THE ARENA

By
S. M. Knights

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Real Sorry Ass Sluts

It was late in the afternoon, now and with all the water safely stowed on board, the ship began a steady pull toward Flavious’ Island. A nude Alonna and her companion, Respa, were about to endure a punishing lesson on stumbling. Each of them had been bound with a large round timber across her shoulders, like the one Nita had staggered about the deck with. Each girl, had the end of her timber secured by a rope to the main mast, and with their arms outstretched along the timber, they slowly trod around the mast, their hefty breasts undulating with each step they took. Staggering slightly under the weight of the heavy thing, they were being taught a harsh lesion in awkwardness. Should either of them stumble while doing this penance would mean a day spread in the rigging and a severe flogging. To make sure they kept their focus and pace, Eboneebus stood by with his heavy flogger and if a girl slowed down too much, he would coax her along with a stroke across her back or if the angle permitted, one across her breasts.

Marcus watched with total fixation as the two dusky girls tried to pace themselves so as to not expose too much of their sunburned bodies for Eboneebus’ wicked flogger. He watched with keen interest even while Hestus tried to carry on a conversation with him, but his mind was focused on Eboneebus as he drew back his flogger bringing it in a full ‘WHAP’ across Respa’s breasts making them bounce loosely about. She sucked in her breath and let it out with a mournful wail, “AAA!”. He saw one strand of the flogger cling lazily to one of her sunburned nipples as he drew it painfully over and off of it, chaffing it almost raw. The very dint of these strokes would make either of them stagger and gasp, but they dare not fall as they slowly made their way around the mast. What Marcus found quite erotic was the way their breasts bobbled and bounced with each step they took. A few more circles had Eboneebus slither his flogger in a side arm stroke that made Alonna’s breasts sway sideways, she tossed her head back and gasped a throaty moan, “AAA!” Immediately a series of red stripes painted themselves across her reddish brown tits.

Hestus looked at his friend just as he heard the flogger ‘WHIRRAP’ across Respa’s back making her arch her back away from the stroke as she voiced a deep throated moan, “NNAAA!” He looked to see the sides of her heavy boobs jiggling about on her chest as she strained forward in a vane effort to escape the whip. From their position, both men could see the welts forming on the side curves of the girl’s breasts as they tried to evade its sting.

“Marcus I haven’t told you this yet, but when I returned to Egypt I left Respa with a grain harvester named Aneptus who had a large operation on the outskirts of the City Of The Dead. She needed some more training so I had him put her to work in the fields, naked, with her back whipped regularly by a dark skinned Danuba warrior named Taronga which meant the ‘punisher’ in Danubian. Well, I found out later this guy has a reputation for singling out white slave women for his Rhino hide whip; preferring they be young, big breasted, and sunburned, which wasn’t too difficult to find seeing he made them all work in the nude. It seems that after he’d deliver a rhino hiding to some bitch they’d gladly do any sexual act the man could think of, or imagine, and believe me Marcus, he had a vivid imagination.”

Marcus closed his eyes and imagined Respa hanging by her thumbs from a cross brace, her brown hair blowing about as she swayed gently in the breeze. Her full breasts squeezed unmercifully in a Delphi Press, a device commonly used to punish unruly harem girls. He opened his eyes focusing on her slow trod about the mast, being of Syrian decent, she had an earthy complexion with deep blue eyes; possessing an air about her that gave the appearance of never having worn a stitch of clothing a day in her life. He wondered how many babies she’d birthed, as her breasts still swelled with milk, which again in his mind’s eye seemed to dribble out as the press squeezed them in punishment. He just knew this girl must love to fuck and possessed an incredible amount of stamina; he snapped out of his daydream only to ask, “How long’ll they be trodding about the mast, Hestus?” Marcus asked with a degree of curiosity as he cleared his throat.

“Oh...” Hestus looked at the horizon, “When the sun’s about ready to go down, as soon as it dips below the horizon. I plan to bind them to the mast together by their breasts, clipped at the nipples. I’ll let Cobus flog their backs, ass fuck them and leave each of them with a set of belaying pins up their cunnys and bungs for the night.”

Marcus blinked his eyes once, “Yes.”

Hestus changed the subject, “In the mean time, shall we eat, Marcus? I’ll have cook send Bambina and Adria up to serve us, and by the way, I wonder how dear Gretchen is doing?”

Marcus sent Bambina to get Gretchen who helped Bambina and Adria to serve the men’s food; as they ate and chatted, the two girls at the mast continued their laborious pace. Marcus licked some of the chicken off his fingers, “Hestus, those timbers do look awfully heavy on those girls...”

“Concerned are you Marcus?” Hestus looked up with his eyes over a cup as he drank some wine.

Marcus rocked his head, “Not really, just wondering..?”

Hestus let out a quick breath through his nostrils, “Needn’t be concerned at all, the timbers weigh about thirty pounds each, or so, but remember these are my oar girls; I guarantee you, Marcus, that they have as strong a set of shoulders as any man. After all, pulling those oars all day makes them very strong, I assure you...”

“Well Hestus, I’m also thinking about his flogger, I mean just look at their backs and breasts, stripped red as grapes!”

Hestus tossed down a chicken leg on his plate, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, “Marcus, I can’t believe your concern for these two, they’re just another couple of pain sluts! I mean take a good look at them; if I stop their punishment now, I can guarantee you that later on they will not be as hot to fuck. Believe me, they really do like to be treated like this, no joke! You should have seen Alonna when I got her back to the ship, her cunt and nipples were so swollen that the second I touched them she almost climaxed; I’m not kidding, Marcus, these girls like the whip used on them. Watch...”

The timing was incredible, Marcus saw both girls come around exposing wet clefts. The sun was just about to set as Eboneebus took advantage of Respa’s casual spread of her legs. He brought his flogger in an up and under stroke that Marcus saw a couple of strands disappear between the lips of her sex, “HUNGHA!” She shuddered and quickly turned her head, rolling her eyes back at the Nubian in a mute plea not to punish her there, but still the girl began a climax that turned her into a quivering mass of sweat and moans. Alonna responded in time to close her legs together, but not quickly enough to keep from him from delivering a firm flick which fell across the round globes of her ass leaving a few strands to cling loosely to her glistening curves. She screwed her face up in a grimace of pain which made her jerk her hips a few times, until the strands fell away. Both Hestus and Marcus could see the red welts that formed across Respa’s sex and over Alonna’s ass cheeks.

“Okay, Hestus, as usual you are quite right in your knowledge about slave girls, and I must admit that was quite a climax from Respa after she took that whapper square on her sex.” Hestus smiled and raised his hand to have the women released from the punishment timbers. Eboneebus bound the two women to the mast securely by their breasts. Clipping their nipples together and binding their wrists and ankles together as well. He motioned to Cobus to take up the flogger. He did and removing his loincloth, stepped back and laid it on each girl some three dozen strokes, after which he fucked them each in the ass. Adjusting their position, he fitted the two with belaying pins and slapped each of their asses as he left putting on his loincloth in the process.

Later on down in Hestus’ cabin Cherry sat in Marcus’ lap as he kneading her well whipped breasts like bread dough; he could see where his fingers touched her turn white then red from sunburn. Gluing his mouth onto her nipple, it tasted hot and felt hard in his mouth. She was riding him like a stallion, and he ordered Gretchen to come over and spread Nita’s cunt lips wide, then rake her fingernail on Nita’s clit to make the slut come. Hestus, with his cock well planted up Nita’s ass, he suggested to Marcus, “Put it in her ass, Marcus. I really need her for rowing more than breeding. I don’t mind her tits firming up under the oars, but I certainly don’t need her belly swelling like a melon at the same time.” Marcus nodded in agreement, having Gretchen help him turn Cherry around, oil her bung hole and slide his cock back up inside her guts. She rolled her eyes as he quickly filled her up almost enough to make a knot in the pit of her stomach.

Gretchen looked at Cherry as she rubbed more oil onto her breasts, then she just popped out with a stupid blonde question, and “You sure have big ones, were you born with em that big?”

Adria, tending to her duties, almost said something, but had the good sense to keep her mouth shut, there was no reason at all for her or anyone else to suffer because this ditzy pregnant little bitch has the knack of asking some really lame questions. Adria rolled her eyes over to look at Lira who assisted with cabin duties. She nodded that she understood the lame statement, but it took Cherry a few more seconds to react to Gretchen’s dumb question as she was getting her ass fucked hard by master Marcus, breathlessly she asked, “Hum, AAA, ooh, coo, oomph, what did you ask me, honey?”

Gretchen, holding a weaving needle cause she wanted to fix a spot on Marcus’ tunic, replied as if Cherry had started a discussion about the weather, instead of being fucked in the ass by her master, “Oh, I was just wonderin’ how you got such big ones of these?” Poking Cherry squarely on the nipple with the weaving needle as she said the word ‘these’. Marcus’ eyes bulged as he opened his mouth to let out a scream.

In his cabin below, Eboneebus had selected a big tittied Nubian bitch to suck his cock, she was Hestus’ reward to him for his extra efforts today. Her name is Moon, she’d been selected to be a Luna woman. Unfortunately, she had been caught girl fucking some other girl, her career as a Luna girl ended with a severe stoning of her tits and cunt. She had been sold from her tribe to garrison of Imperial guards. It was several years later that she ended up with an old miller further down the Nile. Hestus bought her from him as part of a settlement on a shortfall delivery. He found her dangling by her ankles being beaten with a paddle for insulting the stone mistress, who following that paddling was about to put her on a cross. Eboneebus found out she that after the Nubian’s dumped her, she’d been everything from a garrison whore to a target in a spike ball game. She was quite young, about eighteen, to have gone through so much. He was kind of proud of her and being of his race, he knew that only a full blooded Nubian girl could take that kind of abuse and end up not much the worse for wear other than her tits hung low; oh, she was also unable to breed. Hestus’ using her as a galley slave, had improved the lift to her breasts, but there was still room for more. Eboneebus sighed quietly thinking to himself, this bitch could sure suck cock. It was then that a blood-curdling scream could be heard it was not a woman’s scream.

Moon looked up, stopping her deep slurping action on his cock as a male scream died down in the night. Looking over at Eboneebus, whose eyes were wide with reaction, she asked, “I’ve never heard no slave girl scream like that, but that was definitely a male’s screaming.” Eboneebus nodded and grabbing his tunic, he pointed to Moon, “You stay here, I want to do some serious fucking tonight, girl, understand?” She nodded as he started to go out the door, he turned to her casually saying, “Damn girl, you’se lookin’ kinda pale, you need some sun on that body of yours...” She looked at him kind of taken aback, she then looked at herself lifting up her tits, gave her left nipple a lick, shrugged her shoulders; he smiled as he closed the door.

Creaking and grinding could be heard all through the ship as the oars would shift and the ship gently rolled in the waves. Cute toes dangled just above the decking, as Gretchen, Cherry, and Adria hung by their thumbs in the forward storage locker. It was not a nice place to be and here and there the girls could hear a rat scurry in the shadows; all three girls were most unhappy.

Gretchen was the first to speak, “I suppose you all think I’m to blame for this...”

Adria, groaned a little bit, “Look, I know you belong to the one who was fucking her in the ass, but please be a good girl and be silent, it hurts more if we talk.”

Cherry, moaned, “I, a, OWW, OH, that hurts. I don’t need this twice in one day, peach tits, so just shut the fuck up, will ya?”

Several more minutes passed in silence, it was Gretchen who spoke up again, “Sorry girls, I really feel

bad, but... AAA! WOW, that does hurt, oh boy, oh, my, oh, golly...”

Cherry rolled her head slowly to one side, “What is it little one?”

Gretchen cleared her throat, “As you might have noticed, I’m pregnant.”

Adria chided in on this one, sarcastically, “No shit, I thought you were a scientific experiment on growing melons without light!” Cherry chucked and immediately followed it up with a groan.

Gretchen replied with what in her mind was a very polite reply, “Oh I get into the light a lot, when the sun comes up. And just this morning in fact, right before Eboneebus drubbed my nipples with his whalebone.” Cherry looked with a strained effort over at Adria, “Are you her friend?” She said cocking her head towards Gretchen who hung between them.

Before Adria could reply, Gretchen smiled and nodded, “Yes she is, in fact her and a couple of friends of hers are trying to find out who her mother is and the woman who loved her in the mean time. I gave them some gold coins to get them to stop making me laugh. Oh, you should have seen this bird, I’d swear...”

Adria, with a firm voice, which she really didn’t want to waist her energy on, “That’ll do, cupcake!”

Gretchen continued as if no one spoke at all, “... It just few in and landed right on his arm, while he was trying to keep from spilling my pee...”

Adria, with definite anger in her voice, almost shouting out, “I SAID, THAT’LL DO, CUPCAKE! AAA! Wow, that hurt, oh my...”

Gretchen went silent for a few seconds, “You don’t have to shout, I can hear just fine.”

‘THUMP, THUMP’ A noise from the next bulkhead sounded, followed by a shout, “Hey, quiet down in there, you sluts or I’ll have Eboneebus get the rope’s end and bounce a few off those tits of yours, understand.”

Cherry swayed gently as the ship rolled and it was all she could to keep from screaming, “See, what you’ve done. Please, girls, keep quiet, I don’t want my tits drubbed on any more. Haven’t they suffered enough?”

Cherry’s breasts seemed to jiggle about as she tried to shift her position a little, but only made her thumbs ache even more. She sucked in her breath in near silence and let it out in a very subtle gasp.

Chipper as ever, Gretchen piped up, “There was this girl once, I started to tell you before I put that weaving needle in your nipple, and oh, sorry, if I didn’t say it already...” Cherry nodded, smiling she understood.

Gretchen continued, “Well, there was this girl on master Flavious’ island who disappeared for about a week, yeah, actually disappeared and not a soul could find her. Well, she all of a sudden about a week later reappeared walking over a hill from the beach. She was telling this odd tale about a bunch of strange men in a cube shaped box taking her in. They handled her all over and poked their fingers here and there in just about everywhere a finger could be poked on a girl. Well, her tits were larger than before she left and her belly was swollen, not as big as mine, but like mine was about three months ago. You know kind of pouch like, lower down, under my belly button. Well, she told this story to master Flavious and the overseer. I don’t think they believed her, because the next day she was hanging on a cross with a wedge between her legs. That hurts to have one of those things rubbing against your clit. Did you ever have that thing between your legs that makes you rub your clitty on it until it gets so sore you just have to come? You know the one I’m talking about...”

Adria nodded and rolled her eyes, using almost a whisper, “Yes, bimbo, yes we do, and I think every girl on this ship has popped her cookies on a wedge.”

Gretchen, whispering to Adria, “Psst, remember, I’m Gretchen not bimbo, I don’t want her to get confused like the twin guys did that time, you remember don’t you..?”

Adria closed her eyes as she spoke softly, “Yes, Gretchen, I do remember and I’m really very certain that

Cherry understands your every thought connected here.” She smiled gently at her.

Gretchen, relieved, “Whew, that’s a mercy. I was sure we’d be going through that ‘idiot which’ business that Drake did, remember?”

Adria, jumped right in, “Yes, I do remember.”

Gretchen paused a second, “Well, she just hung there baking in the sun as the rest of us went about our work. Around quitting time, the overseer had gathered us around to watch while he gave her a snakin’; she had her arms and legs drawn wide out to her sides tied to those posts. That was the standard punishment for escape attempts along with earning herself along with the rest of us a dint at the wheel, as bare as the day we were born. Well, she...” Adria interrupted her.

“I swear to the gods, Gretchen, if you say ‘well’ at the beginning of a sentence one more fucking time I’m going to scream, understand?”

Cherry moaned and added, “Be careful, you know what was said earlier...”

Adria came right back, “Yes I do, Cherry, and frankly I’d rather have my breasts beaten with a thick rod than to continue to listen to sweet slit’s chatter box mouth.”

There was a long pause, then Gretchen spoke in a softer tone, “As I was saying, nobody believed her about the strange little men; we would talk about it a lot as we slept together...”

Cherry asked with a low voice, “You slept with her?” Cherry shook her head a little, “Here I thought you were a virgin with the girls. Hum, so you like to rub nipples, clits and do some tongue stuff sugar pie? Hey Adria, you know, I’d like to do some nipple and clitty rubs with her after a hard day at the oars. Even with that little round tummy of hers all snugly and warm. Better than taking a hand shafting from Cobus or a couple a hours of getting knobbed with an oar’s end.”

Adria sniggled, “Yeah, what did I tell ya, she’s a cupcake all right, all innocent and just dripping with girl heat.”

Gretchen continued after shifting a little bit uneasy, “Yes, Cherry, we did the girl thing a lot, and you know what, her tits were hard as rocks. She told me that those men inserted some shinny rods directly into her nipples that were hollow or something, but they pumped some stuff into her that made them swell up marble hard and heavy as bricks. Then as she squirmed and wailed at the pain in her breasts, a cold hard tube was inserted into

her sex, it went in deep and something sharp stabbed her in her matrix. She said she screamed as something else began to be pumped into her. The little men looked at her and nodded, she said one of them spoke to her asking what her purpose served as a living being. She shook her head telling them she was only a field slave and her purpose was to work and fuck her master. The men removed her from the device that pumped her full of stuff and they led her over to a large glass column. Pointing to her to get inside, she did and they filled it with a warm liquid that made her sleep. When she woke up, she was led into a field where other strange looking females, nude and with heavy breasts and swollen tummies worked hard sweating under the heat of two suns. Most of them were larger than her, and some of them even had six or eight breasts. Two of them looked human enough, but had heads and tails that looked a lot like cats. There was one she said even had three eyes but a large warm mouth and all she wanted to do was suck on her sex. Another of the human girls befriended her and for that she was treated like an animal. First they fitted her with a tail, up her ass then she was whipped and forced to labor at a heavy field plow, like a horse. Lastly, she was sent over to a place where all the women, were very much human, except they had the sexual anatomy of both males and females and continually fucked themselves all the time.”

Both Cherry and Adria seemed to be asleep, but Gretchen continued her story as if the whole world was listening, “Anyway, I believed her story and one day with permission from the overseer, we went over to the beach. Laying on the sand together in the warm sun, she suddenly got awful cramps and began to swell up fast giving birth to a beautiful baby; that simply popped out of her and laid there in the sand. What was amazing, was how fast it grew. It was a girl and before our eyes, it stood up and grew to full womanhood in just a few seconds, then full maturity. I was in complete awe as the woman suddenly went into a full spread-eagle and was just as suddenly being whipped by an invisible whip, then released only to have her belly and breasts swell up hard and full. She then dropped to her knees and putting her arms behind her head bowed in submission, only to stand up again and this time with her arms outstretched she seemed to rise off the ground like she was hanging on a cross. Then she slowly lowered to the sand where she again spread eagled herself only this time the whip-lashing seemed to be more real, leaving large red welts across her back, breasts and sex. Dropping down to her knees she acted as if she was being sexually used. Finally after all this, she laid down on the sand and lifting her legs, she gave birth to another baby, this one strange looking creature, female, but with large opulent eyes that flashed as they blinked and a large sensuous mouth with red lips. Like the other baby, it grew quickly to maturity, with large pads on the middle finger of the hand, which I might add had only three fingers, she put those pads parts on my friend’s bulging nipples causing her to start to screaming. I hollered screaming for the creature to let her go. My friend wailed and begged for the creature to stop punishing her breasts. All I could do was watch as I saw my friends breasts seemingly go flat on her chest, almost taking her breath away, she fainted dead away. The creature never took her eyes off her. Finally lifting up the flabby skin that had stretched under the weight of her inflated breasts, the female creature looked at me and gave a very innocent grin, she then put her pads back on my friends breasts and just as quickly her breasts filled back up to normal. This time when she pulled her padded fingers off, I got a glimpse of a thin, shinny rod going back inside her fingers. Looking I saw two holes, one in each center of my friend’s nipples. The creature smiled again at me and looked at my friend as it licked the lips of its full mouth seductively. Using the pads on its fingers once more, I looked into its face as its pad folded itself over my clit. I saw it do the same to my friend, then with a blinding flash, my mind exploded with flashes, of light and places like I’ve never seen, cat girls dancing under the whip, pregnant women giving birth, and a roar of sights and sounds filled my very soul. I only recall waking up with my friend on top of me, her sex molded to mine and her nipples tip to tip with my own. The little seductive female creature was gone, and do you know what?”

There was a long pause, Cherry stirred first then Adria, it was Adria who spoke, “The silence woke me up, did she stop talking yet? Is it morning yet, what..?”

Cherry shuddered enough to make her moan, “No, I don’t think so, I heard someone asking me a question, was that you Adria?”

Adria shook her head as she whispered, “No.”

Gretchen smiled, “It was me again...” The others rolled their eyes, “You know, I’m pregnant and I really have to pee somethin’ bad, any suggestions?”

Adria, sarcastic again, “Oh, you do, well wait a minute while I go get master Hestus. For the love of the gods girl, we are hanging here as punishment, buck naked by our thumbs swaying with the ships roll, oh hell, just spread your legs and let it flow, you simple minded little shit. We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t have made a goofy poke at her nipple with a weaving needle. So what’s a little pee amongst friends anyway, right?”

Gretchen sounding defensive, “Well, you don’t have to be snotty about it, all I want to do is pee; after all, I told you a very deep secret about my friend and I and well, all you do is criticize me. All, you do is point out how I caused her to jump folding my master’s cock in half. Everything would have been fine, except you had to holler something that made Nita jump doing the same thing to master Hestus’ cock, and well...”

Cherry inserted a simple thought, “Here we are hanging by our thumbs and no sex. What was that you said earlier, Adria about having your nipples beaten with a rod, well, frankly I’d like that. I get so hot when my breasts are being whipped, especially after a grilling day in the sun. If we made some noise, maybe that big black Nubian stud would come in her and wallop my titties so hard that I could come just hanging here. Cupcake...”

Gretchen interrupted her, “Gretchen, my name is Gretchen if you please.”

Cherry cocked her head to one side a small amount, “Okay, Gretchen if you please, you tell a hot story. And I’m sure you and your master can get off nicely with it, but I want some real, hard on my tits, up my cunt, rim my bung, smack my ass kind of pain. I’m talking the real mean stuff big orgasms are made of, wedge squirming, bull whipping, crucifying pain. Piss on the deck, girl, until your pee hole wheezes, but just let get me tit whipped and fucked before I go to sleep. Do you think that’s asking too much, Adria?”

Adria, just as firm and wide-awake, “Nope, sounds fine to me!” All the two dark hared girls could hear was a wet spatter coming from a sprawl leg pregnant blonde, relieving herself on the deck. They looked as best their position would allow; Adria and Alonna looked at each other and replied at the same time, “Where does she keep it all?” Gretchen smiled sheepishly, relieved as the piss poured out of her.

Adria looked past Gretchen talking in a calm, firm voice to Alonna, “I promises you, Alonna, I really do here and now as Mars is my witness, I’m going to kick this little bitch in the ass before she leaves the ship, I mean it!”

Gretchen just looked up, relieved slightly, “What was that you said, I was too busy figuring out what I was going to say after I’d finished peeing. Is something wrong? Did I miss something?”

Alonna looked at her in astonishment, then over at Adria who said, “I mean it!” Alonna nodded she understood as her eyes grew wide.

Hestus sat with his legs crossed looking at Marcus, who also sat with his legs crossed. The two men just

stared about shifting this way and that, Lira and Nita sat on their knees in silence. It was Hestus who spoke first in a almost falsetto tone of voice, “You all right, ahem...” He cleared his voice, which improved it, “Are you all right now, Marcus?”

Marcus coughed a bit, gave off a deep clearing to his throat, “AH, ahem...” Then his first words came out with the same falsetto tone, “Yes, I am... Ahem, excuse me, ahem, boy that hurts a bit, yes I’m doing much better now, thank you, master Hestus.”

The two girls kneeling, did all they could to keep from laughing, as it would go awful on them if they did and they knew it, but everything just happened so fast. The look on Eboneebus’ face made it all; never in their lives; did either of them see a broken boner before, it was just awful.

Hestus had a keen sense of things and just knew if he didn’t do something about the girl’s reactions that he’d be quite embarrassed, so he sent them off on an extended errand. The two girls arrived in his cabin, quickly checked to see if anyone was near and fell onto the bed in full hysterics, “Oh, damn damn double damn, Nita did you see the lump on master Marcus’ cock? It was that thick!” Lira just about flew into hysterics again.

Nita still giggling, shook her head no, “Oh, Jupiter, no, but I think I saw the one Respa left on our master.

The naughty cunt, I was glad they took her back to the oars, she deserves to row all night sitting on a those large pegs. The bitch, specially when she started laughing at it, oh, that the gods she did, I think it saved us all.”

Lira laid with her back on the bed, making hand gestures as she spoke, “You know, it all happened so fast I could hardly think, in fact I’m still a bit sketchy about what actually started it, aren’t you?”

Nita laying beside her, used her hands as well, “Actually I did see part of it, it started out with something that simple Simon blonde twerp...”

Lira inserted quickly, “Excuse me, blonde twerp? Hey blonde twerp, look who’s calling the kettle black here, but unless something just drastically happened to our hair we are both blondes! I don’t consider myself a twerp!”

Nita looked at her, cocking her head to one side, “You’re a twerp, Lira and a blonde sex slut to boot!”

Lira took offense, “You worthless bitch, shove this up your cunt..!” Lira shoved the fuck finger in Nita’s face about an inch from her nose; she got really pissed off at that.

Up on deck, Hestus and Marcus reviewed the whole damn affair, “Marcus I must apologize for all this shit. If you’d been fucking Alonna in the cunt you wouldn’t be hurting now.”

“Oh, Hestus, sure but look at yourself, Respa did the same thing to you. Actually it was that little cunt of

mine, she’s a delight, but damit all, she such a simpleton.”

Hestus nodded, “I’ll send for Eboneebus and have him let the girls down, but Respa will row all night. Let’s go down to my cabin and start over, as long as you’re up to it?”

Marcus gave him ‘a go along it’ with frown, “Yeah, but I think we need to keep it in their cunts; their asses are just too tight and well, I’m still a little bit sore...” He patted himself gently, “And Hestus, tell Eboneebus to send Gretchen to my cabin, I think she’s been involved enough with things today.” Hestus smiled.

Hestus and Marcus were laughing arm on shoulder as the cabin door opened. The insides of it were a mess; Hestus’ eyes focused on the two blonde slave girls in full grips with each other. The men looked at each other then back at the girls, who’d frozen in position, knowing they’d been caught.

It was mid morning on the main deck, a wet ‘THUIP’ sound was heard followed by another similar wet sounding ‘THEWIP’. The second sound was heard almost over the top of a woman’s scream. The pattern of sounds continued, as a kneeling Gretchen counted aloud as she put a white stone into a basket, “Twelve.” Adria’s identical action, counting, and “Fourteen” quickly followed it.

Hestus leaned towards the rail of the steering deck, looking down on his two blonde slave girls standing nude, bound facing each other in as wide an ‘X’ as anatomy permitted about five feet apart. Alonna and Respa, also quite naked, were whipping the girls with single tail, braided whips, Alonna whipped Lira while Respa whipped Nita. The girls jerked and twisted about with each whiplash as best as their bondage would permit; they were quite immobile actually, allowing only their heads to toss about as they vocalized their hurt. Cobus and Eboneebus stood by with their arms folded across their chests, naked, supervising the slave’s whipping.

Hestus looked at Marcus who also watched from the rail, he casually flipped his hand towards the girls being whipped, “I hate to punish them like this, Marcus, but the truth of the matter is, I just have had it with some of their sorry ass shit. First a nearly broken cock to both of us then this fighting going on in my cabin, and the mess. Well, that’s it, by the gods, these two will go up in the rigging for the day, even when we pull into Flavious’ island.”

“Hestus, you pull into port with those two up there showing off their welts, I know you’ll make an impression on Flavious. If I’m not mistaken, he’ll want to buy them from you.” Marcus smiled trying to cheer him up as best he could.

Mumbling to himself, obviously displeased with the women, “Yeah, well he can have the lot of them on trade for some of his healthy field girls... Oh, shit what’s the use..!” He stepped away.

Marcus followed him a few steps as Hestus went over near the girl steering, it was the Nubian girl Moon, Marcus noticed that she was nude, “I thought you let the girls doing duty at the rudder wear a smock or tunic?”

Hestus looked at her then in a moment of frustration replied, “That’s another thing, Eboneebus came to me earlier wanting Moon here to do her duty bare ass. He said she needed to get some sun because she was looking pale. Honest to Gods, Marcus does this little bitch look pale to you? Common man, she’s a bloody Nubian for the sake of Mars!” His frustration was reaching a boiling point and both Moon and Marcus knew it.

Marcus tried to soothe his friend’s obvious thin nerves, “It’ll all turn out well, Hestus, trust me it will.” He patted his shoulder, and looking at Moon changed the subject a bit, “She’s pretty young to have such sagging tits, what happened to her?”

Moon swallowed hard, maintaining her focus on the course, Hestus looked at her and then at Marcus, he almost jumped again, but calmed down a bit, “She was bred to be a Luna girl, you know a ceremonial sex slave; although she’s got the biggest jugs on her for a Luna girl, usually the Nubians keep big tit girls as milk cows. Anyway, she has a taste for young girls, and one day she was caught with the chief’s daughter. He had her strung up first by her ankles and her cunt filled up with sun heated pebbles. With a belly full of them, the girl’s older sisters beat her senseless with discipline sticks. When they got tired of that, he had her hung up by her thumbs and her breasts flailed with river stones sewn up into bull’s pizzles. When I first saw her, she was working at a stone quarry near Foubos, where the overseer had her breasts rolled between a couple of round wringers I think that’s what he called them?” Scratching his jaw, “They were pretty sad looking, but frankly a remarkable improvement in their shape and lift has occurred as long as she pulls the oars.” Hestus felt better telling that story. Moon breathed a quiet sigh of relief, as the last time master Hestus was angry with her, Cobus hauled her up by her breasts and left her hanging for an hour; she didn’t like it at all.

The whipping going on the main deck could still be heard, as Marcus began to coax him towards the rail,

“You know Hestus, this scene is really very erotic, at least I think so, to watch a couple of naked slave girls getting whipped by another couple of naked slave girls. It makes my juices flow, so to speak...” Marcus smiled back at Hestus who slowly made a grin. His eyes rolling over to watch the scene below.

When the whipping was completed, Hestus ordered Lira and Nita spread in the rigging. Cobus and Eboneebus completed their work with skill. Cobus rubbed his cock on Nita’s bare pussy, leaning down to her he yanked some of her hair and in her face he spoke softly, “I’ll be back.”

Below decks, back in Hestus’ cabin, Marcus was fucking Alonna in her cunt. He twisted her nipples as he made her ride gently on his cock. He was ready to come in her as he leaned close to whisper in her ear, “I see you were pierced for rings at one time...”

Hestus interrupted him as Respa hip motion made his cock feel good, “Marcus, you know, Alonna’s nipples look ripe for some clips and weights, wouldn’t you say you?” Marcus nodded as he was really fucking her good now. Hestus indicated for Adria to get a pair of clover clips with a couple of Nubian girl stones, and to attach them to Alonna’s nipples. She obeyed her master and in no time at all, the clips with fist sized stones dangled on the ends of Alonna’s hard nipples. She shook her head a couple of times in a vain effort to control the pain, actually she did quite well with them, better that either of the men thought she would, Marcus whispered in her ear, “Hurt, don’t they girl?” Marcus lifted her breasts from underneath and rocked them enough to make the clips and weights bobble about, as she ground her hips massaging his cock.

Just as he let them go, she sucked in some air and lifted her arms up and back, reaching for his hair, she softly moaned, “Yes, sir. Most sharply, sir, they burn, oh, coo...”

“I could have them rawhided, you know... While you stand on deck taking a whipping like the one you were giving to Lira this morning.”

“Oh, oh... Sir, I oh... AAA...” Alonna was working towards a climax.

“Yes, my lovely Alonna, a hard single tail lashing with the end stinging your bare sunburned nipples, as you squirm and writhe under the whip!”

Alonna gasped, “AAA!” He could feel her quiver on his cock.

“Okay, Adria remove the clips.” Alonna took in a deep breath then let it out, “Oww... Oh...”

Marcus smiled, “Good, now Adria get the lace and get into position there; now when I nod to you, I want you to lace Alonna’s titties and don’t stop until I tell you to, understand?” Adria smiled her understanding and took up her position; when Marcus nodded she drew her arm back sideways and laced Alonna’s breasts with it. He felt her quiver on his cock as her large boobs swayed from side to side with the impact of the lace. She sucked in her breath and gasped almost mutely. Again, Adria slashed her with it; Alonna put her arms behind her head giving Adria better targets.

Hestus nearly ready to come in Respa’s sex, “Oil’em first, Marcus, it makes the lace cling a little, giving it more of a sting, she likes that, trust me.” Hestus advised; Marcus nodded for her to oil Alonna’s breasts. Alonna’s body loomed brazenly nude as she rode Marcus’ cock; her bullet tipped breasts bouncing and swaying as she ground her hips firmly into Marcus’ lap. Marcus ordered Adria to give Alonna another stroke, it was a lazy one; it made a sifting sound like she’d struck it against a full bladder of water. The round strands slithered across her twin treasures, clinging there because of the oil. Slowly Adria drew it back raking the lace’s rough strands wickedly across Alonna’s puffy nipples. Alonna shook her head and twisted her torso back and forth a few times. The combined action of her twisting and the action of the whip made her breasts jutter and sway obscenely, like something a whore might do to attract a customer, only more pronounced. She tossed her head back, letting a pitiful gasp, “AAA!”

Marcus gripped her wrists tightly, feeling her cunt tighten around his cock. Again he nodded to Adria, who applied another lazy stroke, which made its mark across her rock hard nipples; clinging briefly to her summits like glue. The sting made Alonna’s cunt tighten making her shudder and whimper as Marcus fucked her.

“Now, Adria whip her hard, drag the strands across her nipples, blister’em good!”

“Yes, sir.” With her own nipples rock hard and throbbing, she thought about the effect the lash must be having on Alonna’s sun scorched nipples, as she undulated on Marcus’ lap. It made her cunt-dripping wet just to think about it, let alone be a part of the action. To herself, she recalled how often she’d felt the sting of raw leather across her own sensitive nipples. For most of Hestus’ girls, a breast lashing was not uncommon, in fact, as the girls became more acquainted with Hestus’ rules they quickly learned that it was the preferred method of punishment. Adria knew Alonna found it exciting to be whipped on the breasts, especially following a day in the sun, and by now her nipples must be vibrating!

The lash stung again and again as it slithered across Alonna’s glistening breasts, making a thudding impact on her nipples with its punishing bite. Marcus brought Alonna’s wrists together behind her back and with his free hand he grabbed her hair, “Come you galley slut! Come, come! Come!”

“Yes, sir, oh, I’m coming, oh, my nipples, oh, you’re whipping my nipples so hard; whip them harder! Harder, Adria! HARDER, AAA! I want the whip on my breasts and your cock in my cunt, whip my big hard breasts, whip them harder! WHIP THEM..! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

While Adria whipped Alonna’s nipples as hard as she could, Marcus flooded Alonna’s cunt with his hot cream; he pumped it full to overflow onto the deck. He felt her slide down a little further, just enough for the tip of his cock to find a narrow little opening deep inside of her; he squirted one large spew that emptied into her very deeply. Marcus nodded for Adria to stop the whipping and rub her hard nipples against Alonna’s; she was eager to please master Marcus with this request. Leaning towards her, she made square contact against Alonna’s firm

nipples. Rubbing her swollen buds back and forth, Adria would flatten her breasts heavily against Alonna large tits, this caused her to moan deeply, as Adria fingered herself to climax.

Hestus looked at Respa, standing freshly fucked naked under the overhead beam of his cabin; her big breasts heaved as she struggled slightly against the strut arching against her back, her wrists attached to the end. With her legs spread indecently wide, she displayed a fuck-swollen clitoris, peeking red from between the hairless lips of her sunburned cleft. Several red lines crossed her breasts and the smooth curves of her come wet sex, fresh as compared to the ones placed there by her earlier punishment at the mast.

Hestus loved to deliver a sound strapping to his slave girls after he’d fucked’em. He would always make them stand spread legged, with their backs on a strut, so they could present their breasts to him. Respa looked quite sunburned from the day before, the rough side of the leather made her skin tingle as he drug the single banded strap across her already sore nipples. Adria was ordered to coat Respa with a layer of oil that made her glisten brazenly the glow of the evening lamp. Adria gave her master a couple of playful tugs on his cock, as he took up a new position to one side of Respa; with an easy side arm stroke he curled the leather strap across her both of her quivering bullet tipped breasts. It made a sound like that of water being struck, clinging for a few seconds as her breasts absorbed the lash; Hestus drew it back across her nipples, as if to make them pay for their

obscene exposure. Respa sucked in a gulp of air, tossing her head back, she gasped a pitiful wail, “AAA!”

Hestus drew his whip back and forth across both of her nipples, again she tossed her head back, choking back a whimper; her breasts juddered visibly. Taking another stance, he delivered Respa another square strike across both her nipples, making this one cling for a while. She bit her lower lip trying to keep her composure as long as she could, but Hestus was a cruel master dragging it off causing a wicked chafe on her nips, enough to make her stomp her foot. Shaking her head she whimpered and sobbed a little, giving Hestus a reason to gag her with a bit, and tie her hair back to the strut. He snapped his fingers for Adria to get his switch.

Hestus looked at his lovely slave girl, struggling with her back arched against the dark strut, her head back and a bit gag in her mouth. He fondled her breasts slapping them and kneading them like loves of un-baked dough. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her nipples hard enough to make her suck her breath in and exhale against the gag, with a gurgle. Fondling her breasts again, he felt them grow tense under his hand, she was ripe for the stripe. No disappointments at all; Respa closed her eyes only a second and in that time the thin switch sliced the air, impacting just above the aureole of her nipples. On sun sensitive skin, this pain is god awful to endure; bucking and bouncing against the strut, her breasts rolled about totally out of control, he heard her teeth chink on the bit as she vented her pain against the steel bit, “NAAA!”

He liked that one, so another was in order and it landed with lightning speed, making her buck and jerk, she tried to lift her foot again, but no avail, her eyes blinked as she stared up into the overhead, the bit muted out another wail of pain, “OOAAA!” On the chord of the squeal, she held very still, then gave a couple of quick jerks to her breasts and ass, as she snorted through her flaring nostrils.

“You know Marcus, I’ll wager this one will pop another climax under this switch?” Hestus had that familiar look on his face that Marcus knew everything was all right.

“Hestus, you’re on, but I would like to fuck her whither I win or lose, how about it?”

Hestus nodded and readied himself for another, holding up his finger indicating Marcus to watch closely. Flicking his arm back he landed the switch directly across her nipples. Even from his position, Marcus could see the switch indent Respa’s hard buds. It almost looked like slow motion as it fell catching them both directly on their red tips, the thin limb seemed to mold itself to the shapes of her breasts. Respa’s eyes grew wide then squinted tight as the pain exploded on the tips of her breasts. Adria closed her eyes knowing full well the stroke bit like the jaws of hell, she put the palms of her hands over her own nipples, as Alonna winced. Using as much motion as the binding in her hair permitted, Respa rocked her head from side to side, in mute protest of the awful stroke, she choked against the bit as she did; this one really hurt, as she let out a choked wail, “NAARRAAGGHHUUPP! HAUGHAAAP! AAA!” She struggled to get some control of herself, but not enough to keep her from peeing; this discussed Hestus who bitch slapped her tits a few more times which didn’t do them any good at all to soothe the pain. In even further anger, he pointed his finger at Adria and barked an order, “Get those clover clips and bring’em here, now! You, Alonna, don’t just stand there gawking with your fat tits bobbling about, get me the Zulu slut stones, and be quick about it or you’ll take her place. Marcus go ahead and fuck her now, I want her to suffer these,” He dangled the clips and the fist sized prickle rocks, “Right after a fresh fucking, so fuck her good and full...” He was in one of those moods again, Adria shivered.

It was early afternoon as Hestus’ galley approached the docks at Flavious’ Island; one of the first things that caught Marcus’ eye was the dockside whipping of a large breasted blonde. Gretchen said the girl looked like Velanna, one of Flavious’ Arena girls assigned to work on the docks, helping unload the cargo from arriving galleys. Her wrists had been corded and drawn up to an over-head ring mounted on a brace, ‘L’ style from a piling pole. Stripped bare ass naked, she tugged and struggled against her bondage, making her ample breasts swaying and bouncing as she yanked on the rope holding her wrists up drawn.

Gretchen noticed Asalm overseeing the slaves working at the docks, he was wearing a crotch pouch and sandals; he uncoiled his black whip as the ship bumped the dock at the bow. The women at the oars shifted them inboard, as the galley’s stern made a thump contacting the other end of the dock. Asalm looked up in the rigging to see a couple of spread eagled big tittied blondes, looking well fucked and voluptuously bare; soaking up the early afternoon sun while nakedly displayed for everyone on the docks, he smiled thinking to himself the two must be humiliated revealed like that.

Asalm brought the whip snaking around Velanna’s nudity, Marcus could just hear the sound of the leather slapping on the girl’s glistening skin. He saw her toss her head back and let out a scream, “AAH!” One stroked followed another as he whipped the girl without concern for her vanity or stature in the Arena. Now, she was nothing more that a naughty slave girl who needed punishment and that was that; a punishment she would receive by being whipped, naked in the sun.

“I should have you strung up like that my dear, after that ‘big tits business’ you pulled off this trip.”

Gretchen interrupted him, “Master, do I deserve such a lashing? Look at the way he’s snaking it around her breasts, it’s terribly hot out here and she’s looking quite sunburned, sir...”

“Oh, now we’re concerned about the Sun are we, little one? What about those two up there?” He points to Nita and Lira openly sweltering in the hot sun, “Besides, you’re looking a bit sun pink yourself, maybe you’d like to take her place?”

Gretchen poo- pooed his idea, “Oh, master, I’m pregnant; if he missed and coiled that whip around my belly, I might loose our child...”

Marcus smiled to himself as he said, “Hum, methinks, you’re manipulating your master, eh?”

“Oh, sir, no I would gladly take her place were it not for my condition... Did I not go into the rigging and have my nipples drubbed by that Nubian; I did it just for you?” Marcus rubbed his jaw; his eyes still fixed on the blonde beauty being lashed on the dock. Gretchen asked concerned, “Master, do I displease you?”

He still kept his gaze on the girl being snaked by Asalm, then slowly he looked at his Gretchen, “Ever been with her, you know, girl girl stuff?” Gretchen lowered her eyes, “Once, master, we were field girls then. It was on a hot afternoon, like this one, during the mid afternoon break, at the harvest wheel. She and I... Well, we, went over to some bushes, took off our work tunics and girled each other; you know rubbed our pussies together, so hard that I actually felt her clit rubbing on mine; though her breasts are not as big as some girls, she’s got really nice nipples. Well, as you can see for yourself, Master, she’s quite well built... Anyway, Asalm discovered us, and I don’t have to tell you that Master Flavious has rules about open sex in the fields. We were good workers and allowed to wear clothing, not like the punished bitches from the arena.”

“Okay, Gretchen, I don’t need a story to imagine what happened to you two. Asalm caught you, and punished you both right?”

“Yes, Master, and well he...”

“Whipped the pair of you and then made you girl each other for several hours, right?”

“Kind of, sort of sir, he... Well, he...”

“He what, Gretchen, he did what..?”

“Well, sir, he made us gam each other while under the paddle by a couple of bare water girls; I was spread eagle, upright and Velanna was spread eagle inverted; we were forced against one another, so that her tongue was in my pussy and mine was in hers. We did that for more than three hours, but I thought he was going to make us girl fuck, you know kind of like...” Gretchen took the fingers of each hand and made scissors signs crossing them together, touching at the apex of the ‘V’, Marcus nodded he understood the position, “... that! Well, every time Paula would paddle my ass, it would make me lunge against Velanna’s tongue, and when Ophelia would paddle Velanna’s ass, it would make her lunge against my tongue. It was very humiliating to be made to do that while being paddled like a couple of brats, master, but I came, lots of times actually...”

“I’ll just bet you did. That Asalm has imagination, indeed...” The whip coiled itself around Velanna making her jerk and twist, as her vocals echoed about the busy dock, as Marcus lifted his arm up indicating for her to follow him, she nodded, understanding his wish.

She was following her master about four paces behind, when all of a sudden she felt a firm kick in the ass. Hard enough to make her jump and yelp a second. Looking around she muttered, “What the fuck..?” she saw the two girls near her still working with their heads down. Noticing she’d fallen behind her master by about ten paces, she started to scurry to catch up when she caught a facial glimpse of one of the working girls; a frown formed on her lovely face as she started to say something, when her master called, “Common Gretchen, say good-bye to your friends later!” Marcus stood with his hands on his hips, motioning for her to come along.

She turned towards her master and quickened her pace to catch up, then as she got to a point closer to him, looking back an pointing to the two women still bent over working, she asked, “Did you see what that one...” He interrupted her, “I said, let’s go, you can say your farewells later.” He turned motioning her forward. She looked at him and back at the two women, who stopped for a moment standing up; bare ass and with her hands on her hips, Adria leaned towards Gretchen slightly and stuck her tongue out snotty nose like. Gretchen’s eyes grew wide as she was taken aback slightly. The other woman, Alonna, just as naked as the day she was born, stood up putting her left hand under her tit and with her right hand formed a fuck finger; licking her lips she put it in her mouth working it in and out then pointing it back at Gretchen. Slowly, she brought it down sticking it in her cunt closing her eyes and working her hips like she was fucking it; then, just as slowly, she brought it up and mouthed the words, ‘I want to fuck you, cream-puff’ as she put both hands now under her breasts and shook them back and forth in a very obscene way.

Gretchen, again wide eyed with an ‘Ohomm, I’m gonna tell’ look on her face, saw that her master had just picked up a little more distance on her, she scurried after him, shouting, “Master, oh master, please wait, you should have seen what t I just saw..!” He held up his hand in a shake and never looked back, “That fine, my girl, just come along, it can wait; it can wait..!”