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Chapter 19.

I watched in horror as he selected a thin, whippy cane from his collection. It whistled sharply as he gave it a few experimental swings. Then he tapped the cane experimentally on the top of my breasts, just above the nipples. His wrist flicked, there was a brief whistle, and blinding agony exploded through my body! Instinctively my hand cradled my breasts!

“So we start again, and now the strokes are doubled.” He said gently.

“No! Please! I’ll do anything!” I was pleading!

“What do you have that I want?” He asked, still in a soft voice.

“M...my mouth? My cunt? My ass?” I had no shame now.

“That is what Svein is for. I have no use for women, except to see them suffer.”

I thought of the young man, the scar of his castration still so new. His body was the plaything of this gross monster. With a shuddering sigh, I placed my hands behind my head.

The cane tapped lightly across my nipples. Again the flick of the wrist. The pain as the cane struck both nipples was unbearable, but this time I managed to keep my hands where they were. Again the little cane whistled, flicking against the underside of my breasts. Then my nipples again! My body was trembling from head to toe. I couldn’t take more of this! He nodded at me. “You have done well. You are brave and strong. Now you need to learn to use the whip.

I lowered my hands, cradling my abused breasts. Despite the pain I did feel a sense of arousal. Could one really derive pleasure from such pain?

For the rest of the afternoon I learnt to handle a whip, swinging various whips at the whipping post until I could use them with force and accuracy.

As the sun set I was taken back to Mahmoud’s chambers. I was allowed to bathe and my body was oiled by a slim Asian slave girl. The two of us served our master his dinner and attended to his needs. Svein was there, dressed in light trousers, his feet bare. I noticed fresh whipmarks on his back.

We were ordered to prepare Mahmoud for bed. As we undressed him I shuddered at the sight of his gross body. His paunch hung in a huge fold, almost covering his genitals. Despite the paunch, his shoulders and thighs were massively muscled. We went with him to his bath, a massive sunken pool. Gently we washed the massive body. Li, the Asian slave, lifted the fold of his paunch to clean the half concealed genitals. His cock was a short, massively thick rod, veined and with a huge purple head. I shuddered at the thought of that thing entering me. Gratefully I remembered his statement that he had no use for women, other than to inflict pain. “That is what Svein is for, “ he had said.
 
Chapter 20.

We escorted Mahmoud to his bedroom. The bed was huge, opulently curtained and pillared. Li and I tried to be as unobtrusive as possible, attempting to slip from the room unnoticed.

“Stay here!” Mahmoud ordered. We squatted down in a corner, our legs widespread as was required. Svein stood humbly, head bowed.

“Get those rags off and come here.” Mahmoud was short and demanding. Svein coloured as he undid the cord holding up his trousers. As they slid to the ground my eyes were again drawn to his mutilation. Mahmoud lay back on the bed, motioning Svein to kneel between his splayed thighs. The young man shuddered, but obeyed. Mahmoud made a peremptory gesture. The meaning was clear! Slowly, reluctantly, Svein bent over his owner’s belly, mouth opening obediently.

I saw the pain on his face as he stretched his mouth, trying to accommodate his master’s desires. We watched, grateful not to be in his position, yet sympathising with his plight. He struggled to take all of Mahmoud’s gross member in his mouth, choking as his master thrust deep into his throat.

Mahmoud motioned to Li. She rose and stood beside him. “Lubricate him!” The order was harsh, ragged, as Svein worked at the cock in his throat. She fetched the flask of oil. Svein flinched as her fingers touched his anus, but Mahmoud’s hand pressed down on the back of his head. Forcing him down despite the gagging sounds he emitted. Gently she worked the oil into his anus, trying to stretch him somewhat in order to reduce the pain he woul have to endure.

Her master waved her aside. Grabbing Svein by the hair, he pulled his mouth off his cock. Ponderously he straddled the slave’s back. “Please,” Svein pleads, “not that.”

Li and I settled down on a blanket in the corner of the room. The blanket was meant for Mahmoud’s dogs, slaves are not granted such comforts. Mercifully, the dogs are absent. We huddled together, our arms around each other, listening to the sounds of Svein’s ordeal.

“He has the stamina of an ox! He can go on for hours,” Li whispered. “He will ignore us now, he has what he wants.”

Her cool lips found mine, her tongue like a little animal as it found its way between my lips. Her slim fingers were between my lower lips, finding the sensitive little nub there. My own hands were not idle. They slid across the ivory skin of her breasts, playing with her dark little nipples until they were as hard as spearpoints. One hand roved lower, playing with the small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, startlingly black against the ivory of her skin. That little patch was a novelty, few slaves were allowed pubic hair.

I broke the kiss, my lips finding those lovey nipples, sucking her small breasts entirely into my mouth, playing with her nipples at the back of my throat. We were in a world of our own now, the grunts and whimpers coming from the bed hardly intruding on our rising passion. Inevitably lips slid lower down bodies. Soon tongues were lapping at lower lips, teeth nibbling at clits, fingers probing deeply and intimately.

We forgot about Mahmoud and Svein, forgot that the blanket we were on smelled strongly of dog, forgot everything but the joy of each other’s bodies. Finally, exhausted, we slept in each other’s arms.
 
Chapter 21.

Dawn was just breaking when we were kicked awake by Mahmoud. His naked body towered over us as I opened my eyes. Li cried out as his bare foot kicked her breast. Staggering to her feet, she rushed off to fetch coffee and food for her master. Still naked, the ogre followed her.

I rose. Svein was curled up in a ball on the bed. His shoulders were shaking. Was he crying? He started as I touched his shoulder. He looked at me with troubled eyes. “What have I become? Do I deserve this…this… humiliation? He is an animal!”

I hugged him, cradling his head between my breasts. “He is free, and we are slaves. This is our fate.”

He looked at me, his face filled with despair. “To be used like this like a whore! He said he would use me again, and again, until I was open to him. I would rather die!”

I hugged him closer. I longed to make him feel better. I knew how he felt.

Mahmoud returned!

“Come!” I looked at Svein, then at him. Which one did he mean? Both of us?

“Come!!” We both followed, Svein with his shoulders down and his feet dragging. Semen leaked from him as he walked in front of me. I felt his pain, his humiliation.

We were led to the garden. The sun beat down, bright and harsh. Under a tree stood Li, her hinds high above her head, her feet quivering with the strain of standing on tiptoe.

“Yesterday you practiced on inanimate objects, today you will practice on living ones. Their reaction will determine how you have progressed in your training. You will start on that one, using this.”

He pointed at Li with the braided leather bullwhip in his hand.

“No! Absolutely not! I refuseeeeeeee!” My defiance ended in an agonised scream as the lash of the bullwhip cracked against my clit! The pain was indescribable! I collapsed on the ground, clutching my abused clit. Another spear of white-hot agony drove through me as the whip cracked against my exposed anus! I tried to cower away, but the tip found sensitive spots with unerring accuracy! A nipple, the inside of a thigh, between my toes, the lobe of my ear!

I could take no more. “I’ll do it!” I screamed, howling again as the whip found my clit again. I was almost blinded by tears! Through my tears I could see Li mouthing something at me.

“Do it! Just Do it!” Her lips said. I rose to my feet, legs like jelly, and held my hand out for the whip. I looked at her slender body, the body that gave me so much pleasure. I know the pain I am going to inflict on her. My mind says ‘No!’ but my body knows it cannot take more of the pain it has just suffered.

“ I want you to start with some wrapping strokes, with the whip wrapping around her body, then we can move on to some accuracy exercises.” He made it sound so clinical, as if I was not going to be inflicting severe pain on a slender, loving girl. I looked again at Li, stretched so tight in front of me, tears training down her cheeks.

“Forgive me!” I mouthed, and swung the whip!
 
Chapter 22.

The lash curled around her body. She gasped, but stifled the scream. Her legs trampled the dirt as she tried to accommodate the pain. “Not bad,” the ogre said calmly. “I want the next one higher, so that it wraps around both breasts.”

I wanted to beg him not to make me do it, but I knew that all I would achieve was further pain for myself, and that eventually I would give in and hurt her anyway. I took a deep breath, aimed and swung. Yesterday’s practice had taught me accuracy. The whip cracked across her back, wrapped around those lovely little breasts, the tip smashing into her armpit. This time she screamed! Oh god, did she scream!

“Again!” Please don’t make me do this my brain said. My abused body decided that it was better for her to suffer than to take more punishment. The whip swung! Again and again I hit her, hips, thighs, belly, breasts! Her body rocked under the impacts. She was no longer screaming, just whimpering. Finally, Mahmoud released her, to collapse in the dust. I longed to hug her, hold her, kiss away the pain. All I could do was watch her crawl away like a wounded animal.

“Whipping a man is different,” he said, tying Svein where Li had been. “Although Svein is no longer quite a man, he will do for practice purposes.” Svein gave me a despairing look. The instructions were detailed. I carried them out to the best of my ability, horrified at what I was doing. His shrill screams as the whip hit his cock frightened me, but the thought of that same whip on my clit was enough to make me carry on.

Finally Mahmoud called a halt. Curtly, he ordered Li to prepare lunch. I watched her limp off, her once flawless body now a mass of stripes. Mahmoud led me to the still dangling Svein to point out errors in my technique.

I examined my handiwork through a haze of tears. The poor man didn’t deserve this. He had been mutilated, humiliated, raped and now abused. Li returned with a tray of cold meats and salad things. Svein was left dangling as we ate. Finally Mahmoud went to take him down. Gently I touched Li’s cheek. “I’m sorry!”

She shrugged, wincing. “We’re slaves. This is our fate.”
 
Chapter 23.

Li and I spent the night in each other’s arms. Our sleep was restless. She was in pain, and both of us were constantly disturbed by Svein’s moans and pleas for mercy as he was repeatedly used by his master.

Dawn came. Li and I were kicked awake. I was chained.

What now? What new tortures lay in wait for me?

Li was sobbing, tears streaming down her face. “Please! Please remember me!”

A leash was attached to my cunt-ring, and I was led outside into the early morning bustle of the town. Naked, I had no choice but to follow, to once again endure the stares and the crass remarks of the people on the street. With my hands chained behind me, I had no way of even trying to cover myself. I was eventually led down a dingy alley. Next to a gate in a blank wall, my leash was tied to a ring attached to the wall. Still without a word, the man who had brought me here hammered on the door, then left.

I stood there for what seemed an eternity. A passing beggar ran his hands over me, inserting three fingers into my vagina. It was all so casual. He giggled to himself and stumbled on. Finally, the gate opened. A slave took hold of my leash and led me in. I was terrified, not knowing where I was.

There was an imperious call, a woman’s voice. I looked up, and saw Susan! She was standing in a doorway I recognised, Theseus’s house. She looked almost regal, dressed in harem pants and a translucent jacket. I dropped to my knees, kissing her feet. I was so glad to be home!

Susan looked somewhat embarrassed at my actions. She raised me to my feet and hugged me. “We’ve missed you!” Her fingers rand down my back, feeling the wheals left by Mahmoud’s whip. “Bastard.” She whispered.

“Theseus will want to see you right away.” She led me around a corner to where I knew his favourite morning spot was. I was almost knocked off my feet as a golden-bronze shape crashed into me! “You’re back!”

The smelly, sweaty nymph hugged me, kissing me all over. Chained as I was there was little I could do to respond.

“Get back to your work, young lady, otherwise you will taste the whip again!” Susan sounded fierce, although a smile lifted the corner of her mouth. Candy scampered off, leaving behind an aroma of girl-sweat and horse manure.

“Candy and Carrie are being punished” Susan explained. “They have been whipped, and have spent the last four days living in the stables, mucking them out with their bare hands.” A smile, “They stink!”

I was led into my master’s presence.

He was sitting in the shade under a tree, a cool drink in his hand. Amy was kneeling next to him, dressed in a short, filmy tunic. I knelt, awkwardly, my hands still behind my back, and kissed his feet. The man terrified me!

Susan was standing next to me. I could see the star-shaped scars on her feet, matching the scars on Amy’s wrists. This man, who held the power of life and death over me, had had them nailed, nailed (!), to crosses, purely for his pleasure.

He looked down at me, smiling. I shivered!

“Mahmoud tells me you have a natural talent, although you are reluctant to use it.” His nose wrinkled as a feather of a breeze stirred the air. “You stink, slave! Where have you been?”

I swallowed convulsively. “Master, Candy gave me a hug when I arrived. She had been in the stables and…” My voice trailed off.

He frowned, his eyebrows fierce. “Those girls are incorrigible! You would have thought they would have learnt by now. Well, you shall have a chance to show what you have learnt. Give them a dozen each!”

I started to protest, then remembered the rules. If I refused to use the whip I would receive triple the punishment I had been ordered to deliver. Six dozen lashes! I knew that I would not be able to endure that, not even for Candy.

“Yes, Master!” My voice was a hoarse whisper.

A slave undid my chains and handed me a light flogger. Carrie had already been tied spread-eagled between the two whipping posts. Candy knelt beside the off post, awaiting her turn.

“Six on her back, then six on her front!” Susan ordered. “Lay them on hard!”

I swung back my arm, heard the multiple crack as the lashes landed. Carrie was silent, apart from a soft grunt. I laid the lashes on quickly, wanting to get this over with. After the sixth stroke I moved to her front. Her pert breasts jutted proudly, nipples hard in anticipation.

Candy piped up, “I love watching you whip her. Your tits move so beautifully when you swing the whip!”

Susan sighed. “That remark, young lady, has just earned you an extra three, right on your slutty cunt!”

The whip cracked across Carrie’s tits, her belly, the front of her thighs. The last one was on her breasts again, drawing a gasp from her.

It was Candy’s turn!

I was quick, blow followed blow, Candy stayed stubbornly silent. The twelfth blow landed. She was squirming, but had not even grunted. I prepared for the underhand strokes that would be needed for the additional three. She flashed me a broad smile. “I’ve always wanted you to kiss my pussy!”

From the corner of my eye I saw Susan struggling to keep a stern look on her face, the corners of her mouth twitching with the urge to smile. “Make that an extra six, Jackie.”

Now Candy could not remain still. She thrashed her legs, twisted her body as the leather cracked across tender flesh. Tears streamed down her face. The last one landed.

“Fuck! That hurt!” A smile broke through the tears. “Will you kiss it better for me, now?”

Susan could no longer control her smile. Behind me, I heard Theseus let out a great roar of laughter! “Get back to the stables, you little slut!” He bellowed. You are still there until midnight. If Jackie wants to kiss your smelly cunt after that, she is welcome!”

He had a broad smile on his face. That made me even more frightened of him.

“Amy!” He turned to her. “Jackie needs a long, hot bath and a good massage. She will be sleeping in my bed tonight. Prepare her well.”
 
Chapter 24.

Amy led me to the huge bath. It was scented with fragrant oils. I felt as if layers of dirt were being washed from me. Then she lay me down and started a deep massage. Her slender hands were amazingly strong, her naked body slithering against mine. My eyes were drawn to the scars on her wrists.

“What was it like? Being crucified?”

She was silent for a long moment. Had I gone too far?

“It was the most painful thing I have ever experienced.” She gave a wistful smile. “And by far the most erotic! I wish I had the courage to do it again.”

I stared at her. “Erotic?”

“The utter helplessness! The realisation that a steel spike has been driven through your flesh into unyielding wood. The exposure. The humiliation!” Her smile was like a glowing light. “I came before they had finished nailing the second wrist!”

“You should have seen Candy! She was so beautiful up there, dancing her dance of agony! I felt sorry for mom. She didn’t want the nails, but she felt she had to have them because we were being nailed.”

“You had a choice? Of being nailed?”

“Oh! Yes” The whole thing was Candy’s idea. Carrie and Jen elected to be tied. I think they’re sorry now. They might ask for the nails one day.”

I was horrified! I lay silent as her strong fingers worked on my body. I felt relaxed, soft, smooth, beautiful.

She dressed me in a long, translucent silk sheath. My skin glowed through the fabric. Two ties at the shoulder held it all together. I was led to the Master’s bedroom. He wasn’t there. Amy left me there.

I stood in the room, too frightened to sit down or touch anything. The room was dominated by a huge, four-poster bed. On a bedside table were a riding crop, and a set of vicious nipple clamps. Would he use them on me? He was clearly a vicious sadist.

I heard a slight noise behind me. He was standing there, looking at me. He was so big! His eyebrows lifted, a smile twitching at his lips. “Frightened?”

I nodded.

He held open his arms. “Come.”

In a daze I walked into the circle of his arms. He held me lightly, his fingers running down my back. I shivered as they ran over the wheals left by Mahmoud’s whip.

“Did he hurt you badly?” His voice was soft, gentle. The touch of his fingers through the silk like butterfly kisses. I nodded.

His fingers were doing things to my body. I could feel the dampness between my legs. His fingers caressed, teased. I pressed myself against him, enjoying the feel of his body against my breasts. His hands slid across my shoulders. He stepped back.

There was a whisper as the sheath slid down my body, puddling at my feet. I was naked before him. His fingers, his lips, fluttered over my body. My stomach felt hollow, fluttery. My legs parted. My hips were thrust forward. I fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. The hair on his chest was scratchy against my aroused nipples. I undid the tie at his waist.

“Please, Master, I need you inside me.” I never thought I would say those words.

“Slowly. We have all night.”

He stepped out of his trousers. Close up, his size was intimidating, as was his obvious readiness. He lifted me off my feet, laying me gently on the bed. For a long moment he just stood there! Looking at me! His eyes were fierce and gentle, somehow both at the same time. His eyebrows gave him a demonic look. My body screamed its need for him, yet my mind was saying something different. “This is the man who had you whipped! This is the man who watched as a red-hot iron burnt his mark into your flesh! Who smiled at your screams! This is the man who lent you to a sadistic pervert! The man who crucified his wife, his daughter and that sweet young girl! This is a monster!”

My body triumphed. Almost of their own accord, my legs parted, my hips arched up at him. I was soaking! He smiled at me. “Not so fast. Patience.”

He bent over me, his tongue flicking at my rock hard nipples, tracing around my breasts. Lazily the tongue explored my body, tracing the hollow design of the brand on my buttock, teasing. My eyes were closed. I was lost in sensation. His tongue touched my clit like a small electric shock, my hips bucked. I could feel the waves of my orgasm cresting! His tongue slipped between the fold of my inner lips… and I came. My eyes flew open! He was kneeling between my legs, a gentle smile on his face.

“Please, Master! Please! I need you inside me! Please!” I was begging! He moved toward me his bulk covering my body, his length filling me. I swam in a sea of sensation!

I slept.
 
Chapter 25

I woke to the delicious sensation of fingers running up and down my spine. I lay with my eyes closed, relishing the sensation. My master was so wonderful! The fingers were replaced by a tongue that ran down to the crack between my buttocks. Sleepily I moved my legs to make access easier. The tongue explored further, reaching the tight little rosebud nestling there. The sensation was delicious! I rolled over onto my belly, spreading my legs. I was a slut, begging for it!

I yelped as teeth bit into my buttock! Startled, I spun around, eyes flashing open. A bronzed bundle leapt into my arms, giggling. “Candy!” She snuggled her head between my breasts, her body moulding into mine. I stroked the silky skin of her back and buttocks, feeling the warmth spread in my loins.

“Come on, sleepyhead! We have to get down to the fish market. The Sultan is coming for dinner and if we miss the best fish Theseus will have the skin off our backs.” She tugged at my nipple ring until I got to my feet.

“Here!” She tossed a light slave tunic at me, slipping into one of her own. The tunics were flimsy, almost translucent, and so short that they barely covered our butts. Jenny and a black kitchen slave, Bea, were waiting impatiently for us. We went off down the road. I was holding Candy’s hand. Jenny gave us a shrewd look. “You two look like the cats that got the cream!” She said, smiling broadly. “Or more appropriately, the cat and the kitten that got the cream.”

Candy grinned, leaning against me. “Jackie was in Daddy T’s bed last night.”

“Ah!” Jenny gave me a knowing grin, “Feeling better about being a slave now?”

Strangely, I did! No longer did I feel humiliated by my near nakedness, my state of being owned. I was proud to be wearing his collar, to have his mark branded into my flesh! We chattered brightly as we walked, ignoring the looks and comments from passers-by. Bea bemoaned the fact that the master had not noticed her. She was certainly a wonderful armful! Lithe, strong, with full, firm breasts and large, but wonderfully shapely and firm buttocks.

The fish market was wonderfully alive, even though it was just past dawn. Sleek outrigger canoes came sailing in, the crew shouting to the assembled buyers to advertise their catch. We rushed into the sea to get to the boats first. Soon we were soaked to the skin, our slave tunics soaking wet and totally transparent, clinging to our bodies. Bea did most of the bartering, and soon we had what we needed. We headed back to the house. Bea led the way, carrying a huge basket of fish on her head, her hips swaying sensuously. Jenny followed her, equally burdened. Candy had a whole swordfish on her head, about five feet long. I brought up the rear, a basket of crabs and lobsters on my head. Male eyes followed us we walked, lustful male eyes. We were proud in our near nakedness, proud slaves of our master!
 
Chapter 26.

Candy and I were set to cleaning and preparing the fish. We stripped off our tunics, not wanting to get them full of blood and guts. I watched her agile hands as she scaled and filleted the fish. Again the scars on her wrists caught my eye. “Please, tell me how you came to be crucified?”

She looked at me, her eyes bright. “It was all my idea! Well, mine and Jenny’s. We saw a video on the net, and thought it would be a great thing to try. Theseus was dead against it at first, but when we showed him the video, and he could imagine us on crosses, we could see him rise and harden. He specified ropes only, no nails. I worked on him until he finally agreed I could be nailed. Amy wanted it too, but Jenny and Carrie chickened out and elected to be tied. Susan was in such a quandary! She didn’t even want to be crucified, but when she heard that Amy and I were going to be nailed, she said she would have to suffer in the same way. She is very brave.”

I looked at her, her golden skin covered in scales and fish blood, a happy smile on her face as she told me about her ordeal. “You wanted to be nailed?” I asked incredulously.

She smiled at me. “Yep! It sounded so groovy! I knew it was going to hurt, but the thought of the pain and the helplessness, the exposure turned me on so much!” She looked at me with her lovely blue eyes. “I really am a pain slut, you know! We planned it all. We would be tortured beforehand to make us confess our crimes. We decided that Susan would be accused of corrupting us, introducing us to unnatural practices.”

“What unnatural practices?” I asked.

She smiled at me again. “You think those are just guard dogs?”

I glanced at the big mastiffs that were always patrolling the grounds.

Candy carried on with her tale. “Theseus tried his best to dissuade us from being nailed. He gave each of us, Susan, Amy and I, the four spikes that we would be nailed with. We had to wear them around our necks all the time. They were scary things! Eight inches long, square cut, with oversized heads so that they wouldn’t tear out when we were nailed. A couple of times I almost chickened out.”

I shuddered at the though of those spikes, the girl wearing them for days, anticipating them being driven into her flesh!

“We planned it all! Theseus found a group that did crucifixions. There would be other people as well. Watchers, and others being crucified. Theseus took us to a doctor who marked the exact places where the nails should be driven in to avoid permanent damage. We knew that some bones in our feet would be broken, but they could be fixed.”

I gasped! “And then?”

“The time came. It was a long weekend. We were to be tortured, tried and convicted. Then we would all be raped to make sure none of us were virgins.” She grinned at me. “You can’t crucify a virgin, you know!”

There were about a dozen who were to be punished. I don’t remember all of them, but apart from the five of us there was a lovely redheaded girl, a woman in her forties with big tits and a couple of young guys. The last to arrive were a young couple. I heard that he had committed some crime, with her as an accomplice. They were given a choice. Either go to jail for the rest of their lives, or for him to watch her being tortured, raped and crucified! She was about five months pregnant!”

I was horrified! Candy carried on with her story.

The torture was fun. Susan was made to ride a wooden pony, the sharp edge digging into her pussy. She was on it for almost two hours! She had to watch us being tortured, long pins being stuck into our tits.”

I looked at her tender little breasts. “They stuck needles into those?”

She looked down at her bumps. “Well, in my case they stuck some pins in my nipples, then stuck long ones through my pussy lips!”

I gasped! “That must have been excruciating!”

She bent over, lifting the swordfish onto the table. It slipped. “Hey! Give me a hand with this thing!” With the swordfish cut into manageable portions, she continued.

“Not really! They hurt going in, but then it just felt funny to have this metal in me. They left the pins in for quite a while. The audience loved looking at us like that. They made me walk around and show off to all of them.” She smiled at the memory. “Then they tried and convicted us, and sentenced us to be crucified. All of us, except the redheaded girl. She was going to be impaled, with a stake up her arse! After the trial we were chained to stakes out in the open, for twelve hours of rape! That was the fun part. I had guys queuing up to use me!”

“You really are a little slut!” I said smiling. “How many?”

“I don’t know, there were many repeats! The redhead was chained next to me. She was asking everybody to bugger her, to stretch her for the stake. The pregnant girl’s husband was made to kneel next to her, watching. When he closed his eyes they glued his eyelids open! She cried a lot. Theseus came to us several times, telling us that we could still change our minds about the nails. I wanted them, and so did Amy. I heard Susan ask him what we had decided, when he told her she sighed and said ‘then so must I’.”

“Susan really did it just because you were going to do it?” I asked.

“She felt responsible. Amy is her daughter, and she considers me to be one too. Just after dawn the next morning they came for us. This was THE day! We were to be whipped, then crucified!”
 
Chapter 27.

“We were led to an open area, in the centre was the whipping post! It had leather cuffs attached to chains dangling from it. The height of the cuffs could be adjusted to pull the victim up on tiptoe, stretching them for the lash.”

"They took Susan first. She hates being whipped! She was walking uncomfortably, her pussy swollen from the wooden pony and a night of rape. They pulled her hands up until her body was stretched tight! There were two men with whips. One was right-handed, the other left-handed. We were to learn that this was to ensure that the lashes were laid on evenly, all over our backs! The whips were evil looking things, each with nine heavy tails! My stomach was in a knot. I knew this was going to hurt! Lots!”

“The right-hander landed the first blow. It sounded like a hammer striking wood! Susan grunted as the breath was knocked from her! The she screamed! ‘No! You can’t do this to my gi…!”’She got no further as the left-hander laid on his first blow!”

Candy finished preparing the swordfish, and reached for the basket of prawns. She was so deft with the knife, cleaning each of the crustaceans as she talked.

“They gave her a dozen lashes. By the end she was hanging by her wrists, moaning. Her back was a red mass of wheals! When they released her wrists she collapsed. A guard with a bullwhip whipped her to her feet. She staggered to where there was a pile of timber. Each piece was about six feet long, and six inches square. She screamed as they laid the beam onto her raw shoulders, then tied her arms to it. This was the patibulum she was going to be nailed to! She was led a little way off, staggering under the timber, and made to kneel facing the post.”

“The woman with the big tits was next. She was begging for mercy even before they triced her up. She screamed and begged all the time, whenever she had breath. After six lashes they stopped. She was hysterical, ‘Thank you, thank you! I can’t take any more! Oh thank you!’ Her voice trailed off as they turned her back to the post. She saw the right-hander swing his arm back. ‘Nooooo!’ She screamed as the lash smacked across her breasts!”

“I was next! I thought I was going to wet myself, I was so frightened. This didn’t seem like so much fun any more. They pulled me so tight my toes were hardly touching the ground. I heard the swish of the cat, then the breath was knocked from me! It felt as if my back had been raked by red-hot wires! I wanted to scream! To beg for mercy! To tell them I was too little for this!”

She paused in her tale while she removed a particularly tricky gut-string from a prawn. “The blows came one after the other! I had no breath to scream or beg! After the fourth lash there was a little pause, and I finally managed to get enough breath to scream! I howled! This was the worst whipping I had ever had! My whole back was a sheet of fire.”

“Finally they stopped. I just kept on screaming until they let me down. A guard helped me to where the timber lay. I could barely stand. As he made me kneel, he spoke softly to me.”

“That was the bravest thing I have ever seen,” he said. “Nobody has ever taken four lashes without a sound.”

“He didn’t know that I had no breath to scream! He was almost gentle as they laid the timber across my raw shoulders. I screamed again as the rough wood dug into me! My arms were tied to the beam. When I tried to stand I fell over. It was so heavy! I couldn’t get the balance right.”

“The bullwhip wrapped around my body! I staggered to my feet and somehow managed to stumble to where Susan and the woman knelt.”

“We watched as the others were whipped one by one. The last was the redheaded girl. She wasn’t tied to the post. They hung her by her wrists, her feet off the ground, and used the bullwhip on her as she spun and danced in the air, screaming helplessly.”

We had finished with our task. We were covered in fish scales, blood and guts. We carried the baskets to the kitchen, then headed down to the beach to get clean. The water was wonderful! We splashed about like children, washing the muck off each other in the gentle waves. Cleaning turned to stroking. Candy took my hand. “Come!” She said with a smile. She led me a bit down the beach to where the sea had hollowed out the limestone cliff to make a series of shallow caves. The limestone floor was worn smooth by centuries of waves, the stone warm from the sun. We lay down. She was cuddled in my arms, her head between my breasts. We kissed. I stroked the soft skin of her back, detecting the tiny ridges of scar tissue on her back.

“They whipped us to our feet. We staggered up the hill, thrown off balance by the heavy beams on our shoulders. Already my arms were starting to cramp from the unnatural position. I was to learn all about cramp later!”

I was idly playing with her firm buttocks, my fingers sliding up and down the crack between them. She purred softly.

“The uprights were arranged in a circle surrounding a single stake. The top part of the stake, about a foot long, was as thick as a man’s wrist, tapering a bit to the top. There was a crossbar below that to stop the girl sliding too far down and being killed. It was lined with sharp little nails and had two electric wires attached to it.”

My fingers found her anus, playing with the rosebud. “Mmmmm. That’s much nicer than a stake!”

Two men lifted the girl, spreading her legs wide. She had such a lovely body, strong, lean! Almost gently they lowered her onto the stake. Her hands were tied behind her. She gasped as her own weight forced the tip into her ass. They supported her until about six inches of the stake was inside her, then let her go. Her feet tried to get a grip on the stake, to stop her going deeper. It was so sexy! All her muscles working! Desperately trying to stop her slide! I want to try that one day!”

I was aghast! “You want to be impaled with a stake up your ass?” I inserted a finger as I spoke, feeling the tightness of her.

“Mmmmm. Wouldn’t you like that? It must feel so good!”

I shuddered in horror!

“They came for Susan next. They took the crossbar off her shoulders and bolted it to the upright. They must have measured everything beforehand, because there were marks on the wood. The made her lie on the upright, her knees bent, her feet flat on the wood. Six men held her down. A man with a hammer took one of the nails that she had come to know so well. He put it on the mark the doctor had made on her right foot. She closed her eyes as the hammer fell. Her screams were intense! It took four blows of the hammer to drive the spike all the way in! The men struggled to hold her down! The man moved to her other foot, nailing that to the upright. Then they let her go! She sat up, trying to ease the pain in her feet. They left her like that, sitting on her cross, feet nailed, while all the rest of us were crucified!”
 
Chapter 28.

For a while there was silence, apart from sighs and moans. Lips and tongues were way too busy to talk! Her skin was like silk, the strong muscles beneath disguised by girlish softness. I forgot slavery, pain and humiliation, drowning in pleasure, my head trapped between slender thighs, a skilful tongue licking me to orgasm.

“You two really do want to dance to the tune of the bullwhip, don’t you?” I raised my head from between Candy’s thighs and looked up at my master towering over us. I looked fearfully at the whip tucked into his belt, then realised that he was smiling. “You two had better get your delicious butts back to work! I’ll deal with them later!” As I scrambled to my feet I was acutely aware that my face was slick and shiny with Candy’s juices. “Nice show!” He said, still smiling broadly, “You two can amuse the Sultan with it tonight. Now get back to work!”

Nice show? Amuse the Sultan? Surely he didn’t mean that we were to make love for the amusement of the Sultan?

We scampered back to our work, grateful to escape the lash. Candy, always incorrigible, shook her shapely little butt at the master. He smiled indulgently at her. “That lovely arse is going to be used for its proper purpose very soon, young lady!” She flashed him a big smile as she ran off.

Back in the kitchens we were set to polishing silverware.

“They came for the pregnant girl next. Her husband had walked next to her as she carried her cross. He was free, apart from his hands being tied. He had not been hurt. She had been whipped, and tortured and raped, and now he was going to watch as she was nailed to the cross. She was pleading quietly as they laid her down on the cross, her tummy a smooth bump as she lay there. She was weeping, not struggling at all, just weeping and pleading. The guards held her down as one brought the first spike and the hammer. Her pleading became more desperate! One man placed the nail at her wrist, then the husband was brought forward, his hands now unbound, and the hammer put into his hands. ‘NO!!!!! I can’t do that to her! No!!!!’ One of the guards grabbed him, holding him by the cock and balls. In his other hand he had a small, sharp knife. He said a few words to the husband, who dropped to his knees, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Finally he went back to his wife, picked up the hammer. ‘I’m sorry! So sorry!’ he sobbed. ‘I love you!’ he swung the hammer, hitting the spike squarely as he pounded the spike though his wife’s wrist.”

“They came for me. I was so frightened I thought I was going to wet myself. For a short while it was heaven as they lifted the beam off my shoulders and I could move them to ease the cramp. I was going to learn all about cramp! They were gentle as they laid me on the cross and stretched my arms into position. I watched as he placed the spike on the spot the doctor had marked. Theseus came and knelt beside me. ‘You don’t have to do this,’ he said. ‘You can still just be tied.’ For a moment I was tempted! I looked up at where the pregnant girl was hanging from her cross, her face a picture of agony and despair. Then I looked at Susan, sitting with her feet nailed to the cross, clutching her knees as she watched. She was there because I had wanted to be nailed. I shook my head. ‘Nail me, Daddy Theseus!’”

“He stepped back and nodded to the guards. I watched as the hammer swung, seemingly in slow motion. I distinctly heard the metallic clang as it hit the nail. Fascinated, I watched the tip of the spike disappear into my flesh. An electric shock ran up my arm! Pain! Fuck! It hurt more than I could ever have imagined! I was screaming as the second blow landed. My whole body was jerking! Trying to escape! They let go of my arm. It wasn’t going anywhere now! It was nailed to the rough timber.”

I took her in my arms, hugging her, kissing her eyes, then the scar on her wrist. I knew I was risking, inviting, a whipping. Or worse! I didn’t care!

“The other wrist hurt even more! They left me then, my feet kicking, my body heaving and twisting in agony. One of the guards wanted to fuck the pregnant girl on the cross. He stood on a little stool, pulled her knees wide, not caring that her feet twisted on the nails. He seemed to be pounding into her forever. Finally he was finished. He got off the stool, casually wiped his cock on Susan’s hair, then picked up his hammer, motioning the others to hold my feet. As I felt the prick of the spike against the top of my foot, I could see his cum oozing out of her, trickling down her thigh.”

“They had bent my knees so that my feet were just below my butt. I could feel bones breaking as the spikes drove through my feet. My throat was raw with screaming. Finally it was done! I was nailed to the cross!”

I stroked her back as she spoke. If we were caught I knew that her back, and mine, would be a mass of red wheals, but I had to touch her!

“I thought no pain could be worse than the nailing, until they started lifting the cross! I started sliding down the upright, my arms stretching. My raw back scraped against the rough wood. I tried to use my feet to stop the sliding, but it hurt too much! I could feel the spikes grating against the broken bones! I screamed at them to stop! To let me down! This wasn’t a game any more! The cross went higher and higher! I was hanging with my whole weight suspended from my arms, from two spikes driven through my wrists! Then I felt the cross slide, and thump into its hole with a jarring crash! I screamed and screamed and screamed! I was hanging from the cross!”

“From up there I could see the crowd watching. Some of them had their cocks out and were wanking! The redhead was sitting on her stake, her feet trying to grip the sides to support her and the pregnant girl was standing on her nailed feet! Why was she doing that? Her feet must hurt as much as mine? It was difficult to breathe! Was I going to die up here? I didn’t want to die! There was so much life left! I had to breathe! I couldn’t breathe!”

“The pregnant girl was hanging like I was now, but soon she started to push up again, standing on the nails through her feet. I saw her gasping deep breaths! I had to breathe! Susan was looking at me, her expression a mixture of pain and concern. I couldn’t hear her voice, but saw her lips shape ‘stand up!’”

“I pushed down on my feet. Raw agony! I pulled on my arms and slowly stood, stood on those spikes in my feet! I took in huge gasps of air! It hurt so much! The pain in my feet was unbearable! Slowly I slid down again. I now knew why the other girl was dancing on the cross. It was the only way to breathe.”

I saw the tears streaming down her face. I stopped my work and gathered her in my arms. I could feel her trembling at the memories. A searing pain blazed across my back! A second time I heard the whistle and the crack! I let go of Candy, who screamed as the short whip found her back! I looked up to see Mustapha, Theseus’s fearsome black slave, scowling at us. “Fuck in your own time, sluts!” I spat at him, earning a stinging crack across my breasts. “Once you’ve finished your work you can eat her out! Remember to lube her ass, she’s going to need it!” With a final, fearsome smile he walked away.

“Bully!” Candy called after him! To my surprise, she was smiling! She picked up her polishing cloth, “I wonder if he’s going to fuck me? She mused, “He is so huge, and he knows how to use that thing!”

A few minutes later we had finished our polishing and were sent off to prepare for the banquet. We were to serve the meal and would then be parcelled out to the guests to fulfil any further needs they might have. It was clear that this including any and all of their sexual needs. As the Sultan and his guests would be spending the night, I knew that this was going to be a long night for me and the other slaves.

Surprisingly, we were allowed make-up and were given clothes. Diaphanous harem pants that tied around the ankles and were tailored to emphasize the swell and shape of our buttocks, and silk bolero jackets. Mine barely covered my nipples, and as there was no way of fastening it, it was clear that it was designed to tantalise rather than afford any protection or modesty. Candy handed me a tube of lube. “Lube me up well, please. And I’ll do you. I don’t think the Sultan will want you, he’s only into boys or girls who look like boys, but its best to be prepared.” She smiled at me, then kissed my nipples. I certainly did not resemble a boy, but Candy? I worked the lube into her, then bent over so that she could do me. I hated the thought of anal sex, but had to admit that her fingers sent a delicious thrill into my core.
 
Chapter 29.

The Sultan arrived, with his usual retinue of followers, guards and the swarm of pretty boys that attended to his needs. We slaves were all kneeling submissively, ready to serve in any way required. Each one of the guests was allotted a slave to serve him for the evening. I was given to the commander of his guard, a massive brute of a man. Susan, the Sultan’s personal slave and chief advisor, knelt at his right hand. Candy at his left.

The evening progressed well. The food was excellent! Not that we slaves got to taste any of it, not unless our masters deigned to feed us scraps. My temporary master was not so inclined, but I noticed the Sultan feeding Susan choice titbits. There was entertainment, of course, musicians and dancers. After the meal, together with coffee, came the main entertainment of the evening.

A pipe started a lilting tune, introducing Amy, swathed in the traditional seven veils. Amy was a good dancer, and the men, the only women present were slaves, watched spellbound as she seductively shed each layer of fabric, until she was dancing naked for them. I wondered what was going through Susan’s head as she watched her daughter. The music rose to crescendo, the dance becoming more and more blatantly sexual and explicit. I noticed that the Sultan’s fingers were absently playing with Susan’s nipple, rolling and pinching it as he watched. The pipe fell silent as Amy sank to the floor.

There was muted applause, then a drum started a high, insistent rhythm. Mustapha appeared. He was naked but for a kilt of animal tails. His magnificent body shone with oil and sweat. He started a slow dance, his feet stamping! The drum increased its tempo, joined by another deeper toned one, and finally by a drum that shook the earth with its beat. His dance became more emphatic, feet slamming into the ground, a war dance of his tribe, fearsome and terrifying. The focus of his dance was the slender, naked girl lying on the ground. Suddenly the drums stopped. In the silence, all that could be heard was his deep breathing.

The pipe started its plaintive tune, almost inaudible. As if in a dream, Amy rose to her feet and started a seductive dance. The contrast between her and Mustapha was staggering! He was massive, all muscle. She was slender and delicate. Each one of his thighs was bigger than her waist! Her dance was explicit! She was offering herself to him! As the music dropped to a breathy whisper, she knelt in front of him, twitching away the kilt! His massive erection was revealed, as long and thick as her forearm, thicker, perhaps!

The drum started again, insistent, commanding! He started his dance again, turning around the kneeling girl. Suddenly, but in rhythm with the music, he picked her up! The audience gasped as, in one smooth movement, he impaled her on his massive cock! The dance continued, great thumping steps! Huge leaps! All with the girl impaled on his cock! Her legs were wrapped around his waist; she had every inch of him inside her. Her face was a picture of lust and ecstasy! The drums beat became faster, louder, stronger! Reaching a hammering crescendo! The sound was unbearable, the vibration going to the core of my body. Suddenly he threw her up in the air, her body spinning in pirouette! He was facing the Sultan. The drums were pounding out an insane beat! He caught her, her back to him, and to the final beat of the drum, slid his cock into her anus!

There was silence, then the Sultan applauded wildly! He motioned to the dancers to approach him. Mustapha eased Amy off his cock as they both knelt, panting from exertion and passion! The Sultan rose, and placed a heavy gold coin on each of their tongues.

Motioning to his guards and followed by Susan and Candy, he left the dining room.
 
Chapter 30.

I followed the Sultan’s bodyguard. I had not been relieved of my duties, and as a slave I was bound to obey him in all things. I followed him to the Sultan’s bedroom.

I was amazed at the number of people there! I knew the room well, having cleaned it only recently. It was dominated by a huge bed, while there were comfortable couches and chairs scattered around. Apart from the sultan, his bodyguard, Susan, Candy and I there were numerous of the Sultans pretty boys, running around like ants in a disturbed nest. Some of them were indeed very pretty, girl-like in every way. They undressed the Sultan, twittering about him like adoring birds, until he stood there in just a loincloth.

He was impressive! Although he was thickening around the waist, he was a big, powerful man. His thighs and shoulders were blocks of muscle. His face was cold, but not, I thought, cruel. He motioned Candy to come to him. Susan knelt against the wall, motioning me to do the same beside her. The bodyguard shooed all the boys out, allowing only one to remain. He was exquisite, beautiful as a girl. Gracefully he removed Candy’s skimpy garments, so that she stood naked and proud in front of the Sultan. He was so big, and she was so small.

Unintimidated, she flashed her impish smile and slowly turned around in front of him, allowing him to study her body at his leisure. When she had completed the pirouette, he made her turn around to face away from him. His hands traced the perfect globes of her bottom, a wistful smile appearing on his face. Candy gave me a gleeful grin, earning a scowl from the bodyguard.

The Sultan motioned to the boy, who carefully removed the royal loincloth. The Sultan stood there in naked splendour, half erect. The boy knelt in front of him, his mouth busy. I watched as the penis grew, not in length, but in girth. He was only about five or six inches long, but he was enormously thick!

Candy’s eyes widened as she saw what was coming to her. Susan rose, again with that graceful fluid motion that belied her forty odd years and prepared Candy, placing a bolster under her hips, ensuring that her butt was correctly offered. I knelt, not knowing what to do. Should I do anything at all? The guard stood, impassive, while the catamite knelt next to me, a sulky, jealous look on his face. Clearly he thought that he should be where Candy was.

The Sultan studied her back, ran his fingers gently down her spine, trailing them along the crack between her buttocks. Candy wriggled with pleasure. He was fully erect now, intimidatingly so! Again my eyes were drawn to Candy’s scars, this time on the bottom of her feet where the nails had emerged before entering the wood of the cross.

The Sultan straddled her. He was so big! He whispered something in her ear. She nodded. He kissed the softness at the back of her neck, then lowered himself onto her. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch.

I could hear Candy’s soft little grunts as he slowly inserted himself into her, inch by massive inch. Once there was a little yelp! Then I heard the rhythm pick up, the bed squeaking slightly. My eyes flicked open as I heard her moan, a moan not of pain, but of pleasure! I knew that moan; I had heard it before when she was in my arms.

Suddenly the rhythm quickened, I heard her gasp, the squeal her orgasmic squeal. The Sultan grunted, his buttocks clenching as he came. The catamite was weeping silent tears, bereft.

The Sultan moved started to withdraw. She looked back at him, eyes slightly unfocused. “Stay, please stay, my lord.” The Sultan settled down, still inside her, taking care not to crush her with his weight. He had a smile on his face, a satisfied smile.

The guard left the room, closing the door, leaving me inside. Candy was asleep in the Sultan’s arms, a dreamy smile on her face. Susan looked at me, winked, and opened her arms to me. We lay together on the floor, intertwined, until we, too, had sated our passion. The catamite curled up forlornly, weeping soft tears.
 
Chapter 31.

The next morning Candy and I were led back to our master’s compound. My body glowed after my night of lovemaking with Susan. She had given me the pleasure only another woman can give. I hoped I had pleased her as much as she had pleased me. Candy walked gingerly ahead of me, her back straight. She seemed to be just a little bit tender.

Aware of my gaze, she looked back over her shoulder, her impish smile lighting up her face. “He was big! I wonder if that poor boy was weeping from sorrow, or relief?” She waggled her tight buttocks at me. “You two had fun! It certainly sounded like it! Your tongue must be stiff this morning.”

I smiled at her back. The girl was incorrigible!

We were led into our master’s presence. He looked at us over his cup of coffee.

“So! The slaves have returned!” His smile was wide, his eyebrows lifting as he spoke. “You have done well! Both of you! The Sultan is well pleased! With both of you.”

He beckoned Candy to him. “Open that chest over there!” She bent over, opening a small, ornately decorated chest standing next to his chair. She gasped as the gleam of gold lit up the room. Her blue eyes turned to him. “That is a lot of gold, master. Where does it come from?”

“That is what the Sultan is offering me for you.” The master said softly. Her smile faded. “Yes, master. Please, may I say goodbye to my friends here?” She blinked a tear from her eye.

“Do you think I should accept it?”

Her voice was muffled. “I am but a slave, master. It is not for me to decide what is to happen to me.” Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. The master went down on his knees, gathering her in his arms. He held her for a long time, until the sobs subsided. Finally, he held her at arm’s length. “The Sultan knew my answer even before he sent this to me. So he also sent something else. From the table next to his chair he produced a gleaming, gold collar. He showed her the inscription. ‘ Candy. A faithful slave. She has pleased her Sultan well.’

“The Sultan’s message, which came with this,” he indicated the chest of gold, “said that I should give you this as thanks for one of the best nights he has had.”

Candy’s voice was small. “You, you mean you’re not selling me?” her face slowly lit up. “Oh! Thank you master!” She wrapped her arms around him, joyfully!

He rose, just a little stiffly, from his kneeling position.

“The contents of that chest belong to you. Both of you.” He paused for a moment. “There is enough there for you both to purchase your freedom, and live comfortably wherever you wish.”

My heart leapt! Freedom!!! To be my own person again! To wear clothes! No more whips! No more having to give my body to strangers! To live a normal life! No more slavery!

Candy’s face crumpled. “Don’t you want us any more?”

“It’s your choice, Candy.” He looked at me. “And yours, of course, Jackie.”

He had used my name! This was what freedom meant. I was a person again! My heart lifted. Free! Of course I would buy my freedom! Did he think there was any other choice?

Somewhere in the distance I heard a voice say. “Thank you, master. I am content with my fate as your slave. I have no desire to be free.”

Stupid woman, I thought. Who could be so stupid? The voice had sounded familiar. Almost…almost…like mine!

Candy’s tear streaked face lit up. “You’ll stay with me? Really? She threw herself into my arms.

Theseus, my master, came to us. His hand grasped my bald head, pulled it into his shoulder. “Thank you, slave. I hoped that you would want to stay.” His hands slid down my back, stroking my buttocks, a finger finding the pucker between them.

He kissed the top of my head. “The Sultan likes you. He thinks you are magnificent. Soon he wants you in his bed. He said he would imagine you were a young warrior. Face down, your breasts will not offend him.”

My back stiffened with indignation. “So proud, my slave. Come! I need you! Your breasts don’t offend me at all!”

With that he took my hand and led me into his bedroom. I followed willingly, like a good slave!

THE END

That is it, folks! Thanks for your patience. I hope you enjoyed it.
 
Oh wow, I literally just finished it during tonight’s outage. It touched me so deeply, so many incredible elements. Truly beautiful masochistic paradise with a cornucopia of pain

The crucifixion scars! Oh my Ghod, I have wondered before if it could be possible, with careful placement and modern medical after care if such a torture could be survived. And there you were, writing of it ten years ago!

The ending was absolutely perfect!

These words will stay with me in particular:

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Somewhere in the distance I heard a voice say. “Thank you, master. I am content with my fate as your slave. I have no desire to be free.”

Stupid woman, I thought. Who could be so stupid? The voice had sounded familiar. Almost…almost…like mine!”

For a true slave, this is the answer our soul would make even before our conscious mind knows the truth of it’s contentment in it’s enslavement. To serve a truly lovingly cruel owner forever is the deepest act of love a soul slave can offer!
 
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