman as her, Rome would most certainly had been built in a day..." Flavious stopped and looked at his favorite male slave, "You take the words out of my mouth, Carlos!" They laughed together and were still joking as they entered the indoor pool. It didn’t take long to determine that Julia and Median had been playing with each other. "Carlos I think it’s time that these two be taught a lesion about playing with each-other without my permission." Carlos nodded in complete agreement. Still wet from the pool and standing, chained, spread-eagle between to sets of polished marble columns. Two naked and sun-bronzed slave girls awaited their masters’ punishment. "Carlos, you and I will punish these two. First I will whip Julia and you will whip Median. Then I will whip Median and you will whip Julia. What say you?" "Agreed, master." Each one tested his whip. Both were using the five-thong lash used commonly to punish errant slave girls. First Flavious flicked his whip to land across Julia’s bare back. She twisted making her chains rattle against the column. Her only sound was a breathy gasp, "Oh!" Carlos brought his arm across in a side arm stroke. It found part of Median’s back and curled around to score one firm, bare breast. The ends trailed off her erect nipple. Like Julia, she twisted a protest then let out an abrupt, "Nigh!" Flavious’ next stroke matched Carlos’ stroke and Julia’s bare breast bounced while the tips of the whip toyed in a painful way against her nipple. Shaking her head, she looked back over her shoulder at her master. Her forehead crisped up slightly and with a quick heave of her chest, she let her air out with a sharp, "No! AH!" Both girls now gasping and sighing with heaving chests that made their bare breasts bounce and shudder. Still dripping with pool water, the lashes seemed to cling to their sun-reddened skin. Off and on for the next couple of hours, Flavious and Carlos exchanged whip-strokes on the two girls. First lashes fell on Julia from Flavious, then on Julia from Carlos. As did lashes from Carlos fall on Median, then on her from Flavious and so on. In the next series of strokes, smooth bare sexes paid the price of sharing tender caresses without permission. Exactly how many lashes found the folds of the girl’s clefts is difficult to say. Suffice it that the master saw only too well to their delectable punishment. All too bare and exposed nipples suffered greatly as the master’s whips turned their tips to a crimson red. After what had to have been more than fifty strokes, Flavious grabbed the hair of both girls. Pulling back on their heads, he told them to never play with themselves again with out his permission. They were all to eager to comply. The wetness of their bodies from the pool had turned now to sweat. Those chains to which held the girls so openly spread and naked to the whip, now performed another task. Standing, facing separate marble columns, the girls had their backs to each other. At shoulder level their wrists had be shackled to each side of their column. From eyebolts placed just above their heads in each column, a single chain hung down which passed between their legs and up to an eyebolt on opposite column. It had been drawn tight. Due mostly to the effect of each girl’s own weight causing the tension. The tension in turn causing the chain to press firmly into each girl’s bare cleft. Both were on tiptoes to try to ease the tension. Clips and weights had been attached to the tips of their nipples. This added to, but did not cause, their distress. Their bare breasts swayed gently as they shifted their weight back and forth on the balls of their feet. The two girls whinnied and whimpered a bit at the humiliation of their bondage. Flavious and Carlos were setting on the edge of the pool looking at the two girls. Their feet dangling in the water, kicking it about this way and that. They were looking at the girls and commenting. "You know, Carlos, Median can really turn Julia on. I feel more so than Lydia." Carlos kicked his foot making a subtle splash, "I agree master. Lydia is a delight all right, but this Median, she reeks with sexual pleasure. For both male and female." Flavious for the first time with his best male slave, was without words. He simply nodded. Julia was in a whimper, "M-master..?" Flavious ignored her. In a excited whimper, "M-M-Master..?" He continued to ignore her. He was whispering something to Carlos. Her voice was now full of obvious arousal, "MASTER!" "What is it, Julia?" "May I come, sir?" "NO! I should punish you some more for asking me while I am speaking to Carlos!" "Please, punish me, master, but let me come while you do?" Flavious stood, he was now quite nude, and walked over to her. Reaching over, he pulled gently on the weights that dangled from her nipples causing her to gasp. "I didn’t give you permission to come!" "Sir, pleeease..." Julia was making every effort to comply. What had gone almost totally unnoticed was Median’s subtle climax. The only thing that gave it away, was a visible change in the tension on the chain. It made Julia gasp even more than the action being performed on her nipples by Flavious. Median’s back exploded with fire as Carlos lashed the five thong across her back. Again and again it fell. Median wailed and danced causing the chain to get tighter and looser and then tighter again. Julia was very ripe to come. Median’s breasts jiggled visibly as the weights caused them to bounce. The first stroke made them go up and down. Another one had caused them to sway this way and that. All directions at once. The whip would now an again score the side curves of Median’s undulating breasts. All the while the whipping went on, Median was in the throes of climax. She gasped and cried out her pleasure. Her master was denying Julia her relief. Her eyes were nearly rolling. She was struggling to hold her orgasm back. "You may come, Julia." "OH! OH! OH! MY... MY... AH! AH! AH! YEA..." "In fact dear slave girl, you will come until I tell you to stop." She nodded and continued to climax... "Yeess, m-m-master! AH... OH... OH... OH... YEAS... HUM... AAA..." Flavious looked at the marble floor and beneath each of the girls a small puddle had formed. They were flowing like fountains. Carlos looked at the floor and smiled at Flavious. Flavious shook his head. For what must have been several minutes, Julia continued her orgasm. It was now becoming a bit more like punishment. Flavious removed the weights from her nipples, making the orgasm even more intense. He soothed and tweaked her sensitive nipples. "OH! AH! Please, master, may I stop coming?" "No." Median was shuddering causing the chain to bounce against Julia’s sensitive clitoris. Carlos had removed the clips and weights from Median’s nipples. He was rubbing their tips with his middle fingers. Median was dancing and squealing on the chain. "You may stop your climax now, Julia." The two men were chatting as they stepped away from the two girls. Flavious glanced back over his shoulder to see Julia standing flatfooted on the marble. Median was still on her toes. It was lucky enough for Julia, in the excitement that she’d managed to settle herself onto the chain so that her clitoris peeked out between two links. Otherwise, for Median, who was not so lucky, her throbbing clitoris rested squarely on the hard edge of one of the larger links. The men heard Median sobbing. Flavious was a bit annoyed. "I’m about ready for bed, Carlos. What say you we give these two a breast whipping and then fuck them?" "Good idea, master." It was done slowly and with skill. Julia had been well whipped across her swollen breasts as she stood nude beneath an archway. Her wrists crossed and tethered by a single chain drawn above her head. She was whimpering slightly. Casually spreading her legs about as she shifted her weight. Her body glistened with sweat in the now dim torchlight. Flavious lowered her chain enough to permit her to bend over slightly. Enough for him to enter her from the rear. He fucked Julia’s sex with long full strokes as she spread her legs wide for him. Her whipped breasts undulated as he sunk his cock deep into her wet, spread sex. Julia vocalized her pleasure at having her master’s cock deep inside of her sex, "AH... OH... Thank you, master!" Flavious flooded his favorite female slave with a full load of cum from his balls. She knew that she fanned the fires in his balls, when she danced at the end of his whip. Median glistened in the light of a torch. The whip sounded wet as it spread its thongs over her sun-baked breasts. Hanging by a single chain in an archway similar to Julia, she tossed her head as the lashes fell. When Carlos lowered the chain, he went to her and fondled her whipped breasts. Tweaking her nipples and twisting them in opposite directions causing her to squeal. As he bent her over her wrists still tethered to the chain, her breasts hung down. Well streaked and red from their whipping. He had spread her legs apart exposing the wet cleft of her bare sex. His cock slid deep into her. She was tight. As he buried himself inside of her, she let out a gasp. With his cock fully inside her, up to the hilt, Carlos let go his balls into her. Median’s eyes rolled up. Her lips made motions, but no sound came out. She just gurgled a bit. Shaking her lovely hair about. Her mouth opened up again to expose her straight white teeth. Median wrinkled her nose up and with a hissing sound, exhaled her climax. The force of the air escaping from her lips, sent a small spray of spittle out of her mouth. She felt the hot jet of spunk squirt from his cock against the matrix of her womanhood. Carlos fingered her clitoris causing her to gasp again, this time out loud, "AH! AH! AH! OH! YES! OH! Ah... Ah... Oh... Oh... Yesss..." Julia rested in Flavious’ arms. In their bed, she snuggled near to him. Lydia slept with them, her arm around Julia’s waist with swollen breasts pressed against Julia’s back. On the floor, Teeva and Minnea slept in each others arms nipple against nipple, cleft against cleft. The pillows were soft. A gentle breeze blew in from the garden deck. Causing the curtains to blow and flop gently about. The stars filled the sky. A comet appeared half way up in the sky. Here and there a shooting star streaked. A crescent moon hung above the horizon, just below the comet. Carlos looked up at Median riding him. He could see the same comet and crescent moon over her left shoulder. As she raised her arms upward she twisted slightly. Carlos could see the erect tip of her nipple make a silhouette against the backlight from the moon. His hands went to her breasts and caressed them. Median moaned in passion. Several times that night, Carlos came inside Median. Neither of them thought about a nude and shackled Median six months later, sweating laboriously beneath the whip at the harvest wheel. Her belly swollen quite pregnant. email the author SM Knight |