THE ARENA

By
S. M. Knights

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More Training, and the Nettles

                Only a few more weeks of training remained before Flavious’ Sweltering Summer Wrestling Show.  Median, Luanne, Velanna and Collena made surprising progress in their training.  However, Evectus the wheel master, reminded Amah that Velanna had twelve more days to serve out her punishment for complaining about her treatment at the mill.  In an effort to drive home the painful lesson to Velanna, Evectus ordered that she ride a torture prong and be whipped across her breasts.  This would be done to her each day for thirty days, adding a stroke a day, beginning with one on the first day, two on the second day and so forth.  She was now made ready for her nineteenth day.  Following each day’s whipping she was to be left on the prong for an added hour of intense exposure.

In the open punishment pen on one side of the training arena, stood three vertical polished metal torture prongs displaying their cross pieces and wedge ‘seats’ with molded butt and cunt plugs all shinny in the sun.  The butt plug was about the size of a man’s thumb, while the prong for the pussy was almost as thick as a fist and about five inches long.  In the pen along with these prongs stood a few posts, stocks and vaulting horses all of which served as a quick reminders to obey and follow the trainer’s orders.  A well oiled Velanna was lifted up and mounted in the ‘seat’ with both plugs fitted into her openings.  Using small ladders, the men secured her wrists with clamps on each end of the upper cross piece and locked them tight with annoying spikes that curved over preventing her from making a fist and causing irritation to the palms of her hands.  The bottom cross piece held her ankles wide spread, revealing the split of her cleft and exposing the presence of the cunt plug neatly in place.  To a passing onlooker, the pain of the butt plug could only be surmised by the look on her face.  Stark naked, the nearly crucified blonde was ready for her punishment and the position made it look like she was beseeching the intense sun for mercy.  An action that gave an appearance of ‘sun worshipping’ with arms outstretched.  Evectus himself would deliver the nineteen whiplashes across her breasts after which she’d be left on the prong for another hour to face the harsh sun.  This constant exposure gave a dark reddish-bronze color to her skin, and in the process her nipples became so swollen and blistered that they resembled a pair of red unopened rose buds.

The rest of the arena trainees, most of them nude, completed their morning exercises and at Amah’s summons formed a group of two lines near the punishment pen.  Standing at attention in the front line, the women stood with their tits shoved out and in the back line stood the men.  Amahs wanted the women to have a better vantagepoint to view this blonde take her punishment.  Each of them clearly saw a very pitiful looking Velanna put painfully on display and ready for the whip.  Median, Collena, and Luanne were side by side, with Luanne in the middle, all three felt the hot sun on their bare backs, hotter than they had cared to feel.

                Amah called group again to attention, the bare breasted women exposing various shades of bronze and brown, their nipples standing hard and erect like the pointed tips of various shaped cones turned sideways.  The girls made them almost stand up as he walked along the front line, he thought to himself.  Looking he noticed, how different yet uniform the breasts of each girl appeared to be and what a delight it would be to punish them all.  He rubbed his jaw as he studied each girl’s well-developed back, butt and cunt.  Amah was a cruel man, if he came to a girl who still had on her training cloth or some other garment, he would smile at her and strip it off her, scaring her almost enough to make her pee.  Glancing the other way, he noticed that the men were staring at the women and developing a firm hard on in the process.  This was the price of allowing them to go around naked; he figured that would happen.

                Median commented to Luanne, “It’s a furnace out here, poor Velanna it’s a good thing she can take the sun...”

                “Who’s mumbling in line!” Shouted Amah, “Let’s keep it tight lipped.” All were quiet now.  “I distinctly heard a female voice mumbling.  Who was it?  Speak up or I’ll double her punishment!” Amah ordered pointing to Velanna.

                “It was me, sir...” Median stepped forth.

                “Well, well, a field girl.  Look at her, just magnificent here in all her glory.  I really wouldn’t have suspected that you would find this punishment harsh.  Isn’t it right that field girls work naked in the sun all the time and from the looks of you, I would say that you’ve been working in it for a long time.”  The group shuffled slightly as there is a kind of animosity between the arena slaves and the field slaves.

                “No sir, I was recently transferred to the arena and you are my trainer, sir.” Median tried to respond with respect.

                Amah was not happy with her arrogance, “So I am indeed your trainer and with that remark, I shall begin your first lesson in discipline, you arrogant little slut!” Snapping his fingers in the direction of Evectus and Ponteus, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair yanking her head back; “Put her up beside her friend, bind both of their heads against the upright by the hair and gag ‘um!  Evectus you will whip the blonde’s tits with the thong as ordered, but on this brown one I’ll raise welts across her tits with this!” He showed him a single tail whip about a quarter of an inch thick made of tightly braided snakeskin over a strip of cow’s hide. “You will regret the day you were born with breasts and a tongue.” He let go of her hair.  “Now, anyone else with the comments?” No one moved. “Good, ‘cause the blonde one and her brown companion are going to be breast whipped.  If any more of you cunts feel this is unjust, speak up and you can join them on the other prong here.  That goes for you come strokin’ bastards in the next row, as well.  I can have a cross set up for you to hang from with a spike up your ass while this little cock sucker…” He grabbed Luanne by her hair dragging her out of line; “Beats your knob with a spiked ball, understand?”  Again there was silence. “Evectus you may begin…”

                Velanna could only stare towards the sky, she could hear some movement behind her and to one side, but even as she strained she could only catch a glimpse of Median bound helpless beside her.  Closing her eyes she waited for the first stroke.  The thong had been soaking in a container of salt water; Evectus took it out and shook it loose.  His arm went back and the wait was over.

                ‘WHOP’ three thongs molded themselves to the contours of Velanna’s breasts; she jerked once and from behind the gag, “HAAA!”

                She heard the thongs slice the air before they struck her breasts, ‘WHOP’ she jerked once again, and “HAAA” came out from behind her gag.

                ‘WHOP’ one shake of her head, “HAAA!”

                ‘WHOP’ again her breasts exploded with pain, “HAAA!”

                ‘WHOP’ she jerked again, this one made her ride up and down a little on the prong, “HAAA!”

                ‘WHOP’ her breasts swayed from side to side with this one, “HAAA!”

                To the watching group, her breasts began to swell and turn red with each impact of the thong.  Evectus was skilled at using this whip, Velanna felt like he’d split her nipples.  The next one made her struggle against the cross pieces with the spikes digging into the palms of her hands, drawing some blood, ‘WHOP’ “HAAA!” She rode up and down on the thongs desperate to have an orgasm.  It would take her mind of the beating.

                Amah watched as Evectus beat the blonde across her breasts.  Many times when he would watch her work out he’d close his eyes and envision her taking a breast whipping.  Now and for several more days to come, his fantasy would come true.  He licked his lips at the thought of using his single tail on Median’s ripe melons.  He would paint them up good and red, then watch her prance about the arena proudly naked and displaying those stripped, pouting titties of hers.  Looking at Median in her shameful exposure, he decided to humiliate her with a set of nipple shields after taking her down.  The last time any one of these bitches put on a set of those hated things, they begged to go naked for a year instead of wearing them.

                Velanna shivered after the last stroke fell away.  Her exposure to the heat only amplified her pain.  The group immediately noticed the chaffed redness to her breasts tipped with blood red nipples quivering in the sun.  She seemed to settle back into her pain and the bliss of another orgasm.

                Amah stepped up and uncoiled his single tale whip, letting it dangle in view just enough for Median to see it.  She saw him draw it back and let it fly square across both of her nipples.  The pain was unlike any breast whipping that she’d ever felt.  Her mind filled with a plethora of thoughts, ranging from this bastard wanting to slice her breasts off to the pain of the dong in her cunt as she bounced herself off and onto it several times trying to shake off the pain, from behind her gag she gurgled, “HARRGH!  HAA!”

                ‘WHISSUP’ “HARUNG!”

                ‘WHISSUP’ “HARGH!  HA!”

                ‘WHISSUP’ “HAARGHH!”

                ‘WHISSIP’ “HAAA!”

                ‘WHISSUP’ “HAAMMPH!  OAH!”

                Amah was taking his time with her, and he did love the way this braid splayed itself across her tits.  What a pair of them she had, too, he thought to himself.  Bigger than the blonde’s bouncing globes swaying under Evectus’ thong.  He stopped for a second and coiled up his braid, while Median tried to catch her breath.  She slid up and down on the prongs a couple of times while he went over and grabbed up a field girl’s strap.  Smiling to himself, he’d always wanted to put some big-breasted field girl up on one of these prongs and pop her across the tits with one of these straps.  Now he had the chance to relish in it.

                ‘WHAP’ “YAAGH!”

                ‘WHAP’ “YAAGH!”

                “WHAP’ “ARRGH!  AH!” This stroke made Median pee and as she strained herself up and slightly off the prong, a golden stream of her fluid squirted out in a steady stream onto the hot ground of the arena’s punishment pen.

                Both Amah and Evectus thought this was disgusting, from one side Evectus landed a stroke with the wet thongs across Median’s breasts and immediately followed it with a lick of the strap from the other direction.  Median shuddered and squired out a thicker creamy white stuff that resembled male cum.  It came in spurts; Amah looked at her and over at Evectus, “Look the cunt’s ejaculating!” Her beating continued until she stopped squirming on the prong.

                With their hour of exposure completed, the girls were taken down from the torture prongs.  Median, still suffering from the whipping, looked down at her twin globes covered with solid red band and still erect nipples which had swollen to more than twice their normal size.  Amah forced her to her knees and rammed his cock into her mouth.  She sucked his cock hard making him come again and again.  Evectus ran Velanna to her knees and jamming his cock into her mouth, made her suck him until just before he came when he pulled out and squirted all over her whip swollen breasts, leaving his cum to drip off her raw and swollen nipples.

                Amah’s diabolical mind ordered that wet rawhide strips be placed around the two girl’s hips with another wet piece bisecting their shinny clams.  Two other wet strips were fastened to both of Velanna’s nipples.  She would now be totally at the mercy of orgasms and the hot sun.  Median on the other hand

received a couple of Amah’s favorite toys, ‘nipple shields’.  He devised these to deal with little mouthy bitches that came and went around the arena and always complained about their nipples getting sunburned.  Every girl in the place had learned to hate them as most of them had felt them upon one occasion or another.  It was time for Median to learn the discipline of these horridly nasty metal things.  Made of heavy gold metal with sharp needlepoint coming from the center, they were a hundred times more painful than being ringed.  Looking harmless enough and in fact unless the secret of them were known, a casual glance at them would hardly raise an eyebrow.  He held them in his palm for Median to view, glancing she asked snidely, “So, what are these for?” He inserted them in each center of her swollen nipples.  They were simply awful and surprisingly heavy for their size.  It must have been the weight of the gold.  Holding her by the arms he looked at her with an intense focus, “You will wear these until I decide to take them out.  If you remove them without my permission, you will be back on the torture prong for an entire day, understand?” Median nodded her head.

One of the girls who’d been gathered about as witness, gave off a startled, but subdued shrill, she

held her hand over her mouth as Amah and Evectus looked at her.  She shook her head in panic and liped

without any words coming out, a ‘No, please, please not me, I’m sorry...’ as she shook her head and put her

hands over her breasts at the same time.  Amah pointed his finger at the brownette and spoke loud enough for her to hear him clearly, “I’ll deal with you later, arena slut!”  The girl cowered and looked about at her

friends for help; there was none.

                It wasn’t until he put the first one on that Median realized how they were made and applied to her

body.  She looked but didn’t believe what he was doing to her.  On the back of each shield was an inch long extremely sharp pin that he plunged directly into the tip of her left nipple.  It sank in slowly and almost painlessly at first.  When it was in all the way, he let go of the shinny shield.  It was heavier than it looked

and made itself felt by causing a slight downward drag on the end of her breast.  Amah lifted her breast

slightly and tested it’s presence on her.  It made her whimper.  He patted the shield a bit, causing it to sink

just a tiny bit further.  It was this last little tap that caused her to feel the hurt of the thing.  She swallowed hard and really didn’t have time to react as he applied the other one to her right breast and like before, tapped in gently in place.   He stepped back and admired their placement on her breasts and he was pleased that they didn’t make the ends of her breasts sag too much.  One of the nastiest things Amah does after putting those shields on a girl’s nipples, is to take a slender rod or lath, and give them a gentle tape further to ‘seat them’ so he claims.  He held the rod and took aim at the shields, bringing it down directly across the two shields with a firm but gentle, ‘THUCK’.  It made a wet sound like he’d hit a polished piece of silver on a saddlebag.

                Median blinked her eyes twice doing everything in her power to fight down the pain.  It was just too much to ask of herself not to react.  With a bloodcurdling scream, she shook her body so hard that

her breasts bounced which added to her discomfort a lot.  She immediately quit doing that action and tossed her head madly about screaming, “AAAHHHAAA!  TAUKE THESE DAMMN THUNGS OFF RIIIGHTTT NNNOOOWWW!  OOOWWWAAAHHH, JJJUUNNOO!  THEEEYRRREEE AAAWWWFFFUUULLLL!”

                “Shut the fuck up girl, right now, or I’ll give you another ‘tap’ in place!” Amah threatened.  All the

girls began to grumble and put their own hands over their nipples.  Amah looked around, unhappy with what was happening, “You all there, get a grip on yourselves or by the gods, I’ll put these things on all of you for a week, UNDERSTAND!?!”  The rest of the girls fought back their comments and got into order.  “That’s better, you all have felt these before, it just so happens that our little field girl here hasn’t and it’s a normal reaction to them at first.  She thinks they’re going to ruin her breasts, but they won’t.  They just feel that way, right Sonya?” Amah asks a muscular redhead arena girl who’d felt them more times than she cared to, “Yes, lord Amah!  You are always right in your methods of discipline for us!”

                Amah realized that he had a demonstration model for the crowd and Median, “Sonya you are so right and for this I’ll let you be the one to show these other weaklings just how it’s done.  Come over here and put your wrists behind your head,” Amah inserted two shields, one into each of Sonya’s big nipples.  She squirmed and sucked in air between her teeth, Amah snapped at her, “Stand still and turn around.” She started to take her wrists from behind her neck, Amah grabbed her right arm, “Leave them up and stand here,” He positioned her, “Good, now I will give you five with the strap over the tips.” Sonya whimpered nervously taking up her position, “Good, ready…”

                ‘SWHIP’ “HUGHAA!”

                ‘SWHUP’ “HUGHAA!” The strap driving the shields deeper into Sonya’s large nipples, each lash of the strap making them sway back and forth.

                ‘SWHIP’ “HUGHAAH!” She shook her head.

                ‘SWHUP’ “NAAUGH!  Ooh!  This hurts deep, sir!”

                He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, “Whimpering cunt, Evectus strip off this cunt’s loincloth, fix a rawhide on her twat and wrap each of her tits with five feet of soaked hemp when I’m done!  I’ll teach you to whimper.”  He took aim and gave her a last stroke; ‘SMACK’ Sonya danced on her tiptoes, which made her tits bounce about, “AAA!  OWWEE!”

                “You all better take a lesson from Sonya here and pay attention to Median…” Amah takes up his rod and with each of the words he says next, he applies a tap on Median’s nipple shields, “because ... she ... doesn’t ... have ...  a ... clue ... as ... to ... how ... a ... proper ... arena ... girl ... is ... to ... behave!” On that last word, he gave her a firm tap.  Median howled another protest as she shook her breasts sideways, but not as hard as before, she was already learning, “AAA!  SSTOOPPITOHMYGODDESSSS!” Spittle dribbled out all over the place.

                The rest of the group went back to their training, Velanna and Median suffering under the squeeze of the rawhide strips as they dried in the heat.  Median squirming in agony as the little shields heated up hellishly hot.  Making small design brands into the skin around her nipples that would take several weeks to disappear.  For a while as they baked to scalding temperature, the sharp pin heated up also and made it feel as if her nipple was cooking on the inside.  Actually they weren’t it just felt like they were; she just hated those awful shields.  Amah decided to make a spectacle of Median and Sonya’s discomfort.  He had the two girls strung up by their thumbs against a post, breast to breast, forcing the shields together and deeper into each other’s breasts.  He went over to them and yanked their hair forcing each girl’s head back, their breasts pressing flat together, “Hurts doesn’t it bitches?  Prey to Osiris that I let you both down in a couple of hours and remove the shields.” He chuckled to himself as he let go of their hair and the two moaned as their bodies settled once more to intimate closeness.

                Later that afternoon, Luanne had fallen short on her lessons and Amah ordered that she received a severe nettling.  Dangling upside down bald sex naked, her legs spread between two posts.  Evectus nettled her until her cleft turned ruby red.  He drubbed the nettles up and down without end for at least an hour over her bare breasts and sex.  Luanne howled like a wounded dog as she climaxed several times before he would stop.  Her agony was so loud that Median thought Luanne was being beaten with a rod, since she really didn’t know what a nettling was.  It would be sometime later on before she would learn and only then would Median discover something that would make the pain of the shields go away.

                With training resuming again after they’d let Luanne down from her nettling, Median heard another commotion.  This time it was Collena and obviously, she’d earned someone’s wrath. Median could see better what was happening to Collena rather than hear it.  She saw Collena who was staggering along the top of a wall, being drug by her wrists towards one edge.  A couple of guards fastened ankle chains and a heavy spreader between them.  Her wrists were corded behind her back, and a chain dangled loosely from her collar.  Two heavy stones were attached to each end of the spreader connecting her ankles.  With certain ease, a chain that had been attached to an eyebolt in the center of the spreader was hooked into an overhang that was erected from the top of the wall.  Gently, she was lowered, upside down, over the edge until she hung jerking about with her legs obscenely spread open.  From where she stood, Median could see how wet her sex had become and the two dangling things attached to her nipples.   

                Luanne had hung from it before and looking at Median commented, “They’ll leave her exposed like that the rest of the afternoon.  Frankly, girl, I’d rather hang upside down and get my pussy all sunburned than to have it nettled...”

                “... Or my nipples shielded.” Median glanced a look at Luanne, who smiled back a short acknowledgment smile more or less, then looked back on Collena hanging on the side of the wall.

                Median saw Proctus and Evectus scolding Collena and slapping her breasts, she shook her head

in a negative gesture several times.  Proctus yanked on the rope, drawing her wrists down and above her head from that point of view, while Evectus continued to slap her breasts and scold her.

                The two men left her dangling nude, with her body glistening and shimmering in the heat waves boiling up from the ground.  She shook her hair and tugged on her tethered wrists, contemplating her awful

position. 

                Proctus nudged Evectus as they walked away, “That little slut is a troublemaker, Evectus, I want

her bung popped tonight with a string ball, say about fifty strokes or so, then have her put on a staff and

drubbed with a lath on those big tits of hers.  Threaten her with the shields if gets mouthy with you.”  Evectus, nodded as he strolled along, “I think the little twat will learn to do what is expected of her and

stop this pathetic whining...” Both men walked away joking and laughing as they made plans.  Collena jerked about on her tether wishing someone would let her down.

                     It seemed like they were gone a long while, but in actuality only for a few minutes.  Proctus carried back a bucket filled with oil to coat Collena with.  He was then to coat Median and Velanna with it. Doing this was a great pleasure to him.  Getting to feel the firm bodies of these female gladiators.  It would always make his cock stand hard to rub it into their breasts and sex.

                Evectus returned caring a whip, it was a long whip, some six or seven feet long, braided, with a split end of six tails, each some six or eight inches in length.  When Proctus had applied the oil to Collena, Evectus motioned for him to go and coat Velanna and Median.  Still Median couldn’t hear any spoken words but she saw Collena shake her head several times.

                Standing naked and tall, Evectus applied oil to Luanne and Median.  He spread their ankles and put a generous coating on each of their smooth clefts.  Proctus vocalized his pleasure at being able to apply

the oil to the two nude women.  He alluded to offering to twiddle them if they would agree to suck his cock.

It was during these negotiations that Median heard the first sound come from the direction of Collena, the whistling sound of a whip lash, followed by the girl’s scream.  Making a pester of himself, Proctus vocalized his offer.  He nudged Median who had turned her attention away from him to see Collena being whipped.  As he poked her shoulder, she saw Evectus swing the whip around in his usual side arm delivery.  It coiled itself across Collena’s breasts as she saw her head toss back, then hearing a distant squeal of agony from the cherry colored blonde.

                “Look at your friend, she’s getting a whipping from him, while she’s hanging all exposed and upside down against that wall.” Proctus rubbed his cock; “Amah loves keeping you bitches just as naked as the day you were born.  He tells us it keeps you in line and aware of your place in life as slaves.” He reached over and tweaked Median’s left nipple at the same time he reached over and tweaked Luanne’s right nipple, causing both girls to gasp a dry, throaty groan. “Hey, you two could use some water, I bet?” The two girls nodded and in the distance could be heard the steady cadence of Evectus’ whip; followed by an equally steady scream from Collena.

                As Proctus gave the two girls a much-needed drink, Luanne asked him, “How much longer is he going to whip her?” Proctus looked over at the whipping scene going on, he stroked himself again a couple

of times, “I don’t know really, I suppose forty or fifty, maybe. You both know Evectus, when he gets to swinging that whip, why sometimes he doesn’t want to stop...” Proctus still stroked himself into a nice erection watching the blonde take a horse whipping. 

                “By the gods Proctus, you’ve worked yourself up real hard, hasn’t he Median?  Just look at that

thing will you?  Why, I’ll bet you’ve sired half the island for master Flavious already haven’t you?” Luanne

gave Median a play along look, Luanne has something in mind. 

                “Well, Luanne, you only complement me when you have a mind for something, you want a poke with this or maybe your friend here?” Proctus smiled at Luanne as he rolled his eyes toward Median.

                “Proctus, go over an coax Evectus to ease up on our blonde friend, and when you come back, we’ll

be real friendly to you.” Luanne winked at him and Median followed with a wink as she put her arms up and

behind her head, exposing her well oiled breasts even more.

                “Really, you would!?!  Well, shit my pants, if I was wearing any.  Hot damn, you two got the smoothest cunneys I ever did see.  I want to poke you both right now, then I’ll go stop him, shit damn..!”

                “No, help our friend first before he whips her to death already...” Luanne pointed again at the whipping being given to Collena. 

                “Gnaw, he ain’t going to whip her to hurt her none.  No way, why he’ll make her come I’ll bet.  Just like he did you two...” With those words, he gave Luanne a little prod with his finger on her freshly nettled pussy.  Velanna and Median looked at each other giving him a sheepish smile, Luanne gave a quick jerk away from his finger as he landed it squarely onto her clit.  It made her voice jerk a bit, “W-wait, oh, my...”

                Proctus shook his head and continued to massage his now massive dong, “I know when a girl comes, you two did, didn’t you?  Yeah, it’s easy to see when by how wet you get down there.” Neither of the girls answered him, they just smiled at his comment while looking at each other; “Come on now, you know how I can really tell?”

                Altogether the girls replied, including a couple standing near by enough to hear their conversation, “No.”

                “It’s in your eyes that I see it first, then your breasts and then your sex.  Oh, your mouths open and close sometimes and your breathing becomes heavy, yes, and don’t forget the oohs and ahs, and the opening and closing of your legs and hands.  Hands that seem to clutch an invisible cock, and then it’s your tongue licking over your teeth and lips with those subtle little shudders that just make your breasts quiver.

You know what I really like to see..?”

                All the girls shake their heads, no.     

                “A girl coming under the whip, or the switch, oh that counts big time! Yessiree, that whip’ll drag the orgasms out of a girl for sure, every time.  Y’all  know what’s odd about that?” Again, they all shake their heads, no.  “No matter how hard a girl gets whipped, she still somewhere along the way has an orgasm.  I mean I’ve seen some really nasty whippings in my days.  Oh, yeah, especially over there on Sugar Island, did any of you know that Evectus use to be an overseer on Sugar Island?  That’s where he learned all about whipping you girls!  He said he’s going to teach me someday, not that I haven’t done a little practice, right

Chetina?” Spoke Proctus with a proud smile on his face, as a young fawn colored girl with raisin dark nipples lowered her head with shyness.

                “Really?” Median sounded interested.  Luanne just rolled her eyes, wishing he’d shut up. 

                “A fact girl.  I wanted to be a guard over there, but instead I went to work here about the time Evectus was hired on.  He took over as Flavious’ master trainer and overseer right away.  He told me that

when he was on Sugar Island, even on the hottest of days he’d step right up and dish out a whipping when the other overseers wanted to stay in the shade.  I recollect his telling me one time that he took to whipping a Roman patrician.  A fine looking woman she be, sent there for doing in her husband, a Roman senator no less.  The only thing that saved her life was the Emperor hated the man worse than she did.  The Emperor forgave her for killing the man, but she was sent to Sugar Island to calm the outcries of the other patricians and vestals.  Six years of hard labor was the woman’s sentence, along with a few dozen whippings, a branding and worse for her was that Evectus made her work naked until the lash marks would heal.”

                “Evectus can be very cruel...” Velanna echoed out as she walked towards the group.

                “Watch your tongue, girl, if he heard you, you’ll be taking your friend’s place.  If I were you I wouldn’t be wanting any more whipping on that sun-burned hide of yours” Velanna’s eyes grew wide with fear, with a wink at Median and Luanne, she nodded.

                “Well, looks like he’s about finished...” Proctus picked up the small pail and left.  Walking back

toward the place Evectus was whipping Collena.  Leaving Median, Luanne, Velanna and the rest of his

audience thinking about his erect cock.

                Velanna nodded toward Proctus as he walked away, saying, “Did I see a big erection on him, or

was the sun playing tricks on me?”

                “Nope, girl he was ready, only we wanted him to stop Evectus from whipping Collena nearly to

death over there...” In the distance, they still heard the lash falling wetly on Collena’s bare skin.  As Proctus approached the area, Evectus stopped his whipping.  Collena twisted and writhed at her tether, even from

the distance, it was easy to see the welts Evectus raised across Collena’s nakedness.

                The girls all became quite aroused at what happened next, Evectus removed his loin cloth and

Proctus stroked himself again to full erection.  With Evectus in the front, and Proctus at the rear, the two men fucked Collena, both ends at the same time.  Collena came at the same time the two men did. 

                Proctus seemed relieved as he wandered back over to the three girls.  Well, you three ready to

satisfy me?” He began to stroke himself up again, causing the three girls to squirm uneasily.  

                Velanna and Luanne had the most experience in the arena, Median just looked at his cock and

dropped to her knees starting to suck on him.  Velanna felt uneasy about this, open sex in the arena during

training was not allowed by one of Amah’s rules.  Luanne too felt uneasy, since she’d been nettled earlier

and that was Amah’s punishment for violation of the rule.  Proctus just wanted to poke the three girls and

be done with it, he wasn’t looking for trouble for them, but who cares if they get caught, he wouldn’t get

punished, but they would.  He thought about watching Velanna and Median get a nettling, he’d just seen

it happen a little while ago to Luanne, but sure give it to her again...

                Median let out a shriek as Proctus’ cock gagged her.  Velanna tried to quiet her.  “Shhh!  Median!  Shut up!  If you cry-out like that, Amah will come over here and nettle us all good, Luanne doesn’t want it again, do you?  I don’t want those things on my sunburned nipples either.  You think those shields hurt...”

                It was too late, her actions drew Amah’s attention, “Here, here.  What’s all the screaming about?”

                Velanna tried to down play the situation, “Nothing, sir.  She was trying to adjust herself and her back got into a kink or something...”

                “Or something?” Amah smelled trouble, “Here let me see...”

                “Yes, sir, well, you see...” Median had regained her composure and was trying to set things straight.  “I think you two...” He pointed to Proctus and Median, “Were engaging in some sex play, now

is that true Proctus?” Proctus was trying to put his loin cloth back on, “Oh, well, sir, we...”

                “You were weren’t you Proctus, now don’t lie to me!?” Amah was serious, the other girls began to

shake and shiver just a bit.

                “I, I, I, yes, sir...  But I can, explain...”

                “No ‘but I can’ to me, boy.  Maybe all of you need a good dose, you too Proctus, right on that hard cock of yours!” Amah was getting angry at no ones admission.  Median sensed it and answered, “In truth, sir, I was sucking on Proctus.  It was not his fault.” Median lowered her eyes.

                “Velanna you should have stopped them, you know better.  You too, Luanne as I see you have a

swollen looking cleft already and I’m sure you’re not ready for the nettles again, are you?” Amah looked

Luanne in the eyes, she lowered them, “Or you either, Velanna!  Median..!”

                Amah was intense as he lowered his voice and spoke slowly and carefully to the four of them, “Here’s the rule, there is to be no open sex unless during punishment, while training is underway.  Is that understood?  Punishment for this violation is forty strokes on the upturned, spread sex with fresh nettle blooms.  Proctus, thank your lucky stars that you are employed here and this girl admitted her actions, or you could have received a taste of these on that proud cock of yours.” Proctus swallowed hard, Amah continued, “Median you are the most guilty, so you will get forty plus five.  Velanna you will get forty and Luanne, because you were recently nettled, I will give you a choice.  Forty with the rest of your friends or twenty with the lath on your quite swollen looking cleft, you must choose.” Luanne shivered and looked up into the afternoon sky, not a cloud could be seen, and she wasn’t ready for more nettles on her cleft, “I’ll take the drubbing with the lath, sir.”

                “All right, so be it, Proctus, you string up these two,” He indicated Median and Velanna, “I want

them up by their ankles and spread wide, dangling with their arms off the ground.  As for this one,” He pointed to Luanne, “Put her flat on her belly with her ankles up high so that her sex is split wide open and up off the ground, between those two posts right there.  After she’s secured, I want you to put a couple of those smooth river stones under her breasts, and tie her wrists behind her back.  Then I want you to go over and get about six handfuls of fresh nettles and a couple of those three foot laths, the ones about that, “He showed by putting his thumb and index finger about an inch and a half apart, “wide.  Now is there anything you don’t understand about my instructions?” Proctus shook his head no, he understood. “Good, now we’ll

get down to some serious licks.” It took the simple minded Proctus at least ten minutes to get the pun on

that last comment of Amah’s.  All of a sudden out of no where Proctus began laughing uncontrollably, “Ha, ha, ha, haaaa, ha!  Now I get it, sir, nettles, serious licks, upended cunts, boy oh boy, sir, you really do have

a sense of humor...” Amah wasn’t laughing, and neither were the girls.

                “Evectus!  EVECTUS!” Evectus came on the jog, “I was close by, sir and I thought I could lend some help...”

                “You want to help yourself with these two, don’t you Evectus?” He nods.

                “Okay, you can help.  Go help Proctus fetch a large picking of nettles, look for the ones with the damp bells filled with prickly spores, you know the kind I want.”

                “Yes, sir.”

                “Oh, remind Proctus to bring the gloves,” He called after Evectus.

                The girls were in for it now.  The two men arrived and immediately put on the gloves to get ready.

“Now I want you both to take your time and nettle these two sluts good, while I work on Luanne here.  Use those things pretty well over their bodies, but concentrate most of them on their sex, understood?”

                “Yes sir.”

                “You might want to put those bit gags back on them, Luanne howled like a banshee when you had

nettled her earlier, Evectus.” Evectus nodded to Amah, as he dashed off to get a couple of bit gags. “Oh, by the way girls, besides Luanne here, have either of you ever been nettled before?” Velanna nodded, as tears began to swell in her eyes.  Median just shook her head, no, but she was about to become experienced.

                “Velanna you tell her, my throat is dry, well go on, tell her.” Amah coaxed Velanna.

                It was difficult for her to talk upside down, but she made a good effort, “At first, you don’t notice the effects, and all you feel is a light, steady tap on your clit or nipple, maybe sometimes both.  After a few minutes you began to think you could handle it.  It makes your clitoris get warm, and your nipples tingle, after about five minutes or so, the warmth becomes a heat.  Then the tickle becomes a pang, and increases to a fire all the while the pang slowly becomes a throb.  You don’t know it yet, but already your clit and nipples have swollen up by about half again their size.  It is then, you begin to realize that it’s only the beginning,  after about ten minutes of drubbing with those little bells of spores, your entire sex is ready to explode in flames.  Your breasts and nipples just ache something awful and you start to scream and scream until you

think your lungs are going to burst.  I’ve heard of some women being driven nearly crazy from the steady drubbing of their privates with those awful little blossoms, and I almost forgot, don’t try to stop them with your hands, as they make them hurt more than your sex or breasts later on.  Fight back the urge to protect yourself, trust me on this, that’s why our hands aren’t tied.” As she finished those words, Evectus arrived and put the bit gags on the two girls.  He put one on Median, but not before she spoke to Amah, “Oh, sir,  not this, please, haven’t we suffered enough already..?  ARGH, COUGH...” The bit went in.

                “Oh, little slut, I am so surprised to learn that you’ve never been nettled.  I had thought nettling was used as a discipline on the field girls?” The bit chinked as she shook her head.  Her forehead made a plea for mercy, “Please.  NA-NO!”

                “Just to give you some thought, your friend Luanne you saw hanging upside down a bit earlier if she didn’t tell you, well, she was being nettled...” Median closed her eyes and nodded that she understood

that part.  She tried to explain more, “At firrst I, thot shee wass bein’ switcched!”

                “What did you say, I couldn’t quite make that out?”     

                “I sayd, switccheed...  Yu kno’, switcched!  SWITCCHED!”

                “I think you said, ‘switched’ right?” The bit chinked as she nodded, yes.

                “Well, you were wrong, she was being nettled, and now you are going to be nettled, all bare ass  naked, in the hot afternoon sun; nettled on your most intimate parts.  That you have so exposed for us and the nettles, you do you understand, don’t you...  Yes, you may nod your lovely head and rattle that bit again if you do.” Median nodded but with a gurgled plea.  It went unheard. 

                “Good, you do and now Evectus, nettle first this one named Median while I turn over this sand glass.  Oh, I’ve changed my mind about how many, you will simply nettle her until the sands run out.  Proctus will stop you if you go beyond, won’t you Proctus?”

                “Yes sir.”

                “When you have finished with Median, then take up position with a fresh supply of nettles and nettle the blonde bitch tied next to Median.  Again, nettle her good and stop when the sands run out in the glass.  Is that fully understood, Evectus?”

                “It is, sir.”

                “Fine.  Oh, Evectus, if they orgasm while you are nettling them, just keep on drubbing with the nettles.  Under no circumstances are you to stop until the sands are gone.  Just let them come and come for as long as they like.  The more they come, the better, I’ve always understood, right Velanna?”

                “N-N-NO!  UNK-A, NO!  NO!  NO!!!”

                “To say the very least the nettling of these two will go down as a classic study of pain induced  for pleasure...” Amah commented as the first orgasm came over Median after only a short time.  She was barely into the drubbing for more than a few minutes when the first flood came over her. 

                To Median what was so awful, was that she thought  Velanna was trying to tell her that she couldn’t come at all.  When actually, it was that she couldn’t stop coming.  She bit her lip to try to make her lose focus on the constant drubbing.  The swelling and puffy sting of nasty little bell shaped blooms.

Proctus just had to comment, “I knew these would drag an orgasm from you.  It happens every time.”

                “Shut up, Proctus!” Amah snapped.

                “Hum...” The continued drubbing brought on so many and rapid orgasms, that her pussy fairly opened itself up to the blooms.  She actually thought her sex wanted to devour these painful things.

The wooden posts to which she was bound, upside down and facing the sun, creaked and moaned almost as much as she did.  Her hands began to open and close, as she sensed that she was seeing things.  Colors like,

rich reds, yellows, oranges, blues, and even purples.   She looked over to see Velanna looking at her and shaking her head, in a slow motion action.  Her mind was drifting and she was beginning to think about silly

stuff like Velanna’s mouth slowly changing shape.  It reminded her of a joking mime, and she started to laugh at Velanna, even tried to point her finger at her.  Velanna was trying to get Proctus’ attention, he  wasn’t looking at her, and she was screaming almost as much as Median.  Median was still having multiple orgasms, her sex dripping with the dew of her womanhood.  So much was coming out that Median actually thought she was peeing.  The sands were nearly gone and a good thing, because much more and Median would have drifted off to insanity.  She was nearly there already.

                “Stop!” Hollered Proctus.

                Evectus lifted the last of the blooms he wore out on poor Median.  Her nipples were now swollen to twice their normal size, and the bare, wet valley of her sex was so red, that the lips looked like she’d been fucked steady for an entire week.  Odd was the beat red nub of her clitoris peeking out from between her swollen lips.  It looked like it had a mind of its own almost as if struggling to emerge in a “don’t forget me” appearance.  Her eyes were still rolling around as she regained her breath.  Spittle dribbled from the corners of her mouth where the bit made an indentation in her beautiful cheek.  Splotched with flaming red, her breasts swayed in the afternoon sunlight.  The red sex exposed and waiting for what

ever was to come next.  Her cleft, a dark vivid pink, looked so sore even though Median was still coming.

                Proctus noted while Evectus readied himself with a fresh supply of nettles for Velanna, “I’d like to use the wad on this one, Evectus.”

                “No!  You heard my orders, they were clear.  They are to be nettled and that’s all.” Amah reminded.  Evectus shrugged his shoulders, after all, the wad was just that.  A wad of leather wrapped about

a lead weight or stone.  It was the size of a small egg and about that shape it had a long string or strip of leather that was attached to it.  Sometimes when a punishment was dealt out, especially to a ready to fight female gladiator, the wad was used.  It would punish, yet leave no readily visible marks.  It could be swung with accuracy onto the clitoris or the tender ass-hole.  Like other forms of punishment, it was very capable of delivering an orgasm.  When Evectus stopped applying the fiery blooms to Velanna’s nudity.  She was bathed in sweat and her breasts quivered in the sun.  Velanna was breathing in quick short gasps.  Her eyes lolled around, Proctus noted as she tried to bring her breath under control and her breasts would bounce obscenely.  Evectus watched the orange disk of the sun, cut in half against the horizon of the distant sea,  silhouetted against it he saw four nude women, slowly making their way back to their cell for the night.

                Amah watched them and he could just make out their nudity.  The outline of an occasionally exposed bare breast with its erect tip showed crisply against the red disk of the Sun.  Upon looking closer he could actually see the cleft shaped ridges of their neither lips outlined against the red disk slowly settling down,  some of them appeared to be even more swollen and puffy than the others.  He shook his head and  wondered just how Velanna would handle her now twenty switch strokes to her nipples due tomorrow?  What’s worse, there were ten more bouts with the switch for Velanna to endure after tomorrow.

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