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Pain Sluts
As the door swung open, Marcus could hear the faint sounds of a woman being
lashed out on Flavious’
large balcony, Melon opened the door for him, she had a pained look on her face.
Her nipples had been clipped with a pair of large clips, dangling from small
hoops on these clips were some heavy looking stones decorated with Nubian tribal
symbols.
“Melon! I’m surprised to see you, and say, aren’t those tribal Asanna stones
dangling from your nipples?” Marcus asked her.
“Yes, sir, they’re girl stones, sir...”
“You’re a bit old to be wearing girl stones, aren’t you?”
“Master ordered them, along with these clips; and oh, they’s hurt something
awful, sir.”
“Really, you don’t act like they hurt? Although your face looks a bit pained...”
“These are Egyptian fire clips, sir.” Melon added as Marcus looked more closely,
his fingers caressed the exposed flesh around her dark nipples. Gretchen winced
as she remembered Flavious’ fancy for punishing a girl’s nipples; glancing
toward the open arch leading out onto the balcony, she heard the whimpering
moans of a familiar voice, it was Lydia. Judging from the sounds, it was obvious
she was being whipped.
Marcus rocked his head towards the balcony, “Is that Lydia I hear, being
whipped?” Melon swallowed and nodded as she held back her words; her nipples
were screaming for merciful attention, “What on earth could have gotten Lydia
into enough trouble that Flavious would have her whipped like that?” Marcus
wondered to himself, he shrugged, “Hum... Let me take a closer look at those
bobbles you have on.” With those words, Marcus began to fondle the stones and as
he pulled them this way and that, Melon whimpered, “Oooh... Aaah... Oooh...
Sssss... Aaa. Ah... Hew... Oh...” It was all Melon could do to keep her hands to
herself. She caught herself more than once trying to grab Marcus’ hands,
stopping herself least at incurring the wrath of her Master.
Melon’s breasts did become her name, they were very exciting looking and
accented her very well developed body, “Ever had these whipped, Melon?”
“Yes, sir, several times sir...” Melon feared where he was going with this
conversation.
“Good, good... It does em good to get a sound whipping now and then; especially
on the nipples, right
Gretchen?”
“Oh, yes, master! Most surely, my master.” The little bimbo blinked her eyes
twice and put her finger on her two front teeth as she rocked her body from side
to side, her right finger went to her left nipple and lightly brushed it in full
view of Melon.
Marcus motioned to Melon as he spoke, “Well, dear Melon, I’d suggest you fetch
your Master, and tell him I’m here...”
“Yes, Sir... I... Well, my... Yes, Sir!” Melon scurried out onto the balcony the
whipping never dropped in cadence, but Marcus heard about twelve more and then
it stopped; Flavious entered with Melon behind him.
“Marcus! I didn’t know you were here... Was Melon twiddling herself again?”
Flavious looked back at Melon with a stern look, taking her hand and put it to
his nose as his friend spoke.
“No, my friend, I chatted with her a bit, no harm I’m sure... I just commented
on her unusual clips and stones...” Unseen by Marcus who just finished his
words, Mona appeared in the archway leading to the balcony. Flavious motioned to
Mona, rolling his eyes toward Melon and then toward the balcony. Mona
understanding, quietly came in and took Melon by the arm, leading her outside.
Flavious acknowledged his friend in an almost apologetic tone, “Oh, yes, they
are interesting, in fact I’d put them on her only a little while ago. I’d caught
her tweaking her nipples while Mona was whipping Julia, those clips are
Egyptian, you know, fire clips I think they call them. When women are sentenced
to hard labor at the stone quarries, the overseers sometimes put them on as a
punishment, usually following a whipping. At any rate, the girl is required to
wear them naked, like this little tramp is... Oh, there’s one that fits the clit
as well, and I think I have it over in the cabinet...” He started to get it.
Marcus shook his head interrupting him, “No, not necessary my friend; but isn’t
the Emperor’s barge due in today?”
Flavious shook his head, “In two more days; he wanted to arrive that much ahead
of my next show, at least that’s what his last dispatch said. I reviewed it
yesterday, as it arrived on Hestus’ ship; I sense you seem a bit worried..?”
“Oh, no, fine, really, I just never know for sure, anymore, exactly what the
Emperor plans... You know what I mean...” He looked at his friend; the room
became awfully quiet. The silence was broken by the familiar sound of a whiplash
followed by a high pitched, broken squeal, “A-AAC-AAIEE! AAA!” It’s Melon who is
now under the lash.
Flavious smiled as he looked his friend in the eye, trying to calm his mind,
“Melon spent the night with Asalm, and I think he fucked her nearly all night,
as her twat was quite dripping. I’m having her whipped for not properly cleaning
herself, disgusting little slut.”
“Do you think she’ll get pregnant?”
Flavious shrugged his shoulders, sensing that his friend was more at ease,
“Maybe, oh it’ll do her good, the little bitch has earned herself some time in
the fields, naked. If nothing else, I’d send her there for not asking me
permission to let Asalm fuck her; I wanted to see if she would remember, frankly
she’s been awfully forgetful lately.”
“Hum, well since we do have what appears to be some time to kill before the
Emperor arrives, can I watch the activities on the balcony?” Marcus asked
seeming a bit more at ease.
Flavious smiled and motioned towards the balcony, “You most certainly may, and
Gretchen can watch too.” Flavious added with a hint of some kind of plan. They
all walked onto the balcony, a well whipped Lydia was being positioned on a
cross, laying with it against her back, while her arms were being bound
outstretched to the crosspiece and her ankles tied to the sides of the upright.
At the level of her crotch, a narrow wedge shaped piece was being hammered into
place to support her weight. This was not one of the high crosses, but on of the
shorter ‘Tao crosses, designed to deliver a higher sense of sexual arousal.
Velanna, already raised on a similar cross, had her side toward Marcus; her
breasts swayed in the morning air as she greeted a newly rising sun with hard
nipples defining her naked exposure. Julia’s body jerked slightly, as the base
of her cross slid into the carved notch in the stones of the balcony; it made a
heavy thud causing her breasts to bounce and quiver as it was steadied in place
visible were the welts that crosshatched a patter on her nudity. She wiggled her
toes as if to try to find something to rest them on, for now there was only air
under her bound feet. Other than the securing of Julia’s cross, the only sound
heard was Mona delivering Melon’s whipping; standing nude between two posts,
spread-eagle, she lashed her with a thin braided whip causing her to jerk and
whimper. Those Nubian girl stones and clips which earlier had dangled so
provocatively on her nipples, had been removed. By now, both Mona and Melon were
dripping with sweat, in the growing heat of the new day.
Gretchen watched the thin lash slither itself across Melon’s supple nudity; what
struck her odd from the angle she stood, it actually looked like Melon was
jerking at her bondage unnecessarily. It was as if the whip was so small, it
couldn’t have hurt much; in reality, Melon felt like she was being peeled.
One of the strokes Mona laid on Melon, had curled itself around her right side
over the curve of her breast obviously striking the nipple causing her to jerk
hard at her bondage as she gave sheer vocalizations of her pain, “AAA! OH, N-NOT
MY NIPPLE, GODS NOT MY NIPPLE, SISTER PLEASEEE!” Her head turning in a strain to
look back over her shoulder at the other Nubian whipping her.
Marcus studied the scene, Mona looked entirely too sumptuous, he thought to
himself; her supple nudity begged for a lashing. The way she positioned her
body, how she held the slender braid and applied the whipping to Melon, gave him
a whole new meaning of eroticism. He continued to watch Mona bring her arm
around in such a way as to make her bare breasts slowly undulate and sway.
Melon’s reactions to her strokes made Marcus’ cock twitch hard; it was Marcus
who broke the silence, “Is she goin’ on the cross?” He nodded toward Melon as
Mona’s lash drew another reaction from her.
Flavious looked at him and the scene as if interrupted, “Oh, why yes, yes she
is...” He began to think and reply with reason, “She’ll look good up there with
two blondes and my brown hared Julia; a delightfully supple
young Nubian fresh from the whip to the cross.”
“Flavious, I must admit it that Velanna, Lydia, Julia and soon, Melon, will look
awfully tempting wiggling on those crosses, all sweating and straining, naked in
the sun. It must be something about the way you bind them, just look a Lydia,
her breasts sag only a little, but they look so full and ripe. The welts from
the whip forming curved lines overlapping each other, following the contours of
her bosoms, and look at the way Velanna holds her palms upward; like she’s in
some kind of religious supplication. Julia, oh my Julia is just a delight, my
dear sir, simply luscious the way her arms fold around the crosspiece, forcing
her to arch her back sticking her quite noticeably whipped breasts outward...”
Marcus was just in awe at the marvelous creativity of his friend, “Believe me,
the thought of those girls spending the day, crucified like that, arouses my
sexual interest... So to speak...”
Flavious grew a big smile on his face, “So to speak, Marcus?”
He nods, “So to speak...” He couldn’t take his eyes off the women on the
crosses, “Well, so to speak, seeing these three and soon to be four,” Flavious
points towards Melon still being braid whipped between the two posts, “...out
here on the balcony... Getting whipped and soaking up the sun, on these... I’ll
tell you straight away, my friend, it makes my cock hard.” With in a few moments
of those words, Mona finished the last stroke of her braid across Melon’s firm
breasts, they bounced in response. The braid, moist with Melon’s sweat, clung to
her nipples as if to suck on them one last time. Shaking her head, she gasped a
throaty wail, “AAA!” Melon and Mona fairly dripped with sweat as the twin posts
were now fully exposed to the rays of the mid morning sun; Mona wiped the sweat
from her forehead while Melon quivered and shuddered in her wide spread
condition. Flavious nodded to Mona to give her another stroke; she did coiling
the braid loosely over Melon’s breasts making them jiggle obscenely in their
exposure.
Gretchen heard someone knock at Flavious’ door, she dutifully called it to his
attention, “Master Flavious, someone is at your door.”
Flavious nodded and with a wave of his hand, “See to it, Gretchen my girl...”
Gretchen bowed and went to the door, absentmindedly naked, opening it, she
greeted Carlos and two guards escorting another nude slave girl.
Carlos looked about and talked to her without eye contact, “Gretchen, I must to
speak to Master Flavious as soon as possible.” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.” Gretchen recognized the girl as someone she’d spent time in the
fields with, her name is Tresta. While Gretchen scurried to get Master Flavious,
Carlos and the two guards waited at the door with
the girl. They knew enough respect to not fully enter until told to do so.
“Carlos, you may enter, and bring her with you...” He motioned to the guards it
was okay to bring her in, “Guards...” Flavious went to his Divan, seated himself
as the guards force the girl to her knees on the marble floor before him. Carlos
remained, standing by with his arms folded across his massive chest; Flavious
nodded for the two guards to wait outside the door. He looked at the girl, her
dirty condition made it obvious that she’d been through some what of an ordeal,
not taking his eyes off her he addressed Carlos, “Well, what is all this about?”
Carlos was ready for his master’s question, “Master, this girl, Tresta, is one
of your field girls, she was due to go to the Arena next month for training; it
seems that she made an escape attempt by trying to stowaway on Hestus’ galley
just before its departure. She was a day too early,” He gave her a soft footed
boot to her side, as he continued his report, “Besides being missed by the field
overseer, she was discovered by one of Hestus’ men, who tried to fuck her first,
but she got away from him left the galley and ran on the beach. This of course,
being an island, she didn’t get very far. After I recaptured her, I put the
discipline yoke on her and brought her to you.”
“Hum a runaway, ‘eh; you know Carlos, we haven’t had a runaway in years. I think
the first one
was Monica, remember her that dusky half-Arab half-Greek girl...”
Carlos frowned and nodded as he spoke, “Yes master, and if I recall she was most
sorry for it...”
Flavious brushed the details aside as he continued, “Yes she was... Just look at
her will you, she’s filthy, so deliciously low, so devilishly dirty, I wonder if
her mind is as dirty as her condition..?” Flavious rubbed his chin as his mind
worked.
Marcus appraised the disheveled girl resting with her butt on her calves and her
eyes lowered; beneath the grime, her skin appeared to be a golden coffee color.
Tresta was born on Cypress, like many women from there she possessed large full
breasts with erect earthen colored nipples protruding finger-like from the ends.
Placed across her shoulders was a heavy punishment yoke, which made her move
awkwardly; it was difficult for her to keep it steady. One large slot fitted
around her neck and two smaller slots on the end held her wrists out to her
sides; it forced her to thrust her breasts in a most provocative pout-like
exposure.
“Well, Marcus, she is a runaway...” Flavious brought his gaze slowly up to his
friend waiting for some more input on the situation.
Marcus quickly inserted, “Yes, but it must’ve been impulsive...”
Flavious was quite surprised at this defense of her, “Oh? How so?”
Marcus came back with good logic, “It was not very well planned for an escape,
trying to stowaway on Hestus’ galley, that’s kind of risky if you ask me, as you
know Hestus, he’d have returned her likely as not...”
Flavious quickly inserted, “But not until after he’d had his fun with her, to be
sure!”
Marcus raised his hand in an ‘there you have it’ gesture, “Oomph, to be for
sure...”
Flavious spoke slower now, “Well, my old friend, what do you recommend we do
with her?”
“If she were mine, and she isn’t, I’d give her a sound lesson on the bar, then
I’d make a special event of
her in the Arena, that is if she were mine...” Marcus was always at a loss for
creative thinking when it came to punishing slave girls.
Flavious gave a large nod, more to patronize Marcus than anything else, “Ah-ha,
yes, well maybe so...” His thoughts became more focused, “Running away, however,
deserves punishment, wouldn’t you say?” Marcus nodded and started to say
something, but was cut off again by Flavious, “But, looking at this one, I’d say
she’s obviously attractive, so why don’t we start her punishment on my balcony,
maybe on a cross beside Lydia or Melon..?” The two men looked at each other,
then at the girl kneeling on the floor, Marcus replied softly, “Oh, yes,
definitely.”
Flavious snapped his fingers, “Carlos, take this little slut and have her
bathed, and scrubbed thoroughly with river sand. Then bring her back to me, and
be quick... Oh, and when you bring her back, I think she’s had enough of the
yoke, put her with her back against a strut and keep her bare naked.”
“It will be done, Master.” Carlos left with Tresta staggering and stumbling in
tow behind him, aside from the spectacle of those two leaving, the sound of
Melon’s cross being fitted into a slot on the balcony was all that could be
heard. At it thumped into place, Melon made a muted gasp, “OH!”
Flavious and Marcus walked along in idle chatter, returning to the balcony.
Velanna, Lydia, Julia and Melon, all hung with silence facing the increasing
heat of the mid-morning sun. Each of the girls had been placed with her arms
stretched or wrapped about the upper crosspiece; bound at their wrists,
forearms, elbows, shoulders, waists, and ankles with their weight resting on a
wooden wedge which had been placed there to remind them of their obligations as
slave girls.
Melon shifted her weight slightly, making her breasts sway, as the clips and
weights, reattached again had caused them to sway even more. Gretchen looked at
her nipples and could tell by Melon’s silent tears that they must hurt as they
looked quite red and puffy; partially from the earlier whipping, but aggravated
even more by those awful clips.
Lydia closed her eyes slowly, her tummy gave a quick spasmodic tucker, causing
her to rock gently forward on the wedge. This action forced the wedge against
her already swollen clit; opening her mouth she tried to gasp, but nothing came
out; the disposition of her arms made breathing difficult.
Julia just rolled her head to one side, Marcus noticed that her toes wiggled a
bit as she tried to adjust herself with her legs, which was a useless movement.
The folds of her sex split neatly on each side of wedge forming a defined patch
of moisture to ooze from each side of her lips, she was quite wet.
Velanna in a display of total courage and strength, tried to lift herself up and
off the wedge. It was in vane, but she’d managed to hold herself up by her arms
for a few seconds; the angle of her legs and the position of her waist rope gave
a clear view of her bare cleft and exposed clit. She then settled back down onto
the wedge gasping, as she’d caught her clit fully on the sharp crest, “AAA!”
That outcry startled the other three girls making them stir, causing more
outcries of anguish and humiliation.
Flavious held out his hand for Mona to give him the single thong braided whip.
holding it in a single coil, he went over to where Velanna hung rolling her head
over to her right shoulder. Flavious uncoiled its length, and with a side arm
stroke he whipped it across her breasts, not once, but ten times. Velanna
jerking, but remained silent through out the whipping; her cunt taking the brunt
of her struggles while her breasts and nipples displayed vivid red welts over
welts. When he’d finished the last stroke, he drug it off by pulling it across
her catching the nipples, she gasped a deep-throated moan, “AAAH!” Finishing
this lashing, Flavious yanked her head back by her hair, “Slut! Keep your cries
and moans to yourself; as you have learned, it’ll only earn you more pain.” He
was interrupted by a loud knock on the door, loud enough for Flavious heard out
on the balcony.
“Gretchen! Go to the door!” Flavious ordered with control.
It was Carlos with a naked Tresta stumbling behind him walking awkwardly sprawl
legged, yet she wasn’t wearing a spreader bar. Gretchen thought this quite
curious, her beasts bouncing profoundly with her back arched on a strut as
ordered, Carlos bowed his head, “Master, she is ready as you ordered...”
“Good work Carlos, umm, she looks quite clean and...” He smells her fresh scent,
“She even smells good, and hey, you really scrubbed her good, didn’t you?”
Flavious felt her pussy and noted how red and sore it looked, touching it, she
whimpered, “Ooh... Ahhhoooaaa...” Wiggling as she moaned with her legs still
slightly spread.
Gretchen whispered to herself, “No wonder she walks sprawl legged, with a sore
pussy like that.”
“What did you say, Gretchen?” Marcus leaned toward his slave girl.
“Nothing, Master...” Gretchen acted nervous and fidgeted with her fingers.
Marcus eyed his girl, “I think maybe you and Mona should give us a show this
afternoon out there on the balcony. Girl stuff, you know, to remind us of your
devotion to us, perhaps a little black girl vs. sunburned blonde girl, titties
stuff or some girl, girl nude wrestling slave girl play, you understand what I’m
talking about...” Marcus was not happy with Gretchen, and all she could do was
look dumb and ask, “Master..?”
Marcus exploded a little bit, “Damn-it girl, you know my rule about comments
that I can’t hear!”
“Yes, Master... Sorry Master... Please...” Gretchen squirmed uneasily...
Marcus asked knowing full well the answer, “Flavious, do you have a switch I can
borrow?”
Flavious was obviously interested in this ‘well scrubbed’ girl, he turned to
look at his friend, “Switch? Oh, yes, in the cabinet over there, look to the
right...” Marcus nodded and marched over, all the while Gretchen began a silly
chatter about her pregnancy and condition and all.
Marcus paid no attention to her, looking at Flavious, “This one’s perfect, can I
borrow Mona for a few moments?”
Flavious motioned with his hand in a ‘yeah, fine’ action, “Certainly, but what’s
the matter?”
“Oh, just a little problem I need to attend to; it seems that my slave girl is
mumbling to herself.”
“Really? About what?”
“I asked her and she said, ‘Nothing.”
Flavious used a suspicious tone of voice, “Nothing, eh? There’s one thing I’ve
learned, when they say, ‘nothing’ that means they’re hiding something...”
Marcus nods, as Gretchen begins to sweat. Flavious calling to the balcony,
“Mona! Mona!” She appeared in the door, glistening and drenched in sweat,
“Assist Marcus with his slave girl.” Flavious ordered his prize Nubian female.
She fixed her glaze on Gretchen and licked her lips, that switch was just made
for this girl’s ripe nipples.
In a short while, Flavious and all were out on the balcony fixing Tresta to
stand spread-eagle between the two posts while tied with her back to Tresta,
Gretchen pulled and tested her bondage; her pregnant belly giving her a worldly
appearance. Tresta faced the hot sun, but Gretchen felt it on her shoulders;
Mona took up position with the switch poised and ready, Marcus was first to
speak, “My darling, I guarantee Mona will not strike your lovely tummy, but she
will, of course, strike your nipples, and only your nipples...” He looked at
Mona, “Understand?” Mona nodded and bowed her head one time that she understood
fully.
“Oh master...” Gretchen whimpered, as he motioned to Mona to begin, with a smile
she looked at Gretchen and spoke with clarity, “Blonde, the only thing saving
you from a good hiding is your swollen belly. You know that I can ply this
switch and not a breath of harm will come to your fruit. When I’ve finished with
this, you’ll feel the clover clips on those puffy buds of yours, I will now ask
the question as I am the one plying the switch, what did you mumble that was
‘nothing’?”
Gretchen began to sweat, she simpered, “No! Please, Master! Mona! Not that awful
switch. It’ll eat my nipples raw... Please... No..!”
Mona looked up at master Flavious, who just looked back and rolled his eyes
toward Marcus, who nodded for her to do what she must do. Mona gave a side cock
to her head with a ‘this is gonna hurt’ look on her face, took aim by placing
the wand against the centers of Gretchen’s nipples, checked the girl’s breathing
pattern, and without any more words, struck Gretchen side arm with the switch
just as she took in a breath; it sounded wet like she’d hit a full bladder of
wine, striking her cooper tinted nipples dead center indenting them both. It
seemed to stay there a few moments, hurting the blonde to her very soul.
Gretchen shook her head a few times and coughed twice more, sucked in her breath
as she wrinkling up her nose and mouth, clenching her teeth she began to cry a
few seconds of shoulder bouncing jags to emphasize her pain made Tresta quiver,
just slightly rubbing her bare ass against Gretchen’s; the two girls were about
the same height. After she caught her breath a little bit, Gretchen opened her
mouth and let out a pitiful wail, “AAAIIIEEEHHH!” Mona took aim again, this time
the nipples felt hard against the switch as she struck the centers of Gretchen’s
nipples once more feeling their hardness travel back up the grip of the switch.
In a surprisingly normal voice for having been struck where she’d just been
struck, “Oh my God.
No. No. Oh, no. Please, Mona, no more...” Gretchen whispered in a almost out of
breath tone, which in
reality wasn’t far from the truth as this last one took her breath away.
Gretchen just quivered in a jerking kind of shudder. Mona was patient, she
waited until the girl had gained some composure, then resting the wand against
her panting breasts, Mona rubbed it up and down on Gretchen’s ridged nipples,
testing their makeup so to speak. When the time became ripe, Mona delivered
another stroke to the centers of her nipples.
Marcus was in a wonder, “That’s three perfect hits, Flavious!”
Flavious nodded, looking at his Mona, he knew it was about time he fucked her
silly. Tonight, maybe after he let her have a go at Velanna’s nipples with the
switch; but Velanna would have to tell a lie for it to have any effect on her.
Maybe he could make Velanna tell a lie? Gretchen was still convulsing when
Flavious snapped out of his daydream, her nipples looked very red, nodding for
Mona to ask her again. Mona took a fist full of Gretchen’s blonde hair, “Talk!
Tell me and the good Masters here, what you really said when you were asked
about ‘nothing!”
Gretchen shivered, “I... I... I don’t remember...”
“Maybe this will jog your memory a bit!” Mona delivered her another slice, this
one impacted the nipples hard enough to send them back inside the golden brown
cones of Gretchen’s breasts. Mona loved to ply any whip or switch to a blonde
slut, pregnant or not. She hated arrogant blondes, but really had no particular
hatred for Gretchen, she did like to switch Gretchen’s finger like firm nipples.
The next stroke made an unusual hollow sounding wet ‘THIUCK’; it was unusual
enough to make Mona look at the switch. Gretchen’s nipples were rock hard and
the switch echoed that fact, but this sound was like one she’d heard before down
by the beach when she listened to a couple of children beat on a beach ball with
their sticks. She shrugged off the unusual sound, and again as before, Mona let
the switch sink into Gretchen’s nipples. She felt Gretchen begin to shudder as
she tried to bounce the switch off of her sore nipples, “AAA! NO! PLEASE STOP!
PLEASE STOP!” Again that wet hollow sounding ‘THUCK’ sound came around as the
switch etched itself into Gretchen’s tender girl flesh, “AAA!” This beating of
her breasts went on until, weeping, Gretchen confessed her ‘truth’; setting on a
marble bench, shaking his head, Marcus told his slave girl not to ever lie to
him again, she promised, faithfully.
It took a few minutes for the streaks to appear, and when they did they radiated
about three inches on either side of her firm nipples, across their centers were
painted vivid red stripes; the nipples themselves were a puffy, swollen ridge
popping up rock hard. Upon closer examination none of her skin was broken, she
just felt like her nipples had been peeled off, that’s all. Marcus soothed her,
she could hear the switch falling over Tresta’s nipples, as her story to
Flavious was also a lie. The switch had a unique way of finding out about lies.
Gretchen winced as Marcus applied some soothing salve to her nipples. She could
feel the contact of Tresta’s firm ass against hers as Mona switched Tresta’s
nipples. It was a rhythmic ‘SWICK’, followed by Tresta’s throaty gasp, “AAA!”
‘SWICK.’
“AAA!”
‘SWICK.’
“AAA!”
‘SWICK.’
“AAA!”
‘SWICK.’
“AAA!” Tresta took more than forty such strokes on her nipples, by the time Mona
had finished, the both of them were dripping with sweat. Tresta’s tits had time
to get plenty of sun, and the switching hurt like blazes. Tresta’s head fell
forward and her shoulders bounced up and down, she felt like her nipples had
been literally whipped off of her breasts. Sobbing, she rested her head on her
shoulder; Gretchen leaned back so that Tresta could hear her, “Just like in the
fields, ‘eh? I remember the last time we’d been put up together like this and
whipped, by the gods my tits stung, almost as much as they do now. Remember we
were back to back, then tied face to face...”
Tresta whispered softly, “Umm yeah... Oh... AAA! That thing she used was awful
on my nipples, it felt like they were being bitten off more than just switched,
you can’t see them, but across my nipples are vivid red stripes. AAA... Oh,
Ooh...”
“Yes. I have them too... Shhh, here comes Mona.” Gretchen piped.
Mona put her hands on her hips and replied with a wiggle, “Well a couple of
chatty sluts, maybe another dose of the switch for the both of you?”
“N-No, please Mona, no more!” Gretchen begged.
“Mona, I’m not a blonde and Gretchen is, but neither of us have a bone to pick
with you. Please spare us any further torture, I can assure you this sun is
having its way with me...”
Mona spat, “Bah!” She mimicked Tresta, “Oh, the sun is having its way with me,
oh my poor, poor nipples! You white women are always complaining about the sun,
listen girls where I came from, none of the women ever wore clothing, in our
tribe, we spent our entire lives in total nudity and in Africa, I guarantee you
the sun is five times hotter there than here. I remember when I was a little
girl, a white woman came to our tribe. She’d been captured by Arabs, and had
escaped from them. I remembered looking at her back to see it crossed up with
healed whip marks. She came to us naked, and I found her quite beautiful, in
fact I was in awe by her beauty. It was a time when I was just developing my
womanhood; I was so enamored by her that I’d sneak into her hut at night, and
she’d show me how to make girl love; I just adored her. Every night was a bliss
and I would come so nicely in her arms. Time passed and my breasts grew, soon I
was being looked upon by the young men. I liked
them, but I wanted the white woman, but I didn’t understand why. Where I made my
mistake was I told one of my friends about what I did with the white woman.
Unfortunately she told the chief’s daughter, and I was called before the
council, where I told them everything. They didn’t punish the white woman, at
least I didn’t see them punish her, but they did punish me. I was given a
slave’s whipping, which in my tribe is modeled after the public whippings given
to Egyptian quarry slaves. By being public I mean it was very public, yes
Tresta, I was whipped while standing naked in the sun. It was an awful whipping,
that I got on my back, breasts, butt, thighs, and my, my...”
“Cunt.” Tresta commented.
Mona lowered her eyes, “Yes. My cunt.”
Gretchen looked at Mona, “Why is that so difficult for you to say?”
“It’s not the word, it was how my cunt was whipped.” Mona went on.
“How were you whipped on your cunt, Mona?” Tresta asked.
“I was spread eagle upside down while Sunni, the chief’s daughter, did the
whipping. She did it hard. Squarely between my legs, then I was subjected to
what we call in our tribe, ‘a bad girl’s display’, it’s a variation of the
spread-eagle only upside down, in which clips are attached to the lips of my
sex, then weights are put on to force them spread open. Sunni then applied an
Egyptian ‘budding switch’ directly to my clit. It’s very humiliating to be
switched directly on your clit. You think the nipples hurt? Wait until you’ve
been clit switched. You can’t even begin to vocalize the pain, as all you’re
able to do in that position is jerk about like a puking brat. It makes the
weights pull your lips further apart, and your breasts shudder something awful.
Look, us black gals are very pink between our lips, see...” Mona takes her
fingers and spreads her lips apart for the girls to see. Gretchen nods her head,
and Tresta takes in a short breath as she replies, “Yes.”
“I’m telling you, I just hung there with my sex split open and the hot African
sun burning down on it. All the while, Sunni popped the bud of my clit; she did
it for so long I had to pee. That caused me further anguish as my count was
doubled, now when I did cum, the switch would sound like it’d struck wet mud...”
“You mean you actually came while being switched on your clit? I’d have thought
that much pain would be too intense to permit you to cum...” Gretchen remarked.
Mona continued telling her story, “At first yes, but then the pain gives up to
the actions of the body. All it took was for Sunni to give me a couple of light
ones and wham! I’d pop my cream so hard that it’d right squirt out of me...
Well, anyway, it was six months later that I was given to the Arabs as a
replacement for the white girl who’d come to live in our tribe. I felt my pain
was caused by that white woman and I developed a hatred for them ever since. In
Egypt about three years later, I’d been working in a quarry, naked and bound to
a mortar wheel, I saw that same white woman again, she was working on the stones
all naked and dark brown from the sun. She saw me and when she smiled I noticed
that she didn’t have a tongue anymore...”
“So that’s why you hate white women.” Tresta nodded.
“Was the woman you spoke of blonde?” Gretchen asked.
“Yes, she was, a firm bodied big tittied blonde for that matter.” Mona replied,
“I really do just love to whip blondes...”
Flavious and Marcus entered just as the three girls had stopped talking;
Flavious eyed Tresta as he removed his toga. It’d become quite warm on the
balcony, Marcus was already fucking Gretchen, and when he’d finished with her,
he untied her.
Flavious fucked Tresta, who whimpered at his strokes as her pussy was still
quite red and sore from the hard sand brush scrubbing that Carlos had given her.
Her breasts, well striped bounced provocatively with his thrusts, finished
fucking her, he motioned for Mona, “Give her a wet thong whipping. Take your
time. Keep using it on her until I tell you to stop, understand..?”
“Yes, Master.” Mona bowed her head once.
Flavious continued without acknowledging her reply, “...By then, she’ll be
softened up for the cross, after she’s on it, I want you to put a set of fire
clips on her nipples with weights; use the ones that are on Melon, it’ll be time
for them to come off by then. Master Marcus and I have some business to attend
to, and oh, yes, he would like you find a pair of fire clips for Gretchen to
wear, put them on with a pair of girl stones, also...” He thought for a moment
as he started to put his tunic back on, then he tossed it on the bench, standing
naked himself, he continued with a change of thought, “Oh, just a reminder,
Mona, no more stories to these two. For that I want
you to stand here, with your wrists behind your head facing the sun. I’m going
to give you twenty lashes on your breasts and fuck you in your ass, also you are
to remain bare naked for the rest of this month, with no exceptions.”
“Yes, Master.” She did as she was told, took up the position he ordered, picking
up the leather braid, Flavious ordered, “Spread you legs, that’s it, good, now
face forward and count for me.” Flavious uncoiled the lash, and in a side arm
stroke, he whipped it across her breasts, it clung for a few seconds and fell
away, making her breasts sway, she shuddered and tried to stifle a scream,
“A-AAA! One, Master.”
Again, Flavious applied the lash, coiled it over her breasts, striking her left
nipple causing it to swell just a bit, she bit her lip, “OH! AAA! Two, Master.”
Flavious slithered the length again about her breasts, in his accuracy the whip
scored her right nipple this time, “UMM! AH! Three, Master.” Mona sounded a bit
winded with that one.
This next stroke caught both nipples, clinging to her glistening torso with
ease, “EH! Ooo! AH, SSS... Four, Master.”
Flavious flicked another stroke across her breasts catching part of a nipple and
causing a red stripe, to form, “AAA! Five, Master.”
Mona stood and took the lashing unbound, with her body glistening with sweat,
and with her wrists crossed behind her smooth head. Aside from her basil female
whimpers and gasps, her only reaction to the whipping was a subtle twisting
action or occasionally rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
Marcus watched Flavious whip Mona, to see this exceptionally attractive Negress
stand as naked as the day she was born and take a whipping made his cock stand
tall; Gretchen’s eyes widened at her Master’s ardor, she looked at Mona and
realized the erotic picture the Nubian painted with her pose of acceptance for
her Master’s lash. The braid that Flavious used, didn’t look the least bit
hostile, yet as Tresta could attest, it stung like fire to the soul.
In all, Flavious delivered the promised twenty strokes to his Nubian slave
girl’s bouncing bare breasts, bending her over slightly, he poured some oil on
his cock and slid it easily into her ass. She gave a deep-throated gurgle as she
helped him to go deeper into her. Using his hands, he fondled and kneaded her
well-whipped breasts like bread dough; it didn’t take long for him to come in
her bowels. She felt it squirt in like hot spunky streams of thick goo. When he
withdrew from her, she toweled and cleaned him off, and to serve as a reminder
of her dedication to him and not the other slave girls.
A couple of hours after lunch, Marcus sat on Flavious’ divan, with Gretchen
gently worked her mouth on her Master’s cock. Flavious returned with Percilla in
tow. She was a new addition to his coffle of slave-girls, a coffee skinned
Masadonian girl with long black hair, dark nipples with tips longer than the
ends of Marcus’ little finger and the same size in roundness. Flavious ordered
Percilla to tweak her nipples, as she did she’d look at her Master with
passionate eyes. Flavious licked his lips, his eyes wandered over her nudity.
Percilla slowly picked up a supple strip of rawhide laying on the table in front
of her master, she never took her eyes off him, and almost to the rhythm of
unheard music, she slowly danced about rubbing the coarse
side of the leather firmly across both of her hard nipples, she was ready.
Putting to sea early, in the hold of Hestus’ galley, the drum-master fixed
Respa’s wrists into chains that dangled down from the center post of the mast.
She leaned back against it forcing her ripe breasts to thrust outward; using his
three-thong whip, he whipped her already well-streaked breasts. Causing them to
bounce and
sway, she closed her eyes, whimpering with each caress of the whip.
That night, Alonna and Respa made girl love, in the forward berth; Alonna sucked
on Respa’s puckered nipples. They tasted hot and salty as they throbbed in her
mouth, throbbing mostly from the whipping delivered to them, by the drum-master.
Alonna squeezed Respa’s right breast, her mouth was flooded with white, sweet,
warm milk, it dripped from the corners of her mouth. Alonna looked up in time to
see the door to their cell swing open. Hestus stood with a bright light behind
him, he was holding a whip coiled in his hand. Behind him kneeled a quite nude
Nita, her silhouette cast a dark image of her well curved breasts with their
hard tipped nipples. Alonna swallowed hard, Respa looked at the shadows,
squinting in the glare. She shivered as her eye caught enough to notice that
Nita was grotesquely bound with her back arched on a strut, with her breasts
heaving in anxiety.
Hestus’ deep voice shot arrows into the girl’s hearts, “On your feet, lesbian
sluts! The dawn shall greet you two and this clit licker...” He grabbed Nita by
her lovely blonde hair and yanked her forward for them to see as she groveled at
his feet with her arms awkwardly behind her on the strut. Her breasts bouncing
and swaying displaying fresh red welts.
“You’ll all hang by your ankles while Cobus wet thongs your spread pussies, but
for now, Alonna my suckling, start by milking this cow, fill up this bladder
bag...” He tossed one down at her feet, “Don’t stop until its full...” He took a
long drink from a bottle of wine, he was quite drunk, “I’ve plans to have all
three of you nipple thumped by Miser and his wooden mallet while your all
stretched out in the riggings. Now get up, you’ve a long day ahead of you, you
three worthless sluts!” He hiccuped and belched, “You just had to show master
Flavious how much milk was in her tits, didn’t ya, Alonna, then squeeze them
squirting it all over his face. If that wasn’t enough, this one,” He yanked Nita
up again by her hair making her squeal, “...Just had to laugh in his face. You
worthless bitches. You’ll pull the oars and worship the ground I walk on if I
ever decide to fuck you again!” He let go of Nita and staggered out down the
corridor singing, “Tweedle-de-de-de-dum, Tweedle-de-deddle-de-dough
pull on the oars you will and be whipped if you’re too slow...”
The End
(Or the beginning?)
Julia’s Nipples Are Switched (Back)
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