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Wedged
Stretching herself, Gretchen woke up to a cabin filled with shafts of sunlight filtering in, and it was going to be another hot day. She enjoyed how relaxed and free she felt being nude, to her it was a natural state. Having refreshed herself, she looked to see her Master still asleep as he turned and grunted, gritting his teeth a bit. Wrinkling her forehead at him with a ‘poor dear let him rest’ look on her face, she decided to go on deck and get a light breakfast for her master, and while she was at it, order a more complete breakfast to be brought to their quarters.
Opening up the door leading to the upper deck, the first thing she saw were the twins Francis and Drake nude and spread-eagle in the rigging with an equally nude Adria spread between them. It was the first time that she’d seen any males being punished since they’d set sail. She also saw that Captain Hestus had Bambina standing on deck with the shackles still on her wrists and ankles, with little stub length of chains dangled from each of them. Bambina was standing at attention with her back straight, chest out, legs spread and wrists behind her head, as Hestus was giving her orders and a verbal discipline, she was quite naked to boot. The mid-morning sun glowed warmly down on her glistening skin, giving Gretchen a warm-fuzzy feeling. She focused her attention on the two naked men in the rigging, noticing how Francis’ semi-erect cock was swaying back and forth as the ship rolled slightly in the waves. In the glare of the late morning, it was obvious the heat was having an effect on them. Gretchen began to finger her clit as she looked at them.
As the Captain continued with Bambina, he would occasionally slap her breasts or pinch her nipples. Sometimes he would finger her smooth sex, parting the lips of her cleft to pinch or play with her clitoris. When he did this, she would whimper or sigh, but she’d hold her position. If she didn’t she might end up lashed or hung up in the rigging along with the two males up there, getting a sunburn.
Gretchen heard a female whimper and looked toward the covered lounge area. It’s colorful gauze and silk shrouded sun-guards blowing in the warm breeze. Behind the lounge area, casting a silhouette shadow
against it, was the shapely form of a nude woman. She appeared to be standing with a large dark object between her legs and her arms had been drawn above her head. The rope holding them could be seen raising up above the colorful fluttering silks, and it wiggled this way and that as the shadowy figure of the woman shifted about uneasily. Her breasts curved upwards revealing turgid, hard nipples, that stood hard enough to reveal them in an silhouetted outline of their own. At first glance the size of her erect nipples reminded Gretchen of Adria’s nipples; curious she just had to see who was there. She slowly strolled around to the other side of the lounge area and gasped, it was Cherry! She had been placed astride a black wedge of some sort, it was the first one of these devices Gretchen had ever seen. Cherry’s weight was centered on the upper-most crest of the thing and it looked awfully sharp, glistening in a wet shinny black color. At its base a bar of polished steel was fitted through two holes some twelve inches above the deck, in overall height it measured about five feet from the crest to the base and again about five feet in overall length and width. She was bathed in sun-light, her skin already a copper-red color, and her ankles were fastened to its lower base, allowing only her foot and toes to uselessly wiggle just a bit in the air. They looked like they were searching for something solid to help lift her weight off of the sharp looking crest.
Drawn upward, her wrists had been crossed and tied to a single rope, awkwardly forcing her to lean forward enough to impose intimate contact of her bare sex with the wedge’s crest. The lips of her sex had been forced apart, and downward on each side of the crest; leaving her only movement as slight squirms and twists as she to tried to relieve the pressure off her clit which rested on the crest. Brazenly bare she sat there with turgid nipples swelling to be kissed by the rays of the blistering sun.
Was she being punished for some offense? Certainly not anything that she or Marcus could have caused, no, this was something else. As Gretchen moved from behind Cherry, who was still unaware of her presence, she could see the side curves of her undulating breasts; jiggling and swaying as she struggled with her bondage. The quickness of her breath and the wetness on either side of her split sex, gave some indication that she’d experienced at least one orgasm, if not more. Gretchen noticed that her back bore several fresh welts from a whipping. The closer she got to her the clearer the welts appeared and she could hear Cherry’s muffled whimpers and groans. Gretchen put out her hand, almost touching her, but instead she lowered it so that a couple of her fingers could feel the sharp edge of the crest. It wasn’t sharp enough to cut, but it’d become hot enough to be uncomfortable.
Most likely she wasn’t on this thing when she was whipped, as some of the lines curved across her butt and around her hips, disappearing in places where Cherry’s skin made contact with the shinny wedge. One made a solid line from across the center of her back, around the side curve of her right breast, and finally across both nipples. Gretchen could see Cherry’s bit gag, and heard it chinking between her teeth. It was then that Cherry noticed her standing there and her eyes went wide with hope. Shuffling on the wedge, her breasts quivered as she reacted to the sharp pain her clitoris made contact with the crest. Swollen and peeking out from between the smooth lips of her cleft, it was easy to see it resisting the pressure imposed upon it by its owner. From her vantagepoint, she could actually see it throb as Cherry’s movement’s friction it against the sharp edge of the wedge. Cherry’s tummy crunched a couple of times as she looked at Gretchen with pleading eyes. Suddenly, she opened and closed her eyes wide as her right thigh began to quake in an uncontrolled spasm. For a few seconds, a whitish colored liquid oozed out from Cherry’s neither lips. It was thick and flowed slowly running down the tapered sides of the thing at the point where her sex rested on the crest. Cherry shuddered and grunted another orgasm, her mouth distorted by the bit gag, gurgled a bit of spittle as she laboriously gasped and groaned during her orgasm. It was perfectly apparent that it was not the girl’s first orgasm on that device; nor would it be her last.
Gretchen couldn’t resist touching Cherry’s hard nipples the contact made her gasp a throaty moan from behind her gag. She saw her eyes roll upwards, as Cherry strained her muscles pulling on the rope to lift herself off the hellish thing. Looking down at Cherry’s sex, Gretchen figured it was getting a short respite from it’s torture, but relaxing her grip on the rope slowly lowered Cherry back down onto the crest. The effect on her swollen clit, immediately induced another orgasm which rippled itself through her body making everything jerk and shudder. Neither of the two girls noticed Captain Hestus watching them.
He cleared his throat, “Ahem, I see you two have gotten acquainted.” He piped as he fingered his three- thong wrist whip.
“Oh, sir, I...” Gretchen stammered and tried to compose herself.
“No need to explain, Gretchen my dear girl, she’s quite a lovely sight perched on this thing, isn’t she?”
“Sir, I, yes, she is...” Gretchen seemed embarrassed somewhat, for whatever reason she was unsure.
“Flavious ordered this wedge, they are quite expensive you know.” Hestus commented as a matter of fact.
“Sir, I didn’t know and I don’t know what this is? Excuse me sir, I do know that it is called a black wedge...”
“Right, you are, smart girl, it’s made of an obsidian which is found near the bath houses of Pompeii. The craftsman who carved this one, called it ‘volcanic glass’. It can be made sharper than this, enough to cut a woman in two or like this one, enough to discipline her to orgasm. Either way, it can punish a girl quite well, you know this color captures the heat of the sun? Oh in another hour or two, miss fucking slut here will be ready to atone for any sin that I care to take a fancy to accuse her of. But, then I do enjoy watching her squirm and press that bare clam of hers on this thing; don’t I dear one?” Hestus fondled her right breast and tweaked her nipple making it swell, it felt hot in his hand.
Cherry whimpered and mewed as she responded to her master’s touch. She squirmed again causing her
sex to rub on the narrow edge of the thing. Her body responded in full with another gasping orgasm as he watched her toes struggle wildly. Her fingers clawed the sides of the rope holding her wrists together, and she gave a slight twist that made her breasts sway back and forth. Hestus took this as a cue and with a quick flick, his wrist whip sliced the morning air landing it across Cherry’s bouncing breasts with a wet sound. The strands clung lazily to her sweating breasts leaving three fresh welts in the their wake as they fell away. Again, Cherry’s Master sliced her buds with the wispy thin braids, etching three more red lines across her breasts. Breasts cruelly exposed for just such a whim from her Master. Gretchen cringed when Hestus followed with a third stroke which clung far to long, falling away as Cherry heaved against the strands burning more welts on her chest.
“You know, girl, your Master should buy one of these, you have just the right shaped breasts for it. I’ll talk to Marcus about letting you have a ‘try out’ period on this one. Just to try it out, you know...” Hestus looked
at Gretchen and smiled.
“Oh, sir, you’re so kind, but in my condition, it might hurt the baby...” Gretchen made an excuse.
“You might be right, though I remember that a very pregnant Nubian girl took fifty with one of these things and she gave birth a week later to a healthy girl.” Hestus shrugged his shoulders, “Who knows?”
Gretchen looked back at Cherry, “Sir, why does this thing make a slave girl have orgasms? I mean she feels a scorching split on her sex and she can’t get off this thing without help. It’s too slippery. Oh, sir, look how she rubs her clit against the crest. See the way it almost bounces back and forth across the top part?” Gretchen looks closely where Cherry is rubbing her cleft across the ridge. As she does, Gretchen noticed a fading welt that passed across the lips of her sex at the point where her clitoris had been peeking out. “Oh, sir, she’s been whipped on her sex before setting on this. I, I, ooh, that has to hurt.” Cherry rolled her eyes, at the blonde’s profound statement.
“Maybe it does, but, this little lesson will teach her to seek me when she want’s a good fucking. I am her master, and if she’d just ask me, I might have let her fuck one of those other two animals with my permission. When she does it without my permission, then she deserves to ride the wedge, and ride it, and ride it again and again, don’t you my dear?” Hestus was obviously angry with his favorite girl.
Cherry’s forehead crisped up as she pleaded with her eyes to be taken down. Hestus casually lashed her
breasts again with his wrist whip, she gave off a throaty gasp behind her gag, “AAA!” Gretchen saw her tummy crunch in again causing her sex to press harder down onto the device. Simply bathed in sweat, she winced and choked back another orgasm as her master continued speaking to Gretchen. She rocked back and forth just a bit, which made her breasts quiver a little. As the Captain and Gretchen watched her for a few more seconds, she had another orgasm; as she did, her motions made her breasts quiver brazenly naked to all the elements.
“If you were mine blonde one, I’d put you on this with her; belly to belly, nipple to nipple, mouth to mouth tied exactly the same way. I wouldn’t put you on it as pregnant as you are, as there could be a danger for you.” Gretchen’s breath quickened to a flush as Hestus pointed to Cherry, “Want to excite her even more?”
Gretchen wanted to, but she thought of her master, “Oh, yes sir, but I really should ask my Master first.”
“You may, and by the way, he’s right behind you.” She turned to see her master standing behind her, “Good morning master.”
She kissed him and he kissed her back. Marcus spoke, “I heard what Captain Hestus proposed and it’s fine with me, in fact, I’d like to watch.”
Hestus replied, “Capitol idea, let’s have breakfast first. While this little strumpet simmers a while longer. I think I’ll let your little blonde pay her respects to Cherry’s expressive orgasms by having her give Cherry a taste of the rod on those hard nipples of hers.” Cherry moaned, “Ooh.” Rolling her eyes both in responses him and to another orgasm which flooded her with spasms of pleasure while she vocalized another series of moans from behind her gag.
“Marcus, maybe I should be more careful, I think I found this slut a new lover.” Hestus gestured to the wedge.
“Yes, a black glass wedge.” Marcus smiled.
The entire time the three of them had eaten, Cherry continued to climax on that wedge. Gretchen watched her and counted at least nine more orgasms; even the other slaves who fed them breakfast noticed Cherry astride the black wedge. One of the girls who served was a half-naked blonde Hestus called Nita. She was a sassy mouthed little bitch showing off her firm pear shaped tits that didn’t sag a bit in spite of their size. Marcus noticed how they would jiggle and bounce with every step she took. She quipped a couple of remarks to Gretchen, commenting snippily about what a sow she was to walk around naked showing off her pregnant belly. In a quick yank, Nita’s hip skirt fell away in Hestus’ hands. She looked a bit surprised at him over her shoulder. Her blonde hair blowing in the breeze fluttered back and forth in front of her deep blue eyes. He’d rendered her quite naked.
Her skin was a deep golden bronze, and her shoulders appeared redder than the rest of her as she’d walk in the sun from the food galley to the dining area. Her brown back looked smooth and Marcus could see her muscles ripple under her shoulder blades. This girl didn’t get muscles like that from serving meals, she’d earned them at the oars. Four very faint lash marks crossed her back at alternating angles: the tapered upper slopes of her breasts took on a similar reddish color, due to their constant exposure and her nipples fairly disappeared, taking on the same dark golden bronze color as the rest of her skin. Gretchen noticed that even the ‘V’ of her sex was evenly colored with a dark golden bronze; there was no part of this girl that the sun hadn’t found.
“Hestus, have you whipped this one lately? She seems a bit of a smart mouth, at least to my Gretchen. I know that they are both slaves, but I am proud of her belly, even if it displeases that one.”
“Nita? No, she’s a smart-mouth little bitch all right, in fact I was thinking about having her put on the wedge with Adria; they’re friends, you know. I caught them sleeping together once and doing girl sex with each other, well it’d earned the each of them a day spread-eagle in the rigging taking full exposure from both sides. I’d delivered each of them a sound flogging of course; they’d sorely repented after almost six hours under the blistering sun. When I took them down to my cabin and I put them in the girling position, watching them for more than seven more hours making each other come; a non stop marathon so to speak.”
“Ah, I can imagine, but did it do any good? The excessive girl-sex punishment I mean.”
Hestus shook his head, “They kept on doing it anyway, so I kind of let them go ahead and do it, but now I
watch and sometimes I make them bring an ore girl up and do her; then I usually flog them all real good and bed down with this little slut and fuck her to a far-the-well!” Hestus holds his mug up and salutes the gods, with a big smile on his face.
“Ever got any of them pregnant?” Marcus asked casually returning a smile.
Hestus nodded his head, “Yeah, lots of times in fact Nita here use to be a milk cow. When I got her she’d belonged to a friend of mine Moored, from the desert country. He has such a large harem, Marcus, that he’s never fucked the same girl more than three times. This one had displeased him somehow and not being much of a tit man, well her gave her to me. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her was at his place one afternoon. She’d been backed up against a column with her tits squeezed between a couple of dowels, while another slave girl beat her nipples with a rod. I mean her nips were red as ruby swatch clothe. I walked past this scene and when I got inside I’d asked him what she’d done to deserve such a breast beating. Evidently he ordered it because she complained about them getting in the way of something or some such nonsense. Later that evening, I asked my friend about her, thinking that she must be his favorite. He was so dam mad at her that he gave her to me, but only if I agreed to rod her breasts again and fuck her right on the floor of his tent, and I mean right then and there!”
“So, did you?” Marcus asked as he took another drink of juice.
“You see her standing right there don’t you?” Hestus pointed to Nita with a smile.
Marcus shook his head and smiled, “You old dog you, but you didn’t tell me how you got her pregnant, or did you?”
“Oh, yes I did, and she gave birth exactly nine months to the day after I’d smacked her breasts and fucked
her on Morad’s tent floor, she’s a real hot one after I used that rod on those tits of hers.”
Hestus and Marcus engaged in some more idle chatter while Nita, still naked, and her companion continued to serve the meal. Hestus motioned for Nita to come to his side, she did and he indicated for her to kneel, “This one still has a debt to pay to your girl.”
Marcus finished his beverage and put his cup down, the other girl took it and refilled it rapidly, “You
know what she needs is to have some of the sass whipped out of her, right here and now.”
Hestus held up his hand, in agreement, but not in haste, “I understand your thinking and yes a good
whipping would do her good right now. In fact, I think maybe a good reaping by Eboneebus with his braided raspe, will do her some good. I had him use it on Adria this morning before I put her up there with them.” He looked over at Gretchen adding, as he points up at Adria, “Those thin red lines that you see on her Gretchen, are curling over Adria’s cleft.” Hestus snapped his fingers for Eboneebus. Gretchen swallowing a morsel of food nodded at Hestus’ comment, finishing the last of her breakfast. She looked up noticing the twins still spread wide with Adria between them. The men’s swollen sex, semi-erect rolled with the vessel’s motion.
Nita, strung up by her thumbs with two thin ropes drawing them wide spread and upward for her to worship the sun, naked and spread-eagle in the classical position for a flogging. Her legs had been spread and attached to a bar while Hestus twiddled her smooth sex. Dangling semi-suspended by her thumbs, her body quivered under her Master’s touch toward an orgasm, while Eboneebus stood by waiting to whip her.
Eboneebus had worked his way out of slavery to now serve as Hestus’ right hand man. He loved being an overseer to the many women Hestus kept on his vessel. Every female slave on this ship would, sooner or later, stand like this blonde is now and take a rasping. Coming from Africa, the tall Eboneebus was bald and totally hairless everywhere on his body, powerful and built like a wedge. Watching him swing his whip against this blonde bitch is a classical view of a bodies in motion.
The raspe, a whip of slender length whose handle was about twelve inches long and made of carved elephant tusk. Thinly braided from an elephant’s hide in the true African tradition tipped with a small sewn thumper about the size of a stream pebble. It’s basic purpose a simple one, to punish a naked girl or deliver her pleasure, depending on the skill of the whipper. Eboneebus was very skilled with this whip and getting his order to begin from Hestus, he removed his loincloth to apply the whip; “Twenty Neebus, no blood.” Traditionally both the one giving punishment and the one being punished were to be naked, after all it was the proper way for this whip to be used on a woman. Quite well developed, Eboneebus sported a solid ten inches of sexual prowess and every female on the ship knew this.
Standing behind and to one side of her, Eboneebus positioned himself uncoiling his whip. It slithered loosely on the deck. Drawing back to a side arm stroke the whip sung its song sounding like a swarm of bees whizzing through the air, striking Nita across her back. The impact on her glistening skin was a wet sounding ‘SWIT’, not nearly as loud as a strap or a bullwhip, but more like the sound a rope makes as it hits the water after being tossed from a boat.
The whip struck the center of her back then it started a journey around the side curve of her right breast molding to the contours of her torso, it snaked over the curve of her other breast making the nipple bounce. Leaving a vivid red welt to mark its path, Nita tossed her head back gasping between her gritting teeth, “AAA!” She took in sharp quick breaths causing her breasts to jiggle saucily in the air. The lines holding her thumbs strained and jerked in a slack then taught motion. She’d been bound just tight enough to hold her firmly without the chance of her jerking her thumbs out of their sockets, yet allowing her to twist and jerk her voluptuous body.
The sound of the stroke gave Gretchen a shiver down her spine. This whip was obviously more painful than any Flavious or her new master, Marcus had ever used on her. Eboneebus applied the remaining nineteen strokes much the same as he did the first one. Only finding fresh new areas of the girl’s writhing nudity for his whip. Nita all the while gasping and whimpering, with her ample breasts bobbing and swaying to her body motions and the effects of the raspe. One thing about watching this girl get whipped was the effect of her bondage. The lines were thin enough to give the appearance that she was standing with her arms and legs voluntarily spread for a whipping. Her body language displaying an image of desire under the lash than made Eboneebus’ cock stiffen up and he’d most certainly want her when he finished whipping her.
Gretchen could see how this whipping could be called a reaping. The technique Eboneebus used to apply the whip actually looked like he was swinging a sickle. Nita was a pain slut and this whipping had an effect on her that went beyond punishment. The blazing sun glaring down on her voluptuously oiled nudity displayed obscenely the effect the whip was having on producing orgasms in her. She didn’t care the least little bit of what a brazen display she made of herself under the lash; jerking and quivering with her breasts bouncing and her sex dripping, all that mattered was that the lash would fall and she would respond.
After the twentieth stroke fell, Hestus nodded for Eboneebus to take his reward. The man smiled as he coiled up his whip. He threw it in a place that Nita could see it was ready to be used on her again; “Marcus, I give Eboneebus a reward from time to time. He likes to fuck the ones he whips with that raspe of his.” Hestus turned to continue his conversation with Marcus, but saw him fucking Gretchen. He raised his eyebrows, “Excuse me.”
“Hestus, oh, yes Gretchen, do it. Hestus, step around and my little whore’ll suck your cock. Ooh, yea, your so hot, you little slut.” Marcus looked at Hestus who had removed his vest and pantaloons. Allowing the girl free access to his cock, which she took into her mouth and sucked.
While the two Masters enjoyed Gretchen, Eboneebus decided to take Nita from behind. He began to fondle her breasts, feeling the ridges his raspe had raised across her soft mounds. He tweaked her nipples as his hard cock throbbed against her streaked ass; “Open yourself to me you blonde cunt or I’ll have the master give me permission to harvest another crop of welts across these!” As he spoke his fingers squeezed her whip-swollen nipples, she squealed, “AAA! YES! YES! I’ll open myself, sir, please... Ah.” With those words, Nita rotated her hips forcing her ass outward to Eboneebus’ waiting cock. He felt her wet cleft touch the tip of his throbbing cock and he buried his long shaft into her waiting cunt. He fucked her deep and hard, then he moved out of her cunt to start fucking her most marvelously round ass. He’d oiled her down earlier and was now working his finger into her waiting ass hole. She whimpered as he worked some of the oil deeper into her bung. Still drawn into a loose spread-eagle, Nita took the ass fucking by Eboneebus full on. His hips pounding a rhythm as his hands cupped over her breasts, he could feel her pulse as he slapped it in and out of her well oiled hole; enjoying the way her breasts bounced in his hands with each thrust of his cock. Her nipples felt hard in the palms of his hands caused by a combination of sun, whip, and her own excitement. Nita felt the end of his cock getting hot inside of her, he was ramming it in with such hefty thrusts that the moisture of the oil had oozed and was making a wet gushy sound. Feeling the urge to release his seed into her, Eboneebus’ cock began to tingle, as he slammed it deep into her, he released his white cream into her ass. He nibbled the back of her neck, which caused her to moan and whimper even louder than before. In her now stooped spread-eagle condition, she felt him flooding her guts with hot cum, coming up on her tiptoes, in a combination bounce and rock, she thrust herself back to meet his thrust. He pulled it slowly back out of her only to ram it back in hard to meet her returning thrust. When a spent Eboneebus withdrew himself from her, she was breathing heavy which made her breasts rise and fall causing them to shudder. Hestus saw Eboneebus rubbing his spent cock against the crack of her ass, as Nita continued to coo and purr.
Hestus looked at Eboneebus and motioned to him, “Drag her back up all the way by her thumbs, I want to watch her sway in the breeze while she contemplates her sins.” Hestus noticed Marcus get a funny look on his face, “Oh, don’t worry, her thumbs are quite strong.” It only took a few moments for Eboneebus to complete his orders. Nita now hung in silent nudity, a well whipped and ass fucked blonde swaying gently in the breeze. Suspended by her thumbs and with a spreader bar ingeniously applied to her toes forcing her to spread her legs in the most obscene display of her sex than anyone, man or woman might imagine. The warm wind gently blew her hair about, a cloudless sky opening up the sun to shine radiantly down on her copper toned bronze skin, which made it glow. Her sex, wet from her orgasm, and her dripping bung straining to close, trying to keep from leaking out the come forced inside of her by Eboneebus’ ass fucking.
It would have been wise had Eboneebus put a butt plug into Nita’s ass. Her spread legs weren’t able to keep the juices Neebus had pumped into her guts from dribbling down onto the deck. Upon the notice of this, Hestus renewed his anger toward her. Having finished getting his cock sucked nearly dry by Gretchen and still nude himself, he strode over to Nita motioning Eboneebus to lower her down but not to the deck. He slapped her breasts and gripped her sensitive nipples with a twist, “Sloppy blonde bitch! Look at the dribble you’ve dropped on the deck! Maybe you need a lesion on how to hold it in?”
“Oh, Master, I, I’m sorry, Master, please don’t punish me any more. I’m hanging by my thumbs with my legs so awfully spread and I can’t keep what Eboneebus pumped into me, inside of me. Oh, gods please forgive me.”
“BE SILENT! Eboneebus, raise her back up this time by her ankles and let this sopping sex of hers dry out in the sun for hour or so. I think Gretchen here shall have two targets for the rod! This one’s wet pussy and her friend’s bouncing breasts! You know Marcus, a good drubbing with the rod on a pair of sunburned cunt lips will curb even Nita’s sassy mouth!”
“NOOO! Please master, I’ll do anything. Not that, please especially after a fucking. Don’t beat me between my legs, please, oh by the gods...”
“Oh, and why not? Maybe you’d like another couple of dozen with the raspe? This time hanging by your ankles while he sliced the ball of it directly into your anus and sex?” Hestus was painting her into a corner.
She could see that she couldn’t win, “Oh, no, master oh please not that, please I beg you don’t take the raspe to my sex, oh gods please. Specially a beatin’ from that pregnant little cunt over there, she’ll pop my clitty after what I said to her, oh, gods I’m so sorry.”
“Good, a wise choice to take the rod over the raspe. I suggest that you prey I don’t change my mind and allow the entire crew a drubbing on your clit!” Shaking her head, she jerked and protested her dilemma.
Two hours later, Nita was dangling by her ankles with a well sunburned cunt spread open, just below her friend Adria still up in the rigging. The exposure imposed upon her bare cleft with its lips spread, revealed a pink sex and puffy red clitoris, sparkling in the glare. There’s something to be said about the pain of sunburn by itself and the application of a rod to a sunburned cleft and clit. It leaves little room for doubt in the area of hurt. Nita’s sex is about to feel that hurt because of her bitchy attitude, and her master’s wishes.
Sweat ran in rivulets over Cherry’s breasts, caused mostly by the series of orgasms that seemed to endlessly flood the sultry blondette perched on the wedge. Hestus handed bare little Gretchen the rod, which was mounted inside a grip made of polished agate, carved into the shape of a penis. Marcus looked at it and remarked about its balance. She was ordered to drub Cherry’s nipples and Hestus would show her how to find the right targets and to get the feel of the rod. He rubbed it up and down over Cherry’s breasts and nipples, bouncing a couple of light hits to their centers. This action made the girl shift slightly on the wedge, producing a muted whimper as the crest pressed against her swollen clit, “Ooh.”
He handed the rod back to Gretchen told her to do Cherry’s nipples with it. They felt hard like the spouts on wine bags Gretchen mused to herself as she rubbed it over Cherry’s breasts. Hestus coaxed her along, and with a firm flick of her wrist she smacked both of Cherry’s nipples at the same time. It’d made a dull sounding ‘THWICK’ as it struck, Cherry twisted and gasped; “AAAHH!” Just as the tips of her nipples reappeared from under the rod. Gretchen rubbed it over on her nipples, but she seemed to just sit and take it with little or no reaction. Cherry realized that jumping and twitching on the crest would only make matters worse for her clit having become quite tender from her many orgasms. Gretchen popped them again, Cherry jerked slightly on her cord holding her wrists over her head, otherwise she gave no reaction to the impact. Gretchen gave her a harder pop this time, but Cherry shook her head and was otherwise limp. For a few seconds all control was lost as Gretchen started to beat Cherry’s breasts with a flurry of strokes that made them bounce and sway out of control. Cherry jerked her head and yanked on the rope but not a sound came out of her mouth. For a very good reason and that was simply because Cherry needed to catch her breath. When she did she let out a pitiful wail that got the attention of everyone within ear shot, “AAAIIIEEEHHH! AAA, STOP BEATING MY BREASTS, OH PLEASE!” Cherry sniveled as she tried to regain her composure.
Marcus looked down in time to see the dam break for Cherry as she flooded the crest with a combination of girl come and pee. Cherry’s red clit looked very swollen and sore from the punishment it had received as she rode the irritating crest of the wedge. Hestus steadied Gretchen’s hand as he fondled Cherry’s whipped breasts. They were red to the point of glowing and they were quite warm to the touch. He looked at Gretchen who was panting slightly from her exertion with the rod and up at Marcus, “I think she’s had enough.” He snapped his fingers to Eboneebus, “Take her down and put her in my cabin.” Eboneebus nodded that he understood his Master’s order. Hestus smiled at Gretchen saying, “Good, now that you seem to have the knack of it. Let’s have a go at Miss sorry mouth over here.” He pointed to Nita, who dangled by her ankles with a spread bare cleft glistening in the sun.
Nita, shuddered in the after-glow of another orgasm, that made her breasts quiver. Her nipples looked quite swollen, turning a dark red as they seem to pucker up firm in the hot sun. Nita was a special slave girl and one of the few Hestus had ever knew who could orgasm while her clit was getting sunburned. However, like Cherry’s nipples, the drubbing effect of a rod or a switch on the exposed clitoris can make a girl fairly howl with a combination of pain and pleasure. The results, when properly applied are the same in each case causing a fountain of orgasms that can be induced with either speed or a lack of speed by the person controlling the rod, either way works well. In this instance, the beating of Nita’s sex began within a few moments of the last impact on Cherry’s nipples. Hestus thought to himself as he steadied Nita’s swaying nudity for Marcus’ bare assed little pop tart to get into the swing of things, so to speak. He realized that he’d just made up a remarkable pun, he started to say it out loud but smartly kept it to himself.
Nita protested what was about to happen to her sex so much that Hestus gagged her. Gretchen stepped right up and without so much as a howdy-do, took a quick aim, drew back and ‘SPLIP’ drove the rod into Nita’s gaping sex. She jerked and crunched her tummy, but didn’t let out a peep. Gretchen delivered the next few rapidly, which each time had caused a dull ‘SPLAT’ to be heard, followed by absolutely nothing more than a quick jerking spasm of Nita’s inverted nudity. What happened was odd, but Gretchen was working on her eighteenth stroke when she brought it squarely down onto Nita’s sun baked clit. It made a different sound sort of a hollow sound, ‘THUCK’ and the rod felt like it hit something hard like a pebble or a twig. This stroke made Gretchen lift the rod up and look at its end, there was no blood, but Nita was in a buckled up crunch of her abdominal muscles. Gretchen looked at Hestus as if to ask what happened, then she saw his eyes grow wide.
They all must have seen what happened next, as Nita’s sex began to cream first to an overflow, with a thick white fluid that trickled down her belly over her breasts and onto the deck. There was quite a lot of it and Gretchen let out a surprised quip, “Oh, my!” Marcus looked at her and just shook his head. Hestus grinned, raising his eyebrows. Eboneebus just watched what was happening to Nita, who was starting to turn little bit blue at having lost her breath. Her diaphragm was too busy helping her abdominal muscles to jerk in spasms, to allow her to breathe.
Hestus quickly noticed this and took the rod from Gretchen, handing it to Eboneebus who was at the best angle to do what was necessary and that was to slice it across Nita’s ass cheeks. In a gasping inhale, Nita drew her breath, then let out a pitiful wail that made all of them cringe, “AAAIIIEEE! OH, AHH, HAA, HAA, OOOH, AAA!” Her clitoris seemed to puff up slightly and the little hole by the hood seemed to slowly open allowing a warm yellow fluid to flow in a steady stream down her front and back. “Gretchen it would seem you literally beat the pee out of her.” Hestus smiled with a comment. “Actually, Gretchen, on your last hit, you’d caught her pee hole at the hood of her clit. I was about to stop you because she didn’t seem to be breathing. When you hit the pee hole, it had set her off, and that’s why I had Eboneebus hit her across the ass, to start her breathing again. You were on a roll with this rod, Gretchen, and in truth, you’d really smacked her sex some good ones.”
Marcus hugged his pregnant little slave girl, kissing her on the back of her neck. She tasted like the sun, he thought. Hestus gestured toward Nita, “Eboneebus, cut her down and give her some wine then put her on this,” He slapped the wedge, “With her friend up there.” He pointed to Adria, “Fasten them nipple to nipple.” He slapped Nita on the ass, “Oh she’ll survive a ride on the wedge, even with a beat clit.”
“Yes, sir.” Eboneebus gave him an aye, aye salute. “Oh and Eboneebus,” He spoke softly to him, “Leave them on it for a couple of hours then take them off and give them each a sea water bath. Rinse them with one bucket of fresh water then put them in my cabin. They’ll both be sleeping with me tonight.”
“Yes, sir, but what about those two?” Eboneebus rolled his eyes up at the twins still spread in the rigging. Each of them was sporting quite an erection, as they were able to view what was happening to the two women.
“Oh, yeah, the twins...” He rubs his chin, thinking, “Take them down and have them moved to forward birthing, with Bumbus and Asope. I want them as far away from Adria and Nita as I can get them short of dumping them overboard, which it might just come to that.” The two girls whimpered, causing Hestus to give each of them a dirty look.
Eboneebus nodded and smiled, that he understood, as he turned to go, Hestus added, “Oh, have Leecha and Bambina brought up from the oars. When they’re cleaned up, send them to us, we’ll be in the lounge area.”
He saluted using two fingers on his right hand, “Aye, aye, sir.”
“Well, Marcus we can chat for the afternoon, and have Leecha and Bambina entertain us. Gretchen might want to rest for a while. Bambina is ready to have another go at Leecha, this time oiled and ready.”
“I am a bit tired, Master and I’d love to lay down for a while. Oh, I do have to pee though.” Gretchen played on her condition.
“All right, but I want you to pee the way you did before over the rail.” She nodded and went to the rail, putting her ass over the side, she let her stream drop wetly into the sea; it was a lot. “How can she fit that much water, into such a compact body, Marcus?” Hestus asked aloud.
“I don’t know, Hestus, I truly don’t know...” Marcus admired his blonde slave girl and how well she showed off her swollen tummy. The way she struts about so absent mindedly naked, displaying herself with an air of innocence ‘taken’ that made him just want to fuck and fuck her again and again. He was so proud of her.
The wine was cold and it tasted quite good to the Masters as they reclined in the afternoon shade of the canopy while two brown skin oar sluts oiled themselves up.
Bambina spat at her adversary, “You cunt, I’m gonna do you good.”
Leecha smiled at her as she rubbed more oil on her tits, “Well, big words coming from such a slimy clit licker as you. Why don’t you just come over here and rub those little titties of yours on mine, maybe that will bring you the luck and courage you're goin’ta need to do me.” Leecha acted calm and collected.
Bambina worked more oil onto herself, looked up and squinted at the sun, “It’s hot up here this afternoon, slut, all the better to fry your ass.”
Leecha was tired of Bambina’s sass, she stopped putting on oil and went over to her slapping her square across the tits. This started a ruckus that Hestus had to step in to stop, he grabbed them both by the hair, “All right you two, save it for the match. Here are your rules, essentially there aren’t any. Wrestle each other, naked no holes barred and the winner flogs the loser. You may braid your hair if you have time and I suggest you make the time. Look at the hourglass on that table, that is all the time you have until you both must be wrestling. If you fail to meet by that time, whoever is late will received twenty lashes from Eboneebus’ raspe. If you both are late, you will both be lashed, understood?” The two girls nodded as best they could with their Master having a grip on their hair.
The two let up on each other and quickly braided their hair tight. In a face off, the match began. There was a lot of struggling and slipping as the two mixed it up. Bambina would slip out of Leecha’s grip and vice versa. The two Masters leaned in their chairs as the women came deeper in grips with each other. Bambina landed a swift blow to Leecha’s stomach dropping her to her knees. Then quickly, she scissored her at her belly button. It was all Leecha could do to toss Bambina off and regain her breath.
The two fought for more than an hour, first Bambina would pin Leecha, and then the reverse would happen. Finally, with both girls nearly exhausted, Hestus reminded them that the winner would whip the loser and if it were a draw they would both be whipped as well. Bambina got a renewal of her strength and with a last burst of energy, rolled Leecha and pinned her with a straddle of her lower back. Leecha struggled but appeared unable to shake Bambina. It looked over for the girl, but just as she seemed finally defeated; she landed a firm blow to Bambina’s thigh that threw her off guard. Quickly, Leecha rolled Bambina onto her back and with a cleaver move, slammed her foot against Bambina’s bare cleft. She pressed against her with the ball of her foot, “Give up, bitch, or I’ll fuck you with my foot.” Bambina struggled a little, Leecha pressed harder against her cunt, slipping her big toe and part of her other toes into her cunt. Bambina squealed and held up her hands that she’d given up.
Standing with her wrists bound to the side rigging, Bambina was ready to be flogged. Leecha shook lose the flogger and with a side arm stroke, splayed it across Bambina’s back, ‘WHOP’ she struggled a second, “AAA!” It sounded wet from the oil that coated her.
Again the whip fell, Bambina jerked as the thongs clung to her sunburned back; she yanked and kicked, “AAA! You fuckin’ whore to beat me so.”
Leecha flogged Bambina so that the tips of the lashes kissed the side curves of her breasts, “AAARGH! Dam you cunt suckin’ bitch, to whip my breasts.”
Leecha stepped up to her and yanked her head back, spitting in her face, “You’re the cunt sucker you bitch whore. Master, may I ask that Neebus turn her around?”
Hestus raised his hand, “Sure, why not, Eboneebus turn her around.”
Leecha stepped away and looked back over her shoulder at Eboneebus, “Spread her wide, Neebus, I’m gonna fist fuck her, when I’m finished floggin’ the slut’s cunt and tits.”
The two Masters had removed their tunics and began stroking themselves hard as they watched Leecha flog Bambina. Her breasts turned a vivid red and bounced obscenely under the lash. Leecha continued by flogging her cunt until it was just as red as her tits. Tossing the flogger down, she dipped her hand into the oil used to coat them before the wrestling match. Fixing her gaze on Bambina, who stared back with equal anger, Leecha slowly jammed her fist square into Bambina’s waiting cunt. Bambina closed her eyes and fought back a scream as Leecha gritted her teeth impaling Bambina on her fist, she whispered to her, “Feels like an oar’s knob doesn’t it? Remember the time I rode a knob because of your little lie?”
Bambina gasped and groaned softly, “Umm. Ooh, you whore, you.”
Leecha glared at her in anger, “Whore am I, well take this!” She continued to jam her fist into Bambina who by now was screaming her lungs out.
Hestus screamed at Leecha, yanking her by the hair, “I SAID LET HER GO! Dam you, are you hard of hearing girl?” Leecha still had an angered look on her face as she looked up at her Master. Hestus shook her head by the hair, “Neebus! Fix this bitch! Winner or no, she’ll learn some manners before the sunsets. I want her mounted and pegged Neebus and then beat her breasts with a rope’s end while she rides a knob! That’ll teach this cunt some manners and respect. Tomorrow I want her up on deck rotating the capstan while Bambina is flogging her all day under the sun. Now, untie Bambina so she can suck our cocks.”
Bambina knelt sucking both the Masters’ cocks; a job she does so well. In the meantime, the other two on the wedge shuddered and flattened their breasts together as more orgasms rippled through them. Adria’s nipples felt as hard as rocks rubbing against raisin tipped pears of Nita’s big tits. The red welts from the raspe left a visible reminder on the two of them of obedience to their Master. Marcus’ had his attention on the silhouette of the two women bound on the wedge. He saw their breasts pressing together as Captain Hestus took a swallow of wine as he watched Neebus raise welts across Leecha’s swaying breasts. She knelt with a mast-knob well up her cunt and her back arched against a belaying rail. Neebus had tied her hair forcing her head back and he put a pear-gag in her mouth. Hestus watched Bambina suck his cock, groaning slightly he commented, “Marcus, we’re due to arrive at Flavious’ island by early afternoon. This extra time is due to poor winds.”
“Oh, yes go on suck it Bambina, my Hestus she’s wonderful, and I know Flavious will be glad to see us. I hope we won’t be delayed any further, it’s important that he gets this wedge in enough time before the Emperor arrives. Oh, I see what you mean about Bambina’s nipples swelling up under a whipping, they’re hard as rocks.”
“Hum, you’re right, Bambina tell Master Marcus how your nipples came to be so swollen. I do love it so to hear her description while she sucks my cock.” Bambina sucked on Hestus’ cock rolled her eyes toward Marcus, as she spoke with a cock in her mouth. The two men enjoyed the pleasures of the afternoon with the sound of the wind in the sails and the steady rhythm of the rope smacking Leecha’s breasts.
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