THE ARENA

By
S. M. Knights

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Hard Lessons

                 After Carlos delivered Median to Amah, he turning her to face him and kissed her on the mouth.  She returned his kiss. 

“Well, that’s cozy.  Does Flavious know about your feelings for this one?” Amah piped up all to foppish.  Carlos didn’t like Amah, he thought him as far too silly for his liking; he nodded slowly.  “Hum.  Well, my job is to train you so we’ll start in the arena itself.  Come along girl.” Amah jerked on Median’s leash.

                Median looked back at Carlos as Amah coaxed her along.  Carlos smiled at her and brought his hand up, she matched his gesture.  As she entered the arena, familiar sounds surrounded her of swords clanging; gasps and the moans of hand to hand combat.  Wooden training devices spun and worked as both men and women fought these wooden foes.  It was what happened in one openly exposed corner that caught Median’s eye.  A blonde girl, naked except for a skimpy loincloth of leopard skin, loose about her hips, stood tied with her arms drawn above her head to an inverted “L” shaped whipping post.  A black girl, wearing a similar loin cloth, but her breasts covered with a matching top flicked a switch firmly across the blonde’s bare nipples.  The blonde was jerking at her tether, all the while the black girl had drubbed on her sore looking breasts and nipples.

                The odd thing about the scene was the fact that the blonde made no vocal protests or cries.  Yet she was obviously suffering under the punishment.  Median’s nudity caught the attention of a few of the trainees as well as their trainers.  The black girl switching the blonde stopped for a few moments.  She cast an appraising eye over Median’s bare curves. 

                Median’s muscles moved provocatively under her sun-bronzed skin as she strode all too proud like before the gathered group, with her head held high.  The black girl chided to her using the switch like a pointer, “Hey, necked girl!  You wouldn’t be so ass proud walking like that if I was to put you under my switch...”

                Median chin waived her, “Look closer, ebony switch girl, you’ll see my master’s stripes already mark my skin...”

                Without further words, Median could sense the girl was looking her over good.  As she followed behind Amah she took a quick glance over her shoulder to notice the black girl was toying with her switch over the blonde’s sore nipples.

                “Here, put this on while you are training.  It’ll keep the rest from getting too aroused at your naked spectacle.” Amah tossed Median a small loin cloth and top made from a chamois type material.  It was the first time she’d worn anything in her life.  As a girl, in her Amazon tribe, the females remained nude from birth until their eighteenth summer.  Along with several others, she’d been taken when the Romans over took her village.  At that time she was only sixteen.  When she was sold as a slave, she was never given any clothing.  She saw that some of the women wore them, but no one made an effort to clothe her.

                Flavious bought her from Carotene in a lot from the labor camp on Sugar Island.  Following her purchase, she’d been working in his fields for more than seven years.  “Silly girl, put those on...  The way you are acting I’d think you never worn any clothes at all, ever...” She looked kind of silly at him.  Putting her finger into her mouth, she raked her big toe back and forth in the dirt.

                “You have to be kidding me...  How old are you?” 

                “Twenty six summers.” She sucked in her breath and thrust out her whip-streaked breasts.

                “You’ve never worn any kind of clothing ever?”

                “No.  Was I suppose to?”

                Amah shook his head in disbelief.

                “How do I put these on?”

                “I’m amazed.  Imagine, living twenty-six years, in total nudity.  It’s no wonder you don’t display any shame.  What amazes me is that you don’t have a bunch of kids following you around.  Don’t tell me you’ve never had any children?” She shook her head no.

                “You’re not a virgin, so how many times have you been fucked?”

                “Counting last night?” Amah rolled his eyes. “About six hundred times, give or take a few dozen...” Amah’s mouth dropped open.  “Oh, not all at once, no.  When the Roman legions over took my village, most of us lost our virginity.  I was working on a distant part of the wall when the Romans came.

They crucified some of us.  I was lashed and forced to ride a prong as an example to the others, because I kicked a Roman officer in his balls.  I’d been working all day on the wall, so I had a bit of sunburn.  It didn’t matter to them, they blacksnake whipped me anyway.  I was young and could take it.  The impaling hurt a lot, and I think that’s when I lost my virginity...”

                “Amazing...  When did most of the real fuckings take place?”

                “That night in the village it started with the soldiers and went on from there.  It continued at the slave camp on Sugar Island, at the auction blocks, slave kennels and on the galley coming over here.  Did you know that Carlos and I did it all night?  Oh, Master Flavious had whipped me a lot, but I get really hot under the lash, I just want to fuck and fuck.  Carlos and I must have done it at least two dozen times last night.”

                “I see...  Well, girl, I think you’ll be getting plenty of fucking of all types in the next arena show...”

                “Oh, yes I like to have sex, you know, girl fuck kind of sex with other slave girls.  Julia and I really know how to that ‘girling’ thing...”

                “Enough chat already!”

                “Sorry, sir.”

                “Now, here is how you put this thing on...” Amah fitted the cloth loosely about Median’s hips.  He

let it hang in such a way that as she’d walk, her sex could be easily viewed.  With each step she took, the edges of her loincloth would occasionally catch a flutter of a breeze or would flip idly up exposing the bronze folds of her bare cleft. “Didn’t you ever grow hair down there?”

                “Oh, no, when I was young, as a Amazon trainee in my tribe, my sex was treated with a special herb, I forgot the name of it, but I never grew any hair.  Was I suppose to?”

                “Never mind...  Here put this on, over your breasts...” The top fitted equally loose over her breasts.  As she walked, her breasts would bounce loosely under the soft chamois.  As the skin pressed against her breasts, her erect nipples would be outlined on the soft chamois.  The color of the chamois and her skin were in complete complement to each other.  The chamois was a bit lighter than her copper complexion. She fidgeted a little with the garments.

                “Oh, yes, not that it will bother you, but when you are punished you will be stripped naked.”

                “I understand, sir, but the blonde girl having her nipples switched as we crossed the arena, still had on her loin-cloth?”

                “Oh, her.  Actually she was having her nipples trained for the next arena show.  Who knows but you might be one who will switch them?”

                “Why was she bound, if not being punished?” Median asked.

                “She wasn’t a month ago...”

                “A month ago!  That’s a long time to have your nipples switched...”

                “That’s nothing, at night she sleeps standing against the bars with clips and weights dangling from them.  It toughens them up...” Median looked at Amah wide eyed.

                Arriving again on the arena floor, Amah began her training by having her fight a wooden cogwheel.  Using a special staff, Median swung, ducked, struck, jumped, side-stepped, danced, turned, slammed, and kneeled as she fought a mock battle against the turning cog.  Sometimes she’d loose, when she did, a thin set of three leather thongs would remind her to be careful.  They’d always seem to find the barest globes of her nearly exposed ass.  The loincloth covered her sex, but left her butt cheeks almost completely exposed. 

                It had been a hard first day.  Quite tired, she lay down on her cot, belly down and closed her eyes.  She was so tired that she didn’t take off her loincloth or top, falling to sleep quickly.

                In the early morning cool, none other than the black girl awaked her and blonde she’d seen the day before.  They were both naked and stared down at her.

                Before she could shake the sleep from her head, Median found herself spread naked against the bars of the kennel, about to pay up for her sassy behavior.  The blonde started caressing her own sore breasts. “I love to have my nipples switched.  Do you?” She took hold of a wicked switch made of thin bamboo.  It hissed as she sliced it through the air. “I’m going to make your nipples hot!  So hot you’ll beg

me to stop...”

                With that she landed a blow squarely across both of Median’s nipples.  Median gasped a vocalized protest. “UMPH!”

                “Gag her!” Snapped the blonde at the naked Nubian.  She gagged her with a piece she tore off Median’s loincloth.  All the while she had the stuffing in her mouth, the blonde made good her promise to turn Median’s nipples into fire.  In a veritable blur, the switch rose and fell with relentless accuracy across Median’s red, erect nipples.  The sound was not loud enough to wake anyone else.  At least if they did awaken to see Median being punished, they weren’t going to do anything about it.  Median’s nipples swelled to nearly twice their normal size.  She thought they were ready to pop!

                “That’s enough on her nipples, Velanna.”

                Delivering another dozen or so, “I’ll say when it is enough!”

                Grabbing her arm to stay the switch, “I said that’ll be enough, Velanna...”

                The two looked each other squarely in the eyes.  “Maybe you want some of this, Luanne...” Velanna rubbed the switch slowly across Luanne’s dark erect nipples.  Luanne slowly, without taking her eyes off Velanna’s eyes, raised her arms and crossed them behind her neck.  Taking in a deep breath, she thrust her breasts out toward Velanna’s waiting switch. 

                ‘SWIT’ “One.” Lanna spoke softly with out a flinch.

                ‘SWIT’ “Two.” Again she spoke, softly, stared right back at Velanna.

                ‘SWIT’ “Three.”

                ‘SWIT’ “Four.”

‘SWIT’ “Fi-ive.” Lanna sucked in her breath a bit, making her breasts heave and bounce.

‘SWIT’ “Six.”

‘SWIT’ “Seven.” Again, Lanna took quick in and out breath. Her breasts visibly quivered.

‘SWIT’ “Eight.”

‘SWIT’ “Nine.”

‘SWIT’ “Ten.”

                “Luanne, your nipples are now a deep, dark red.  I’d say my switch was hungry for the taste of your nipples.” She rubbed the switch firmly up and down over Luanne’s swollen erect nipples. 

                Median was in shock that Luanne took such hard strokes.  Luanne looked squarely into Velanna’s eyes; Velanna spoke, “I think it’s time the switch had a taste of little miss sunshine’s hot sex, don’t you Luanne?” Luanne’s eyes focused on Median’s gagged face and Median’s forehead crisped up and her eyes squinted in a silent plea.  Luanne looked back at Velanna and nodded in agreement. 

Still gagged, Median was now spread upside down on the same bars.  Her sex ‘peeled’ apart and exposed.  It was at a perfect position to inflict a harsh switching.  “Sunshine, I like that name for you.  You’re so damn sun-tanned.  Darker than this one.” Luanne points to Velanna with the switch, she's quite tan for a blonde.  Median nods her head.  “You’re almost as dark as me, but not the same way, you must be a field girl to have gotten so damn sun-tanned...” Median nodded again.  “Now...  You don’t remember me, but I remember you.  In fact you see Velanna and I are both former field girls.  Only, I worked on the walls, being a Nubian and all.  But, you probably don’t remember the walls, do you?” Nodding her head vigorously, Median acknowledged her comment about the walls with a muffled, “Ump-humph.”

                “Been there, eh?  Yes, well I remember that a certain Orinoco girl who got her nipples and sex ‘blistered’ do you remember that?” Nodding slowly, Median muffled another, “Ump-hum.” Luanne went on, “It seems a smart-ass ‘Sungirl’, what we Nubians call a white girl who’s so brown she looks like one of us, that girl just blistered her nearly raw!  Simply because she was mistakenly put to work on the wall.  I know because it was my sister that this Sungirl had blistered...”

                Struggling to free the gag, Median shook her head, no.  With a smile, Luanne looked at Velanna, “I think this one is trying to say something in her defense...” Luanne removed Median’s gag, but was ready to put it back on.  Coughing and choking Median voiced out a protest, “That’s not true and you know it!  If

you were there, you’d have seen it was me ‘blistered’ earlier on my ass and back...” Rolled her eyes over to Velanna, “Raised welts it did!” She rolled them back to Luanne, “It was your ‘sister’ who chided out to have me turned around and blistered on my nipples and sex.  It was only then that Artimus arrived and saw that they were about to punish a white girl.  The overseers were more than willing to blister me good...” To Velanna again, “He was angry that they were punishing me for protesting.  He was even angrier with the Orinoco girl who yelled to have my nipples and sex blistered.  He handed me the ‘blister’ and told me to punish the girl who was really responsible for my being there...”

                “You didn’t flinch a bit when he told you to blister her, did you?” Luanne interjected.

                “He was a master, what was I supposed to do?  If you’d been to the fields as you claim, you would know that to disobey means punishment.  It’s very common for the overseers to make the slaves punish each other, you know this is true, if you’re the field girl you claim to be!  He could have had us both blistered and to be quite frank, I didn’t want another blisterin’...”

                “Is she telling the truth, Luanne?” Velanna cocked her head to one side.

                “Well, now, you gonna believe her or me?” Luanne put her hands on her hips.

                “I said, is she telling the truth, Luanne?” Velanna narrowed her eyes.

                While Luanne nodded, Velanna raised her eyebrows and spoke, “Well, it seems that a bit of Nubian revenge is being sought, true?” Luanne nodded again. “Hand me the switch, Luanne, you know the position...”

                Standing now with her back to Velanna, Luanne crossed her wrists behind her head.  She spread her legs wide.  Median could smell Luanne’s dusky female odor.  With her own legs spread, a mixture of her own sweet juices and Carlos’ love filled the cell.  Velanna knew just how to deliver those awful up and under strokes that could almost make a girl faint.  The first of a dozen landed with a wet sounding THUCK.

Whimpering, Luanne shuddered enough to make her breasts quiver, “AAA!  One.”

‘THUCK’ Lanna shook her head, muffling her cry, “Haagrh!  Two.”

‘THUCK’ this one found its mark square on her clitoris.  She made an even louder groan, “NAAH!  Ah!  Three...  Ah!”

‘THUCK’ Another one on the clit. “NO!  OH!  E-YEA!  Four!  HUGH!”

‘THUCK’ Luanne’s clit nearly exploded causing her to bringing her arms down, but she stopped short of touching her sore cleft, Luanne wiggled and cupped both hands over her breasts.  She toyed with her, by now, well switched nipples.  She was gasping and biting her lips, “AH!  HOWWW!  OH!  Oh... Five.”

                “Arms back up and feet apart, girl.  Keep silent or I’ll gag you.” Velanna ordered as she noticed a couple of girls stirring in their cots.

                “Yes, mistress.”

                ‘THUCK’ what accuracy!  Another to the clit, this one had Luanne fairly dancing in place.  Still with her wrists crossed behind her head and her legs spread as before, she jiggled and wiggled in place.  Her breasts bouncing in a very obscene and provocative manner.  This earned her sore nipples a quick three-some with the switch.  She fought off the urge to scream, but Luanne spoke now in her Orinoco tongue, “Amambah helba osopu mi basaba e’tutu...  HUGH!  OH!  HOW!  YEOW-ER!  OOOH!  NOGA!  NO!  UGH!!  NO!  S-S-S-S-Six.”

                ‘THUCK’ Velanna was a stickler for accuracy.

                This time Luanne shook her head, her breasts swayed in obscene motions, “HUM!  Seven.”

                ‘THUCK’ it sounded pretty wet, a shudder followed by a quiver and a sharp, “AH! Eight.”

                ‘THUCK’ this one made her break out in a sweat.  Luanne shook her head for control, “OH!  N-NO!  Nine.”

                ‘THUCK’ only blinding pain and Median was feeling quite sorry for Luanne.  What was she sorry about?  It would soon be her pussy under the switch.  A short up and down, “O-OH!  Ten.”

                “Why are you counting?”

                “Shut up!  It’ll be your turn soon.”

                ‘THUCK’ a wet hit.  “GEE-UP!  B-BLAST!  OH!  Eleven.”

                ‘THUCK’ finally it was the end.  “OH-UP!  A-A-AH!  N-NO!  Twelve, thank you mistress.”     Median couldn’t believe what she had just seen.

                “Now it be your turn, Sungirl...” In a blaze of strokes that could only have come from a woman who had a deep dislike for white women.  Luanne delivered so many harsh licks to Median’s sex that it amazed even Velanna.  It was a good thing she was gagged thought Velanna.  If Amah had seen what they did to her, they’d be in for it good tomorrow.  It was a sheer wonder that Median could even breathe.  A few times Velanna had to stay Luanne’s hand to allow Median to catch her breath.  After all, Velanna thought, she may be a brunette, but she is still a white girl. All the while the strokes fell, Median’s nudity bounced

and shuddered against the bars.  Sometimes enough to cause a quite noticeable rattle. 

                Two mouths shared the bounty of that harvest of pain.  Median rocked gently against the bars, her sex fairly dripping with dew.  How many times she climaxed?  She’d lost count...

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