THE ARENA

By
S. M. Knights

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Cherry’s Story

With the sun beginning to warm the sky, the men finished their breakfast; Marcus had Gretchen help Cherry serve. Marcus commented to Hestus that Cherry and Nita looked enough alike to be sisters. Cherry’s breasts had that same sauciness about them like Nita’s, but hers are just a little larger and fuller. Unlike Nita, whose eyes are deep blue, Cherry’s are a creamy jade green. Other than a few noticeable things, they resembled each other quite remarkably. One thing that Marcus learned later on about Cherry was that she possessed dark nipples and her clitoris was an identical dark shade; in some circles of Rome, this unique characteristic was the mark of a whore or a harlot. Marcus recalled to Hestus a section of Rome called the forbidden quarter. There were several prostitution houses there and it was the policy to display several ‘naughty’ girls naked on a cross everyday for half price. Cherry reminded him of one of those girls that he’d seen hanging on a cross with her nipples and clit freshly blistered with a strap.

In Cherry’s case the unique color of her tender parts likely stemmed from prolonged periods of sexual abuse. This kind of sexual indulgence created a ‘naughty’ girl appearance about her especially when she’s naked. Hestus told Marcus that Cherry has a Nubian body with a blonde’s features. His comment opened up a brief discussion on the ideals of mixed breeding of slaves and the various punishments of big tittied slave girls.

Cherry and Gretchen served the two men their breakfast, as Nita and Adria were slightly in dispose. While going about their duties, Cherry commented to Gretchen about her nudity and swollen belly. Gretchen smiled and standing straight up she’d thrust her chest out and voiced, “I’m proud to be a receptacle for my Master’s seeds.”

Cherry gave her a snicker as she teasingly tweaked Gretchen’s right nipple, commenting, “You’re just a plate full of slave-girl for your master, aren’t you, you little slut, you! How many times a day does he pump you? Why judging from the looks of that belly of yours, I’d say at least ten! Ha, ha, ha! Look at my nipples, how many little suckers do you think has been drawing on these?” Cherry stuck her chest out, shaking her breasts back and forth to make them sway from side to side. While Gretchen tried to focus her thoughts to reply, and for a brief moment she considered her own desire to suck on them, Cherry then continued, “I’ll tell you, not one. Not one single brat has ever drawn milk from these, and do you know why? Rhythm, just pure rhythm; my mama didn’t raise no fool here. She told me that it would take a special kind of man to pump me up with a sucker. Believe me, girl I’ve been put into every imaginable position, whipped and raped with things that would make you shudder, but I’ve never had one planted in my oven.”

Gretchen wondered what it must be like, to have sex and not swell up as a result of it, she remarked, “You look good for not having been put up for breeding...”

“What did you say girl, you must be daft! Look at me, I’m well over thirty and believe me I’ve been over-hauled more times for not taken to breedin’ than I can tell you. Take a minute and look at yourself, all pumped up with shinny dimples and your belly swollen so nice and sweet. Listen cupcake, I can tell you stories...” Cherry was interrupted in mid sentence.

“Shut the fuck up, Cherry and get back to work before I string you up by your thumbs or spread you in the riggin’ for the day! Hestus barked.

She bobbed her head slightly while Hestus told her to shut up and mind her work. Though it was the first

time she’d heard him, he’d been barking orders at her for several seconds. When everything seemed to just pass along, the accident happened. While looking back at her master and trying to stick her tongue out at him, Cherry tripped dropping a few dishes causing them to break. Gretchen let out a squeal, but Marcus saw Cherry stick out her tongue just as she dropped the load, he started to laugh to himself. Gretchen always the handy one, jumped in to help her new friend, “Oh, here, let me help, it’s just a couple of things broken, we’ll have it cleaned up in no time.”

Hestus stood up, quite angry at Cherry, “No you won’t Gretchen, thanks, four your concern, but just stand aside. Cherry, why did you spill these?” She started to speak, but he continued interrupting her reply, “It’s because you were doing something you shouldn’t, right?” Cherry nodded slowly. She looked up at him, with watery eyes, and a lower lip that trembled, “I-I-I’m sorry, master, I was just clumsy that’s all...”

Marcus leaned towards Hestus and whispered in his ear, “She was trying to stick her tongue out at you, and Hestus, she was very cute about it; don’t be too hard on her...” Hestus nodded as he spoke and gave him a quick, ‘it’s okay’ sign.

“Well, Cherry, you should know by now, that I have eyes in the back of my head and I knew what you were doing.” He waited for her to reply, but she kept on weeping softly; “I was not being a good girl, sir, I’ll report my error to cook, is that your wish, my master?”

Hestus looked at her, “Yes, report to cook and tell her ten plus two, understand?”

Cherry shivered and looked at him, “Yes, master, ten plus two. May I put my skirt on, oh please, master? I hate it so when cook beats me naked. It reminds me of the things she use to do to me.”

Hestus wondered at this, scratching his head, “All right, but leave it lose on your hips; if it falls, I’ll add three more months of nudity, understand?” She nodded her understanding of his order.

For her working in the nude was no problem. In fact she enjoyed it for the most part and she’d get excited when most of the men around her admired her nudity. Going about and working all bare-ass reminded her a lot of her days slaving at the oars or at the gristmill in Effisus. After cleaning up the mess, Cherry went to speak with cook as ordered. Like most of the other girls who serve food and worked to clean the cabins, Cherry wore a ricka-skirt as she went about her duties, and nothing else. She realized for a moment at how silly it was to fuss over being beaten by cook in the nude. Cook would always beat the girls across their back or breasts so little did it matter that they were naked or not. Master Hestus would always give his lesbian cook special privileges like her choice of oar girls for the night.

Following some more chitchat the men made plans for a game of squares, after Marcus’ mid-morning nap. Gretchen and Marcus headed forward towards their cabin, as they neared the food galley, they heard the sound of a whip slicing the air and its impact on bare skin. There was an immediate, painful whimper, which came from a young woman. Turning to the direction of the sound, they saw Cherry standing on deck with her wrists bound crosswise over her head to a single tether, she had her back to them. Her skirt hung loosely about her hips, exposing her dimples and the shadow crack of her ass. The skirt was about to slide off her hips and down onto the deck.

Cook was whipping her with a single tale, braided thong and by now Cherry sported about eight or so welts across her back. Leaving a few which wrapped around the side curves of her breasts as she stood glistening in the late morning sun. Marcus and Gretchen had stopped to watch, but after a few moments he sent Gretchen on to their cabin. Marcus noted that cook must have delivered another stroke to her breasts which caused Cherry to jerk about on her tether tossing her hair while voicing a womanly gasp, “AAA!”

Cooks next stroke snaked itself around and over the side curve of her right breast. It must have struck a nipple the way she twisted and yanked even harder on the rope; throwing her head back, she gave a deep-throated gasp, “A-A-ARGH!”

It was this stroke that had caused her skirt to slip down over her hips and drop to the deck, leaving her humiliatingly naked under cook’s whip. Cherry twisted and turned about, making it easy to see where the red line of that last stroke had passed squarely across her swollen right nipple. Without a pause cook delivered three more strokes for a total of twelve in all. Noticing that she had an audience, she looked somewhat annoyed at Marcus. Coiling up her whip she spoke, “What are you looking at, sir I might ask? This cunt deserved every stroke of it, and more.”

Cook was a mature woman clearly in her forty’s, attractive enough with a ring in her right ear and a pair of them to match running through both of her very large nipples. They’d been in her long enough that the holes had enlarged so the rings passed through them easily. She had almond eyes, high cheekbones and her breasts pouted slightly downward which is normal for a woman her age. Hestus looked at her and she smiled to herself realizing that he was admiring her. She wiped her hands on a large white apron as if she didn’t notice him. Cook had lowered the top of her apron before she started whipping Cherry. Leaving her naked from the waist up. It appeared to Marcus that this woman wore nothing but the apron most of the time. He could tell from her movements that Cherry’s whipping was more of an inconvenience to her than anything else.

Cook tidied things up a bit and started to retie the apron back over her breasts, when she observed that Marcus stood stareing at her. Stopping her actions she let the apron fall slowly back down. She then turned and faced Marcus exposing to him her heavily ringed tits. Cocking her head to one side, she cooed, “Like um?” She fingered the rings, which made her nipples harden up even more. He continued to look at her, she was fuckable he thought to himself. The woman took the rings between the fingers of each hand and twisted them, yanking them upward in a grotesque stretching pull. She batted her eyes as she spoke, “They aren’t what they use to be, but then what can a girl expect after twenty years of hard labor ‘bare breasted’ at the stone mill near Effuses.”

Marcus took in a small breath at her sultry words, “I thought the women who labored at the mill there, did so completely nude and not just ‘bare breasted’?” He mimicked her emphasis on the words.

Raising her eyebrows, she gave him another wanting look, “Oh, you are quite right, sir. Most of us were kept nude, like that silly little bitch hanging up over there. But some of us on the other hand were allowed a skirt or loincloth once in a while and specially if we were good in bed. I’ve been fucked a hundred times by everything animal, vegetable or mineral just to get a few privledges. I use to have breasts like hers, until one day a Greek overseer got angry because I didn’t suck him off the ‘right’ way. He decided to punish me by beating my breasts with a stick, squeezing them between a couple of rods and hanging two fist size river stones on my nipples. He made me wear them for a month and they were never the same again. But now Master Hestus likes me and he fucks me a lot, mostly after he’s tied my hands behind my back and strung me up by these.” She sticks her tits out as much as she can and twiddles with the rings. She passes a dreamy look to Marcus, “You wanna fuck me, don’t you? You know I’m a lesbian. I can really do a girl up nice and I get my self off rubbing my clit on her clit. It even excites me to play breast games with another girl before I clit fuck her. I guess I became a clit fucker when I was at the mill. Sometimes late at night, all there was to do was play with each other in the slave pens. I got to the place where I liked it a lot.” Her lower lip pouted just slightly.

Marcus looked at her his cock twitching slightly he stepped closer to her, “It was my understanding that lesbians were crucified if they were caught?” He moved closer to her. She looked in his eyes, “Yes, you heard correctly.” She held her hands palms open for him to see the nail wounds. He grabbed her and kissed her as his tunic fell off along with her apron. He fucked cook whose name he learned was Sophia for nearly an hour while she told him accounts of her life at the gristmill.

Cook made sure all was in order before starting back to her cooking duties. When she opened the door to go inside the food galley, Marcus stopped her asking; “You don't like her, do you?” He cocked his head toward Cherry who was still squirming about in her bondage, glistening with sweat and displaying the fresh marks of the whip. Cook looked at the squirming nude dangling on her tether, “No I don’t.” Marcus smiled and gave a snicker, “Not even in bed?” Sophia stared back in his eyes, “I wouldn’t kick her out.”

Cherry was simpering as she struggled about causing her to occasionally expose the sides of her breasts with their erect nipples, swollen red from the whip that had marked her up like a zebra. Marcus added with conviction, “You really didn’t have to slice her up like that.” Sophia looked again at Cherry, “You forget sir, that I whipped her at master’s order and not at mine, besides she’s had worse...”

Marcus interrupted, “Oh, and don’t tell me, so have you.”

Sophia turned slowly around exposing her back to him. She continued as he examined her scared back, “I took a snakin’ one time after being caught trying to escape the compound one night. The next day in full public view, I took a hundred lashes in the center of the compound while I stood stretched to the limits, just as naked as the day I was born. Each stroke coiled me like a vine and I thought I was being skinned alive.” She moved quickly and wiped her hands on her apron. Lifting it up enough to expose her bare sex, she spoke softly, “Sir, I really must return to work, please have your slave girl take cupcake over there down and tend to her after all I am the one who feeds everyone around here.”

Marcus was almost without words as he hugged her and changed the subject with her, “My, yes you are and you do quite well with it too, dear Sophia. I’ll bet Captain Hestus is the envy of the merchant fleet, having you to do his cooking?”

She smiled again, “The emperor just hated to give me up, sir.” She already knew that it was time to change the subject, nodding at the nude and dangling Cherry; “That one can be glad it was only ten plus two. If she were mine again, I’d have had her squirming on the end of an oar or knobbed with a belaying pin. She’d have loved it and that I can guarantee you.” The woman gave him a playful nudge away and turned going inside with out any more words; closing the door firmly behind her.

Gretchen woke up just as her master opened the door to their cabin. Reclining on the bed, she sat up as he entered her pregnant tummy all round as she lay there so innocently bare looking up at her master, “What a bitch, Master, I don’t think she liked me at all. You should have Hestus haul her over by the keel, or some thing like that.” She wrinkled up her cute nose, knowing that she’d said it wrong.

Marcus made a silly smile at her, “Keel haul her you mean, my little one.” Patting her on the head as he continued to speak; “No, she is the one who feeds us.” Marcus looked at the closed door, a bit perturbed with Gretchen’s comment. Gretchen blinked back at him, “I love you, Master.”

Cook opened the upper half of the door to the food galley, she looked at Gretchen taking Cherry down to tend to her. Gretchen always looked to her Master for orders, she was well trained not to respond to any other commands. Marcus ordered her to help Cherry and to meet him later with Captain Hestus, about noon in the dining area. She looked at cook who watched the two with a careful eye, she didn’t like this woman and she made no bones about it to her Master.

Cherry gasped, “AAA! Please be careful! These may look mild but they still hurt. That bitch knows how to swing a braid.” Cherry stiffened as Gretchen, using a bucket of clean water, sponged off her back. She gently rolled Cherry over and tended to her scored breasts and nipples. Casually, she used her mouth on one of the whipped nipples, and to Cherry it felt quite good. “Hum... Thanks...” Gretchen nodded with a smile.

Cocking her head to one side, Gretchen started a conversation by asking, “Did you know this woman before, she made a comment that you were hers once, what did she mean by that?”

Cherry settled back a moment and looked into the blonde’s inquisitive eyes, “It’s a long story, are you sure

you want to hear it? After all, I don’t want to get into more trouble” Gretchen replied looking about, “I think we have some time, go ahead, you know I’m curious.” She smiled with anticipation.

Cherry shrugged her shoulders, which made her wince slightly, “Well, I’ll start at the very beginning...”

Gretchen piped in with a feeble attempt at humor, “That’s a very good place to start!” With a goofy smile

on her face, she shrugged her shoulders, then lowered them and pouted, “Sorry, what we just said sounded like a childhood song, my grand-mother sang to me in the Norse country, when I was a little girl. It had something to do with musical notes,” She smiled cute, and sings a little tune, “It’s a silly thing, it goes kind like this ‘doe, ray, me... the first three notes just happen to be... Silly, I know, well, sorry, we can go on now, I don’t know what came over me, just one of those things I guess.” Cherry cocked her head to one side, concerned about this girl’s sanity and if it was her condition that caused this kind of non-sense, she interrupted her, “I understand, girl, that’s okay, we don’t have to go on with it. Childhood songs are great, give them to your children.” She gently poked Gretchen in her pregnant belly. Her eyes widened a little as she saw it move slightly. Gretchen smiled and gasped a little, “I felt it, I think the baby reacted to your finger!” Her face lit up with joy.

Cherry resumed her story, “Gretchen, how old do I look?”

Gretchen eyed her a minute and noticing a few wrinkles about the edges, she shrugged, “Oh, I’d say you’re in your twenties and I don’t mean to criticize, but you look like you’ve had sex for at least five straight years, without a break. I think men refer to it as ridden hard and put away wet.”

Cherry narrowed her eyes at her, “Well, you’re right about most of it. I’m just a little younger than cook actually. I was born on Sugar Island to a blonde slave girl, the product of a punishment rape so to speak by every male field hand on the island. All I know is that I was born to her about nine months after that ordeal. Growing up on the island was not a fun filled adventure. I was given very little education except for discipline and respect to the overseers. My sexual education started early as I quickly matured. Because I’d spit in the face of an overseer for whipping my mother, I lost my virginity on a metal hook. He put me on it deciding that I needed a lesson in humiliation. I got it all right, I spent the day naked on that hook suspended by a chain above the ground with my wrists and ankles tied together and a rope holding me to the chain. A couple of years later, useless as a virginal slave girl, I was sold to a black miller in Effisus. That’s where I met cook. I will never forget that day I arrived when I saw her hanging on a cross. She was getting herself off on the wedge put there to take the weight of her body off her arms so she could breath. I thought she was the most beautiful woman that I’d ever seen hanging up there, naked with her hair blowing in the breeze and her body glistening in the sun. It wasn’t until sometime later that I learned of what a cunt fucker she was. I did learn to enjoy the warmth of a woman from her.

It was fifteen years later, that I was purchased by Master Hestus to be an oar girl. It’s hard work but it builds the body up. It was a few months later during one of his deck parties, that cook’s path crossed with me again.”

Gretchen added, “She’s a real bitch, I don’t like her at all, she treats my master with disrespect, and if I could arrange it, I’d have her whipped for that!” Gretchen didn’t watch her words, but as she ranted on, cook had

the door open and could hear her every word. Cherry pointed towards the door and held her finger to her lips, indicating to her to keep it down. Gretchen looked over, noticing the door open, she shrugged her shoulders and

gave Cherry a sheepish grin, but softly added, “Well, I would.” She looked back over her shoulders making sure cook wasn’t standing there and with a quick gesture, she flipped her finger at the door. Bad luck though, as cook

went to the door just as Gretchen raised her finger. She immediately lowered it, and got real nervous.

Cook opened the door and picked up a flat drubber, and walking slowly over to the two girls. She stood looking down at both Cherry and Gretchen, “You two have a problem with fingers and hands, do you?”

Cherry lowered her head, “No, mam, no cook, we were just chatting, weren’t we Gretchen?” Gretchen nodded with enthusiasm, “She was drying off her hands from where she was wiping my welts, right Gretchen?” Gretchen nodded again with even more enthusiasm, “See, she’s just helping me with some after care and stuff, like you ordered her to do. Isn’t that right Gretchen?” Gretchen nodded, and kept nodding for several seconds.

Cook didn’t believe a word of it, “It seems one of you has a finger problem. I know which one of you

has the problem, but just in case it is an accidental situation, I know I can’t punish you, round tummy, but,” She glared at Gretchen, who frowned back at her, “I can punish this one. Hold out your right hand, palm up, Cherry, and be quick about it.” Cherry struggled with the order. She’d felt that lath before and didn’t like it one bit. Starting to hold her palm out, she quickly brought it back in to herself, shaking her head, no. Cook tapped her toes, “I said, Cherry, hold you hand out, palm up. If you don’t, then back up you’ll go by your ankles this time and I’ll make it up on that clit of yours, since you find the palm of your hand to sensitive.” Cherry shook her head and closed her legs together, almost curling up into a little ball.

“All right Cherry, since you won’t cooperate, I’ll just go get Eboneebus.” She started to leave, when Cherry grabbed her leg and pleaded, “No, no, no, please I’ll be good and I’ll cooperate, here...” She held out her hand palm up and squeezed her eyes tightly closed.

Gretchen reacted to this, “Wait a minute, it was me, I gave you the finger punish me, not her; can’t you see she’s suffered enough?”

Cook looked at Gretchen with a stern eye, “I knew it was you giving me the finger, you rank little slut, with your swollen belly and cute nips and all. You know very well that I can’t wallop you, even with my status on this ship, Master Hestus would pop me good if I touched you without direct orders. Now, as for this one, I can

do just about anything I want with her, can’t I sleaze bucket?” Cherry nodded and lowered her head, “So, Cherry, you get back into position and I want your other hand behind your head and your legs spread wide open. I want to see that thingy between your legs quiver as I use this on you, now move!” Cook gave one of Cherry’s exposed nipples a quick flick with the drub as she shifted herself into place. Cherry winced and gave a breathy gasp, “AH!” Cook shook the drub at her, “There, now, let’s be quick about it, or I’ll make that nipple as sorry as your hand.”

In position with a tremble to her left hand, Cherry held it out, palm up and open, fighting back nervousness. Cook stood with her arms folded across her chest glaring down at Cherry, “Don’t even flinch or I’ll start back to work on that nip of yours, understand me?” Cherry nodded slowly.

Cook brought the lath down with a wicked sounding ‘SMACK’ into Cherry’s tender palm. Cherry sucked in her breath, holding it; cook looked at her, “Count you slut!” Cherry still wincing and holding her breath, “One, mam.” She then let out her breath. Cook looked down, and in a mimic tone of voice, “One, mam... One, mam what?” Cherry’s voice quivered, “One, thank you mam, may I have another.”

Cook had an insufferable grin on her face, “That’s better, a well trained slut like you should know better than to make me ask again, right?” Just as cook said the word right, Gretchen saw one of the cruelest things happen to Cherry that she’d ever seen done, even on Flavious’ island. Cook’s arm went into a blur as she applied another swift stroke to the girl’s exposed clit. It landed square on making a wet slapping sound, ‘WHIT’ that made Cherry almost jump out of her skin. It even made Gretchen jump. Cherry went wide-eyed and put both her hands down holding herself as she closed her legs. She nearly rolled over, going completely breathless.

Gretchen reaching for her, but was stopped by cook, “Leave her be, she’ll recover just fine, won’t you Cherry?” Not waiting for a reply, cook popped a sharp one on her exposed left nipple, making it heat up in a blister. Cherry squealed and brought her right hand up to shield her left nipple. Taking advantage of this action, cook landed another one on her now exposed right nipple, making Cherry grab it with her left hand, which to her misfortune, left her cleft exposed once again. No sense in letting go of a good keep-a-way action, cook thought as she landed another square hit to her clit. This one made Cherry cough and spit out a wail, “AAA!” Again, using both of her hands she covered her hurting cleft.

Gretchen screamed, “STOP IT YOU BITCH! YOU’RE KILLING HER!” This caught Hestus’ attention, and he went over to investigate. Cook still in her position, leaned over and grabbed both girls by the hair just as Hestus walked up, “Cook let them go!” Cook looked at him still holding on to the girls’ hair, they were raising their arms up to force her to let go. Hestus said again, with a louder voice, “I SAID, let them go!” Looking at the two of them, cook let go of their hair. Clearing his throat, Hestus asked, “What started all this, cook?”

She looked up at her Master in a matter of fact tone of voice, “Master Hestus, I was beginning my lunch

preparations, when I heard this one,” She yanked again on Cherry’s hair, who winced a silent protest, “Start to tell one of her long stories about her life and of course about me. Then I heard this one express her dislike for me, and

how I insulted her master, Marcus, as I came to the door to check all this out, I saw this one,” Cook grabs a fist full of Gretchen’s hair, rolling her head about, “Giving me the finger!”

Hestus leaned towards his cook, “The finger?”

“Yes, the finger, you know, sir, the finger!” With the last word she raised her middle finger up for her master to see, and deliberate or not, she aimed it at him. He frowned and slapped her finger down, “Yes, cook I do know the finger.”

“Well, sir, I felt it my right to punish her,” Cook points at Cherry, “For this one’s actions. Especially since I’m not allowed to do anything to another master’s slave, but I can to Cherry pie here.” The two girls sat silently and with their heads lowered.

Hestus reached down, lifting Gretchen’s chin up, “Is that right, little one?” Water formed in Gretchen’s eyes as she swallowed, “Yes, sir, cook’s right, I did give her the finger,” In her innocence she raised it up to show him and did like cook, aim it at him, deliberate or not, it happened, “Like this...”

Hestus swore to himself, “Gretchen, honey, I know what the finger IS, now go on!” He sounded a bit perturbed. ‘Sorry, sir, I don’t mean you, I mean...” Gretchen started to point it at cook again, when Hestus grabbed her hand, “Yes, Gretchen, enough already!”

“Sorry, sir.” Gretchen lowered her head.

In the meantime, cook’s anger was growing up again, and when Gretchen started to point the finger at her

she almost lost it, “Sir, these two deserve a good drubbing on those thingys of theirs; each of them do, and you know it..!” Hestus was getting angry over the whole mess, “Cook, knock it off...” He was interrupted by cook who again started with the finger thing, “Well, how would you like it to have this,” Up it went again, “Stuck in your face..?” Before another word came out of cooks mouth, Hestus got furious, but he kept his voice calm and clear,

all of them knew he was serious, “If I may have your attention for a moment, sluts,” The women calmed down quite a bit, “That’s better. I will only say this once, cook, everyone on this ship has roughed it more than once in their lives, having to do their own meals won’t kill them. The next time you raise that finger at me, I’ll have you keel hauled, understand?” Cook nodded that she understood, no remarks were needed. “As for you two, one more

meek sounding, whimpering reference to the finger will earn you both a hot afternoon in the rigging with a pair of well-blistered nipples and an equally well blistered cunt. Hanging you both upside down by your ankles while Eboneebus blisters them for you.”

Gretchen blinked and started to comment as she rubbed her swollen tummy, when Hestus stopped her, “Don’t you give me that, ‘But I’m pregnant’ look sweetcakes. Both you and your Master know full well a good blistering while hanging by your ankles and a day in the sun never hurt a pregnant girl before, have I made myself understood?” Never taking her eyes off him, and smartly keeping her mouth shut she nodded her understanding.

“As for you, Cherry, I’m still not sure of your involvement with this finger business, but judging from the welts I see, you’ve been punished enough for now. I want you and cupcake here to finish up your aftercare, following which you will report to me; is that clear?” Cherry nodded and voiced a soft, “Yes, master.”

Hestus sighed a relief and left the women to manage his orders. Cook watched the two of them a minute with a snide look on her face, “You two just wait, this ain’t over yet.” Cherry and Gretchen looked at cook and as she slowly turned her back, Gretchen started to stick out her tongue, but cook just as quickly turned back to face them, almost catching Gretchen’s little tongue about to pop out. Not saying a word, cook lifted a finger to Gretchen in a ‘watch this’ action that clearly indicated she could rap Gretchen hard enough under the chin to cause her to bite her tongue off. Gretchen looked at her and swallowed hard. Cook gave her a look as if to say, ‘go ahead and try it, I’d love to prove it’ as she slowly turned towards the galley door.

Gretchen watched and didn’t make a move while Cherry focused on Gretchen ready to stop her from aggravating the situation any further. For a few seconds after the door had closed, the two girls sat silently. It was Cherry who spoke first, “See what I mean..?” Gretchen didn’t say a word for several seconds, then she moved uneasily and with a nod winced to herself, “I do see, but I have to go pee now.” She got up and scurried over to the rail, quite desperate it seemed.” Cherry smiled as she watched a bladder full of yellow liquid stream out of Gretchen. She mumbled to herself, “Where does she put it all? I mean, Jupiter.”

A couple of hours went by of idle chat about Cherry’s life, her ups and downs. She told Gretchen about the terrible abuses she experienced as a child, growing up on Sugar Island, and of her relationship with Sophia the cook. Gretchen thought to herself that it should be Sophia, it fit her nicely.

Gretchen finished the after care, while Cherry continued with her story, “Well the hostility between Sophia and I started more as an argument rather than just a few words. She wanted me to prepare some sweet meats for the meal, but I told her that I needed to get some more wine for the Master. This led to that and, well, I guess I smarted off to her. The next thing I knew, she had me strung up spread-eagle taking a whippin’ with that braid of hers.” A shiver ran up Cherry’s spine as she talked about it.

“That must have been a nasty whipping, strung up all spread open like that.” Gretchen noted as she continued to wipe on Cherry’s back.

“It was the first time that any of us had been whipped by cook in a long time; punishments are usually done by Eboneebus at Hestus’ orders only.” Cherry finished her thought.

Gretchen concentrated her wiping on Cherry’s right shoulder, chatting to a new subject, “Master Hestus has sure been working over Adria and Nita lately. I think my master and Captain Hestus both had a go at them last night...” Gretchen told Cherry about the events of last evening.

“Really, I know this sounds cruel, but they deserve it; those two garden sluts! The way Adria keeps playing around with those two lugs, Fracas and Duffus, it’s a wonder the Captain hasn’t had her impaled.”

“Oh, you mean Francis and Drake, the twins?” Gretchen smiled in a simple grin.

“Yeah, them, a pair of real knuckleheads. You know, they remind me of those two forum clowns, that always put on a show with some practical joke, what their names..?”

“Oh, do you mean Bevectus and Anuspate?” Gretchen said as she rubbed her cloth a bit too firm over Cherry’s back. “Ow! Oh, watch it please... Hum...” Cherry jumped a bit. “Oops, sorry...” Gretchen went easier.

“Yep, the very same, only these two, I swear, are worse...”

Gretchen has seen Bevectus and Anuspate in action, she actually wondered for a moment how Cherry could find them to be worse, “How do you think they are worse? I understand they are well equipped as males go, and Adria likes to fuck them as much as she can. Really, they don’t look like Bevectus and Anuspate, at least I don’t think they do.”

“Gretchen, haven’t you noticed, they like to twist words around...”

She nodded in agreement, rubbing her lower abdomen around her bladder, “You can say that again...”

Cherry continued, “They even start pointless arguments among themselves! Arguing over how either of them could put their cock into the mouth of any two girls waiting for them right there!”

“Well from what my master told me of last night, you probably did, and by the way, did you see Nita and Adria this morning scurrying about, just as bare-ass naked as the day they were born!?! Not to say that I don’t go around that way a lot, but then I have an excuse,” She pats her belly, “They were so laced that it looked like the masters had used a link chain on them! I guess, according to my Master, Captain Hestus has this whip he calls a lace,” Cherry shuddered at the mention of it, “I guess he used it on you all last night.”

Cherry shivered, “I hate that lace. He’s used it on me more than once.”

“Oh?” Gretchen’s attention went to Cherry.

“About a year ago I think, it was just after he got it from an Egyptian woman. He used me to try the thing out on, and oh by the gods, that thing is awful! It leaves thin red blistered looking welts that look like laces on you, hence its name. Prey your master never acquires one, as it seems that there’s a tradition on the use of that thing...”

“What kind of tradition?” Gretchen sounded a bit worried.

“Well, besides being totally nude and spread-eagled, who ever uses it on you, must also be totally naked at the time and by that I mean bare naked except for your head. It doesn’t matter if a man whips you or a woman, but it’s only used on a woman. The woman told my Master that sometimes two unruly slaves could be laced by having one whip the other and then reverse their positions. There’s more, besides being whipped with it, cruel enough by itself; but, traditionally speaking of course, Egyptians salt the girls down who’ve been laced, and parade them bare ass in public. It’s very humiliating to be on such a display...”

“Did he use it on you later in private or..?” Gretchen wondered.

“Oh, in private all right, try the woman’s bed-chambers... In actuality it was me, master Hestus, the woman whose name is Elexeus by the way, and her female slave Nerfina. I was kneeling before my master, in the nude of course, while Elexeus wore a hip skirt the Egyptians called a Ummaske with a chorda and hair piece, master Hestus had his navigators tunic on, and Nerfina wore only a simple slave’s wrick and hair piece. She was bare breasted, but it was Nerfina who whipped me with it first.” She paused a moment while Gretchen went to refill the water basin, when she returned Cherry picked up her story, “Nerfina was ordered to put cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then I was lifted up and fixed to a hook that had been lowered from the ceiling. Elexeus worked a small lever and drew my wrists upward, until I stood on my tiptoes. I was so humiliated, I felt all nipples and cunt.”

Gretchen nodded and closed her eyes interrupting her, “I’ve felt that humiliation before, with my former master, Flavious, only I was upside down; it’s just awful.”

“Elexeus didn’t like the way I was fixed, so simple enough, Nerfina, got six strokes with it before me. Elexeus had Nerfina fetch the lace, and by custom, a slave must be naked to even hold it. Nerfina simply went an got it and handed it to her mistress, thoughtlessly forgetting to remove her clothing first...”

“Oh, wow, she’d left her wrick on.”

Cherry nodded and continued, “Yes, and it’d cost her... After she handed it to her mistress, she suddenly remembered her requirement, immediately she began to strip, but Elexeus held up her hand and explained to master that Nerfina couldn’t take a whipping with it, without being bound first. After releasing me, my master ordered me to fasten Nerfina in position for a lacing; I had fixed her standing with her arms up-drawn and when I’d finished, I bowed to him...”

“Didn’t you say that the person who was to be whipped with it was to be bound spread-eagled?”

“They were, and I made a mistake to tie her wrong. Elexeus stood up, removed her Ummaske, chorda and hair piece and without a word went over to her slave girl and retied her spread-eagle. Looking at my master, he stood and motioned for me to remove his tunic, which I did that for him.”

“By now you’re all naked, right?”

“Yes, and my master shoved me to my knees with my mouth at the level of his cock; as he touched the back of my head, I opened my mouth for him, making it easy for him to shove it in my mouth.”

“What was Elexeus doing with all this cock sucking going on?”

“Smiling as she walk over to Nerfina holding the lace in her right hand, as she shook her hair loose from its pined up position. The woman looked exquisite standing in complete nudity in the early evening. Several of the torches were lit on her verandah overlooking the city of Theebes. You know, it’s kind of funny, but I distinctly recall from the doorway you could hear the sounds coming up from the streets below. The sensuous voices of the prostitutes calling out their prices for entertainment to passing men. Occasionally, a guardsman or patrol would chase one or two away. I vividly recall, Elexeus positioning herself so that my master could see a clear profile of her lovely body. She used side arm strokes to deliver a deft blow of the lace to the panting nude Nerfina...”

“You were able to see this while sucking his cock?” Gretchen wondered.

“Master had pulled out of my mouth, allowing me to watch Elexeus’ whipping of Nerfina. When I first saw the wire thin whip, it looked quite harmless, much too small to cause any hurt.” Cherry got a very serious tone to her voice, cupping Gretchen’s face in her hands, “Let me tell you sweet blonde sister, that looks are most deceiving when it comes to the lace.”

“Oh my, really?” Gretchen had a shiver go up and down her spine, “T-t-tell m-me...”

“You know, thinking back on it now, it must be its suppleness.” Cherry smiled at Gretchen, then her face went serious, “You know how you can tell it’s going to hurt, don’t you girl? It’s that the tell-tail sound it makes as it slices through the air, giving off a ‘hissing’ sound followed by that awful wet slapping noise; kind of like someone was slicing meat with dried bull’s guts. At first I actually thought Elexeus had cut Nerfina’s skin to the bone, from the noise it made, but she didn’t.” Cherry made a subtle snicker as if what she was about to say was in some way humorous, “I think it was Nerfina’s reaction that really got to me more than anything else. She’d started jerking about like a kind of puppet, trying to pull her arms inward sort of like maybe...” Her voice began to quiver a little bit and her lower lip trembled slightly, “There’s noting wrong with that reaction, is there? I’m sure you’ve done that, I think we all have when our minds tell us that maybe our breasts just got sliced off... Oh, no, no, no...”

Cherry began to whimper, her shoulders bounced up and down making her breasts jiggle and bounce. Gretchen moved over to comfort her, “This is silly, it’s just that she looked so helpless and humiliated trying to take action on something she didn’t have any control over... Oh, no, no, no...” Her crying went on a bit, after a couple of sniffles and blows on a towel, she nodded her composure, “Sorry, I’m all right now. Anyway, you know I have done that very thing like she did, struggling in futility to try and protect my breasts. This thin set of strands had traveled from one side curve of her breasts to the other; over the tips of both nipples. When it settled in with her, Nerfina just tossed her head back and voiced a raspy sounding gasp that seemed to just dissipate somewhere inside her gut.”

“Wow, that’s something, but come to think of it, I’d heard both Nita and Adria voice a similar reaction in Captain Hestus’ cabin...”

Cherry had more to tell, emotional as it was, “One thing that caught my eye, was the way Elexeus’ breasts had quivered as she sliced the thing across Nerfina’s breasts. At first I actually thought the tip had snaked around to sting her own breasts. Elexeus slowly changed her position and leaned back to deliver another stroke. This one landed just above the last one, making Nerfina jerk madly, only this time she shook her head first then yanked against her ropes, looking back over her shoulder with pleading eyes at her mistress. She shifted her weight slightly back and forth, at the same time trying to catch her breath, but just in time for another stroke, this one had clung a little bit longer. Elexeus made a quick little yank on the lace pulling it away causing Nerfina’s breasts to sway sideways a few times, and in all she’d delivered Nerfina six strokes with the lace. With an all too sweet a smile, Elexeus walked over to my master and offered the lace to him; her body brazenly glazed with sweat, as she put one hand up to her hair holding it away from her neck. Hestus took the whip as she turned putting her other hand up to shake her hair and cool off. He stepped around behind her and circled her waist with the whip holding both ends. She stopped her actions, but left her arms up. Glancing over her shoulder toward him, she began to breath heavy. Almost as if she were recovering from a stroke of it. He raked the thin whip up and down her glistening torso, catching her dark, erect nipples. She let out a whimper as he pressed his nakedness close to hers, working her towards the verandah. All this time, I remained on my knees. In the silence of the later evening, I could hear the faint whisking sounds of the lace hissing in the air at least three or four times. They were out there for some time.”

“Did he use the lace on Elexeus?” Gretchen was intrigued by this story.

“At the time, I wasn’t sure, but I thought he did. All I remember was hearing his orders for me to lower my head and not to look up at either of them. I obeyed, Elexeus gave a similar order to Nerfina.”

“Was it afterwards that he used the lace on you?”

“Yes, and actually all three of them did, first Elexeus, then master Hestus and finally for the longest time, Nerfina. I remember passing out a couple of times, oh by the gods that thing hurts. It is so damn humiliating to be whipped with it, much worse than any other kind of whip. The thing is so awful it makes you feel absolutely raw, and you actually forget that your naked; all you want is for that thing to stop. I’ll never forget that first stroke, it felt like I’d been skinned, slicing into my very soul...” Cherry shivered again.

“An incredible story, Cherry.”

“There’s more, want to hear it?”

“Yes.”

Cherry was more composed now, Gretchen thought as she listened to her story, “The three of them worked on me for more than an hour, but it was Nerfina who’d whipped me towards the end. She tried to be as easy as she could, for which I was thankful, but as these last strokes fell, I could barely make out my master and Elexeus fucking on her couch. When Nerfina was finally ordered to stop my master had her untie me. She took me into a side chamber and we made girl love as my master and Elexeus slept together. It was the next day that proved to be the most difficult.”

“How so?”

“In the early morning I awoke and Nerfina stirred. We were quite hungry so we went to the kitchen to get some thing to eat at the slaves eating time. On our way out, Nerfina kept her eyes down but I just had to look at my master. It was then that I saw his hand slip away from Elexeus’ breast causing her to open her eyes. She saw me looking at them and she just stared right back into my eyes. Gasping for a second, I quickly lowered them Nerfina looked up and made the mistake of looking at me staring at her mistress. We both continued with our eyes down.”

“What was the problem with that?”

“When my master moved his hand, I saw the red welts left there from his application of the lace on mistress Elexeus. I wasn’t suppose to see them.”

“Oh, no.”

“Well, after we had eaten, we went back to mistress Elexeus’ chambers. After knocking, we entered to see my master dressed in his tunic and mistress Elexeus dressed in her Ummaske and chorda. Another slave girl was putting her hair back together and fitting her with a gold laced Scarab. My master looked at the both of us and started a private conversation with Elexeus. After a few minutes, Elexeus looked at Nerfina and asked her if the food was good, and she replied politely. My master asked me the same question and I replied politely. Elexeus announced that they were going to take a tour of her estate; it was then I then noticed that three other slave girls had joined us. We all left passing the kitchen on the way. It was here that Elexeus stopped all of us. She went over to the cook and talked privately with her. Coming back, she spoke softly to my master who nodded and made a couple of gestures with his hands. Elexeus then announced that several bags of grain needed to be ground. The oxen that normally were used to operate the mill had been needed in the quarry. Looking about, the other slave girls were wearing their rickskirts, sandals, and hair pieces. Nerfina and I were still quite naked and well laced. Elexeus motioned to a couple of guards to take charge of Nerfina and I. She then announced to the cook that she’d found the needed labor to work the mill and grind the grain for the bread and that labor would be supplied by Nerfina and I.”

Gretchen was a little uneasy with this, “You mean that Hestus allowed Elexeus to use you as animal labor?” Cherry nodded. “How awful.”

Cherry stifled out a sniffle, “I remember that a number of comments were made to the fact that we were naked and it would be more convenient to use us, being strong girls and all. The rest of the group began the tour, two guards had been left behind to see to us being properly attached to the mill. I’m sure you’ve seen a mill, so I won’t describe it beyond it was designed for two oxen and not really ready for a couple of naked slave girls. The height of it had been adjusted for us, allowing the levers to be placed across our shoulders, at eye level, in such a way as to permit us to muscle the thing into motion with our arms slightly up and outstretched a little awkwardly along the two levers. Strips of leather were used to bind our wrists and arms out to each side along the length of the lever, leaving us quite naked and defenseless from the tops of our shoulders to our toes. Being early in the morning, neither of us paid any attention to the fact that by noon, the machine would fully exposed to the hot Egyptian sun. A fact that made this labor unbearable, we also learned that three kitchen sluts had been assigned to work the grain along with us, gathering the flour we made and force us to keep the mill in motion. They also were required to keep us with needed water, food and motivation to continue working. That motivation we learned quickly enough was in the form of an oxen whip. Why not? It worked on the oxen, it should work on us, right? This whip was made literally from the hide of an oxen, and braided into a length of about eight feet, and tipped with a split end of six tails. It was attached to a wooden handle about four feet long and an inch thick that was sharpened on the opposite end, as I learned, for poking or prodding the oxen to greater speed. In our case poking or prodding a couple of nude slave girls. Other than being bound at our wrists, we were totally unencumbered, the sky was blue and not a cloud to be found anywhere.”

Gretchen didn’t like this lever mill setup, she knew about Flavious’ harvest machine, but it was designed for women, not animals, “How awful, to be treated like beasts of burden.”

“Want to hear the rest of it?” Gretchen nodded. “One of the kitchen sluts Kira, a very young half breed Arab girl, with long dark hair and large brown eyes. In all her years could have not been more than eighteen, or so, seemed to be in charge. It was her that controlled the whip, and right away, she ordered the other two, a couple of Hebrew slave girls named Sarah and Ruth, to oil us down. As they did, the two made several comments about our ‘laced’ condition. Kira examined us and going back into the kitchen she returned with the cook, who looked us over and shrugged her shoulders; going back into the kitchen she came right back out with a bowl of salt. She handed it to Ruth, then stood in front of me, licking the tips of her index fingers she dipped in and put some salt on each of my nipples, using a light pressure. She applied the salt to both them at the same time and Gretchen, you know, I don’t remember screaming, but I guess I did. My throat hurt a lot afterwards and I looked up to see my wrists were red and swollen a bit where the leather bound them to the lever. The two guards had returned to see what was the matter. Nerfina told me later she felt the lever buck and creak enough to make her stagger, so I must have carried on for quite a bit; she told me that the cook nodded her head and told Kira that I’d been laced. She waited for a few moments and applied another coating of salt and again I bucked and screamed myself hoarse. Gretchen that salt made the pain of the lace come back!” Her voice had that quiver in it that sounded like she was ready to cry again.

“Ooh, really?”

“Real bad like, after I’d recovered a little from this salt thing, I recall seeing her go over to Nerfina and give her a dose of the salt. I don’t know, but Nerfina evidently didn’t react as much as I did, and I saw her talking with cook; later I realized that Nerfina told them how long I was under the lace last night. Cook conversed with Kira and the two Hebrews, after nodding their heads, they agreed it was time for the work to begin. I think it was because of my reaction to the salt that Kira concentrated her motivation to work using the whip on Nerfina. The whip made a louder sound than the lace, whirring and wisping as it snapped in the air. The first lash fell squarely across Nerfina’s bare back, causing a red welt to form after a few seconds, her breasts were spared the first stroke. I got a poke with the sharp end of the whip, on the first half circle we turned; Kira aimed for the dimple just above my left ass cheek, and she found it.”

“Poked and prodded along like an animal, how terribly humiliating...”

“The mill made a heavy rumbling sound as the stones rolled along. We were obviously slower than the oxen. Ruth and Sarah began to pour the raw grains of wheat into the mill’s sifter. The granules fell down into the stones and quickly turned to a pure brown powdered flour. Flour needed to bake the bread in the ovens now being lit by some more of cook’s helpers. We’d made a couple of more turns when Kira snaked out the whip to wrap around Nerfina’s hips. She must have came close to her sex as Nerfina let out a squeal. I felt the lever bounce a little as she twisted against it, again after a short time, a welt formed across her butt and around her hip angling toward her sex. I got another poke this time just below the shoulder blade. It made me arch my back causing my breasts to strain forward, with my nipples standing at full attention adorned with little white caps of salt. The mill must have surged a bit faster as Kira smiled motioning for more raw grain to be put on the sifter. The kitchen sluts all wore a simple one piece garb that fitted over their shoulders and tied at the waist. Leaving the sides exposed, but covering the breasts and just below the sex. As they bent over, it was easy to see their wet clams greeting a glimpse of the sun or a fluttering breeze.”

“You mean only you two were naked?” Gretchen had settled down all to eager to listen to Cherry’s tale.

Cherry nodded, “Yes, we’d made a few more turns when Kira felt that things had slowed up too much., so another stroke of her whip corrected that action, once again. This time she chose Nerfina as the method of motivation and me for another firm poke, which found my other dimple. I protested using Rome’s finest Latin and Nerfina cursed under her breath in Egyptian. Kira just looked at us, smiled and motioning for more grain. In that first hour, she only poked me. It would be in the second hour that I would learned the wisdom of the lash.”

“Weren’t you already whipped enough?”

“Evidently not, because Kira announced that Nerfina was being treated unfairly and being born an Egyptian, she shouldn’t bear all the responsibility for keeping the wheel’s pace. She felt that I, being a blonde should suffer the lash equally, and with these words Kira delivered a swift blow across my shoulders which made me howl. Kira smiled as the mill picked up speed, almost one full turn in fact before she poked Nerfina in her right dimple. It turned out that an entire cart filled with grain needed to be ground. In that first hour, Nerfina and I labored hard enough to fill three flour sacks, but more would be needed, and cook seemed pleased at what woman power could do. It was halfway through the next hour that Kira felt the need to motivate her two ‘Oxen girls’ that was what she’d nicknamed us; with a breast stroke. I thought sure it would be me to be the first one to feel it, but only chance of fate dealt the first stroke. It slithered like a snake across Nerfina’s breasts making a cracking sound. The mill’s pace quickened by a surge, Kira was just plain mean about these strokes. She gave me one on the next half turn, causing me to struggle and whimper like a baby. I didn’t need a breast stroke to motivate me, my breasts hurt something awful from the lacing. Fortunately cook walked out of the kitchen in time to see her lash me again across my breasts, as I jerked and wailed thrashing about, Cook went over and took the whip out of Kira’s hands. I saw her give some strong words to her, and Kira stood with her arms folded over her chest. She was stamping her foot, but Cook made her point clear. She stopped the mill and examined my breasts and then examined Nerfina’s breasts. A thick red welt now wandered among the thin red ridges of the lacing. I don’t know why she did what she did next, but another coating of salt to our nipples seemed to be in order. Both of us wailed and protested with kicks and shouts. I looked down on my chest in time to see the moist salt ebb into the red tips of my nipples. A last coating was applied as Nerfina and I both vocalized our pain and suffering. The sun was beginning to climb higher and more of the mill was in the direct sunlight. I looked over to see Nerfina’s nipples white tipped and shinny in the sun, while mine just sparkled with those hurting crystals clinging to my red tips.”

“I wished cook would have punished Kira.” Gretchen voiced. Cherry smiled at her with a big broad smile. Gretchen squinted her eyes, “Oh, there’s more I take it?”

Cherry nodded, “There’s more... We sweated and labored until about mid-day, when cook motioned for Kira to come into the kitchen. When she came out Kira was stumbling along behind her, with her arms tied together, outward behind her back and she was also quite naked. Following Kira was biggest bare-ass naked Nubian girl I think I ever did see, over seven feet tall. Her breasts were huge, yet firm enough to stand by themselves, and not a speck of hair anywhere on her. Gretchen, she was huge, with muscles bulging all over and frankly, I think she was naked, because there wasn’t a slave garment designed to fit her. This woman could easily have turned the mill by herself. I learned that her name is Shoova, she was carrying a lace. Cook halted the mill and ordered Ruth and Sarah to untie us for a rest, sitting down on a bench, I rubbed my sore wrists, and Nerfina sat down beside me, rubbing her own wrists. By now, Shoova had spread Kira between two heavy set, upright posts in the clearing near the ovens. Kira was a good looking young girl, her dark hair fluttering in the breeze. In the custom of the Berber dancers, her cleft was bare. Shoova had tied her ankles to the base of the wooden posts drawing her spread eagle. Shoova glistened with oil that had been applied to ward off the harsh effects of the sun, and she motioned for Ruth and Sarah to oil up Kira. Looking at cook, Shoova shook lose the bouncy wire lace. Cook announced that Kira due to her insolence would be laced and displayed on a prong as an example to other mouthy sluts. Following this lesson as further punishment, she would tend the fires at the ovens and would remain naked the prescribed number of days corresponding to the number of lashes with the lace that she’d received. Kira struggled and spit curses at the cook and everyone present. You know, I was really surprised at how attractive she looked naked, she has nice curves, round hips and a glorious ass. Her breasts were kind of smallish, but quite well formed, and she had remarkable nipples that stood proud and erect. I enjoyed looking at her bare clit between the lips of her sex, I think I could have just bit it right off! Cook nodded at Shoova to begin, she tested its heft, and took a firm stand, and her back stroke made it hiss through the air. It landed wetly as it was suppose to, on the side curve of Kira’s right breast snaking across her nipples and finishing on the left side curve of her twin mounds. Even I winced a bit and cupped my own breasts, but Kira just shuddered a little. Honey, this girl was strong to take a stroke like that delivered by a woman of that size; another stroke similar to the first made her shudder again and give a quick shake of her head. Cook held up her hand for Shoova to stop, she whispered something into her, and Shoova’s eyes focused on me, and she nodded. Shoova motioned for me to approach her, scared like hell, I stood up and walked toward her. She told me cook wanted me to lace Kira, I smiled nodding that I would, and I really wanted to dish it out to this kitchen slut for whipping me. Taking up a position, naked as prescribed, I swung the lace landing a stinger around Kira’s nudity, her head tossed and a quick intake of air between her clenched teeth was her only reaction to my stroke. I was disappointed, but the next one was a classic so I was told by all, you know that perky little bit of girl thing peeking out from between the bare lips of her cleft that I’d told you about, well I landed that lace squarely on to it. I figured that had it been possible to unearth the two heavy posts, which held Kira securely spread eagle, I’m sure she would have. A couple of girls nearby swore the ground shook as Kira pulled against her ropes, she tried so hard to protect that sensitive little thing-a-ma-gummy between her legs, as she liked called it. Gretchen, I swear I’d caught that button of hers full on, with the tip of the lace making a curious wet kind of sound that was something like the sound of water being struck by a switch. That girl howled, as I’d finally broken the bitch, Jupiter I was so happy that I gave her another scorcher across her nipples right back, and she howled again. I was in seventh heaven, with two more which I quickly applied to her nipples, by the gods, this girl bucked like a mare in heat. I had her howling like a bitch with a nettle bush stuck to her cunt, oh Gretchen I was in heaven. Getting quite creative, I fairly roasted her clit again with a real hard one! She started writhing so hard from my whipping that the ropes began to fray, you know that I got so caught up with punishing her on the nipples and clit that cook had to have Shoova stop me so that the poor naked slut could breath. I waxed her so hot, that her loins were just as streaked as her breasts! Oh, her breasts got a bigger share than mine did, believe you me, Gretchen, that lace is by far more fun to give than to receive...”

“What a story, Cherry! Oops, I’d better be going, I’ve been quite caught up with your tale...”

“It has been nice chatting with you and I am sorry as I have been doing most of the talking...”

“Oh, no bother, really. I found that a fascinating tale.”

“When is your baby due?”

“I’m not sure really, I think some time around the Ides of March...”

“Ho! Well, do mind yourself...”

“I will, but tell me, what ever happened to Kira?”

Cherry giggled, “She took my place for a couple of hours at the mill. In fact, she put another girl, a brown hared slut by the name of Viola and her to work until mid afternoon. Shoova, Nerfina, and I were their overseers. The three hours that Kira and Viola worked were the hours of the most intense Sun. Nerfina and I finished the last hour under cook’s supervision, it was a little bit cooler then. You know, honey, the most awful thing about the lace, was being forced to display yourself sporting those lash marks. When we left a couple of days later, master led me to the ship wearing only my collar and leash. I was embarrassed by the marks, as everyone stared at me. Each one giving me a look of knowing that I was being punished for being a bad girl to my Master. We stopped for a moment by one of the street vendors, Master tied my leash to a column. Going inside, he left me there all exposed. A young Egyptian man, approached me and looked me over carefully. I think he was a male easy-boy, but he traced my marks and made soft coos and ooh at them. All he had on was a thin loin cloth, which was appropriate considering the heat, he poked me here and there, then using his finger he poked me gently, but firmly between the lips of my sex, hitting my clit square on. Well, Gretchen, in front of the crowd, I just had a jewel of an orgasm. I mean I bubbled between my legs, and it was wonderful. Master punished me good that night in his cabin. Well, as for the girls Viola and Kira, whither they wanted to sweat or not, sweat was what they got, and that couldn’t have happened to a better pair...” Cherry smiled at Gretchen.

Gretchen turned to go in time to hear her Master calling, “Gretchen, come here. Bring Cherry with you.”

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