Chapter 9. Sylvia's story
Mary settled into her corner, the cricket bat ready at her side. Peering over
the edge she saw Melious lying on a mattress, her back and buttocks now well
striped, her head between Bella's legs trying to satisfy Bella's lust. Snotface
alongside suckling Bella's breasts. Another slave was being spanked as she
sucked a soldier's cock but she seemed to be enjoying it and pushing up her bum
to receive each smack. Other girl slaves were being 'raped', some giving token
resistance.
A little later Mary watched as a middle-aged buxom woman whose slave name Mary
remembered was Sylvia because she had stated she was a Briton and wouldn't bow
to the Romans even by changing her name. "She likes it rough," her husband whose
name Mary couldn't recall had said when she undressed him, "She wants to be
really forced and punished before taking as many cocks as she can get." Now it
looked as if she was going to get her wish.
Sylvia did indeed like to be made to take it hard. Even though her husband
James, now Jamium, tried he was never man enough for her when in her monthly
cycle she found herself in need of strong sex. Bert, her big uncouth gardener
and his Boy, who was always called just Boy even though he was twenty-six years
old, were better. They didn't mess about. They were rough men with calloused
hands that treated her like the whore she really was or wanted to be. Whenever
she went into the potting shed with them she came out sore, dripping with sperm
from one or more of her holes and stripes from a bamboo cane across her arse or
elsewhere. Her last visit to the shed had been great but very painful. She
recalled the time as one soldier with a cock a little on the small side for her
liking thrust in an out of her cunt. It was a nothing kind of fuck and her mind
wandered........
The rain poured down so the two gardeners wouldn't be outside working. "They'll
be in the potting shed sitting by the little stove, idle, perhaps expecting me,"
Sylvia said to herself, "I won't disappoint them." Her assumption that they were
expecting her was correct. It had been several weeks since she had last come and
put her body at their disposal. Now they sat around the stove, smoking their
rollies, supping tea and discussing what they would do if she did turn up.
"We'll 'ave plenty of time today," Bert told Boy, "Hubby's still away and not
due back till late and 'e likes it when she all nice and tender for 'im. She's
'ad no men visitors for the last couple of days so she'll be really randy like.
There's nothing much we have to do here while this rain pisses down. We'll make
sure she'll be well fucked and sore by the time she goes back to 'er 'ouse. Yer
know 'ow 'er likes it rough, so we'll give to 'er rough. Nice to make the bitch
boss squeal."
Hardly had Sylvia put her brolly down before Bert and Boy grabbed her arms and
roughly stripped her naked. Although she had put up some resistance in no time
they'd tied her with plastic raffia spread-eagle fashion, to the dirty bench.
"Yer in for a long hard session this time, missus," Bert told her and she got
it. Boy started the session by climbing on the bench and pissing all over her.
"Give 'er a good wash Boy," Bert encouraged as he massaged the pungent liquid
over her face and body with his rough hands.
"Yeah. It's better fer 'er skin than those fancy par'foomes," Boy grinned.
Sylvia couldn't agree and would spend a long time in the bath later, trying to
remove the smell. As she lay there, warm piss spraying her white flesh
squealling and threatening the pair with the sack or worse, she tried to
understand why she gave herself to these men such a despicable way. Part of her
detested it and yet she seemed powerless to resist the urge to give herself to
them completely, whatever they might do. However much it might hurt, humiliate
and disgust her. That was the excitement that brought her to a sexual high.
Knowing she was utterly helpless and would be forced to do whatever these crude
men wanted. That was why she came to these parties.
A change of soldiers, a change of cocks interrupted her musing but only until
the rhythm started again and she could close her eyes once more.
While she was still wet Bert took a bamboo plant cane to her stomach and the
tops of her thighs. The strokes raised livid welts and had her screaming but
Bert liked it when she screamed. Before long his erection became painful.
Opening his overalls he rammed his large cock hard into her cunt. Boy, not to be
outdone, did same with her mouth. Sylvia didn't even try to spit it out. Even
when they had spent themselves they didn't leave her alone but tormented her
breasts with their teeth and flicked her nipples the tip of the cane until her
breasts were red and sore. "Yer know what Boy? Bert started, "I think these 'ere
tits of 'ers could do wi' a little nettle rub, don't you?"
Boy agreed grinning, "Yeah and that cunt mound of 'ers she shaves like a
babbies!" He put on a pair of hide gloves and dashed outside. "These'll do
nicely," he said when he returned moments later with a large bouquet of the
green weeds He shook the wet from his hair and the nettles, "They're nice and
young from the patch we cut down a week or two back. They'll have plenty of fire
in them and the stalks are still soft. Sylvia struggled and protested even
though she knew it was of no use. It only meant the raffia cut further into her
wrists and ankles. Never before had they used nettles on her. Occasionally she
had been stung by accidentally brushing against one so she knew how painful this
could be but had little perception of what it would be like to have then rubbed
into sensitive parts of her body. Boy didn't keep her long in suspense. Breaking
the bunch apart he rubbed them hard into the red tits. The stinging pain from
the leaves, together with the abrasion from the dirty hide gloves caused Sylvia
to scream and scream but her tormentors only laughed, believing it was what she
wanted. In a way she did.
Taking a fresh bunch of nettles Boy repeated his painful massage not only of her
cuntal mound but inside as well. He forced his gloved finger and nettle leaves
inside her opening. Never had Sylvia felt such pain. Caning was sharp pain, this
was torture but her pleading for it to stop went unheeded.
Bert and Boy were again hard enough for another fuck session. First though they
turned her over and re-fastened her face down on the bench. Bert put his cock to
her mouth saying, "Drinkies time." This was something Sylvia had before and
hated so she resolutely tried to keep her mouth closed. Boy brought the bamboo
plant stick down across her arse. It broke. "Get a bigger one and lay it on real
hard," Bert demanded. The one he found was over six feet long. When Sylvia saw
the fearsome stick she shook her head, no but the pair enjoyed torturing their
employer and Boy just grinned as he swung the cane in a wide arc to connect with
considerable force on her arse. Sylvia tried to scream but only hoarse cries
came out. As she opened her mouth Boy laid another deep welt across her backside
and Bert thrust his cock to the back of her throat. Taking his time, he pissed.
Some spilled out but much went down. Again, without warning he shoved his cock
in her tenderized cunt and gave her another hard fucking. "You can give her a
drink to, if you have any left," Bert said. "No, I fancy fucking her arse and
then pissing," Boy replied and when Bert had finished he did so.
Later recovering in the house, James examined the welts, applied cream and took
her in the arse himself. The nettle rashes were more difficult to treat. Water
only made them sting more and all the creams seemed ineffective. "You'd better
go easy for the next few weeks, Sylvia," he said, "We've had an invitation to a
Roman orgy at Prude's and I'll try and make sure you are well and truly serviced
there." Now he was keeping his word. As Mary watched from her hiding place,
Sylvia was dragged by the four soldiers to where Bella lay. Melious had now been
taken away and was being fucked by two soldiers, Snotface was still attending to
Bella's tits.
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"Will yer tickle this bitch's tits for us Bella? She being a bit reluctant
to......" the biggest of the four men asked before being interrupted by Sylvia
who seemed panic stricken that Bella was being asked to do it.
"No! No! Not her." The words came clearly through to Mary. "You can do it
yourselves, not her!"
"Shut up slave," the big man ordered gripping one of the tits, "She'll do the
job properly."
"You know if I tickle them they'll be sore for a month and I need her collar
owners permission before I can touch her," Bella stated.
"Don't you dare give her that permission James," Sylvia tried to order her
husband but he just slapped her arse and told her to shut up as well and then
gave her over to Bella. The breasts, that had been so badly tortured a month ago
were now healed and bore little sign of their previous mistreatment. The now
smooth white globes wouldn't be that way for long.
"Just the tits now Bella. We want to work on her arse with a cane but we think
the whip is better for tits." Bella got up and led the group to the frame.
Pinioning Sylvia's wrists she fastened them to the overhead frame and then
pulled her feet back a little so Sylvia's body was leaning forward at a slight
angle allowing her tits to sag clear of her body. All the time Sylvia was
pleading for them not to allow it but her husband just told Bella to get on a do
a good job. She knew that meant she had a free hand to lay the lash on as she
liked. And she would!
"You asked for some really rough treatment. Now you are going to get it from a
professional, not the gardeners," James told her just before the first stroke of
the whip laid itself across both breasts. They bounced at the impact, Sylvia
screamed. The noise attracted a crowd of onlookers who urged Bella on. As if she
actually needed it.
"Look at those jugs swing." "Give them a real tickle Bell." "Get the nipples,
Bircher." Bella, now the centre of attraction and in her element, laid the lash
on cruelly until Sylvia looked like she might pass out. At that point James
called a halt and released his wife's feet so she might stand. The big soldier
came forward and rammed his cock into her and gave her a bear hug, pressing the
tortured tits to his chest while humped his cock into her.
"Isn't anyone going to use her arsehole?" Big soldier shouted. One came forward
a obliged.
When that ordeal was over Sylvia was taken to the vaulting horse, laid face up
on it and strapped down. James went to the wall and bought back a supply of
canes. "She wanted as many men to fuck her as possible and I hope you can
fulfill her wish After you've fucked her, rate her performance and give her no
more than six strokes of the cane. Anywhere. One soldier poked her for only a
short time and then laid six across the top of her thighs. Then came a short
man. He had already thrashed one slave on the inside of her legs, now he wanted
another but this time it was her cunt that would receive his attentions. After
he had performed, he chose a very thin cane that would bend right round and
sting her arsehole as well as cutting into her cuntal lips.
The first stroke brought a tortured cry from Sylvia. Bella, who had come across
to watch, silenced that by sitting across her face and rubbing her cunt on the
victims mouth. The wicked cane swelled the flesh around Sylvia's openings so
those that followed had difficulty in entering. This pleased him.
Two more fucked and caned her but not as severely and only two strokes each.
James now wanted her turned arse up. "Wait a moment," cried Bella, " I'm nearly
there and I want to pee." Lifting herself slightly she yelled, "Get that tongue
right in there girl and when I've come keep that mouth wide open and drink." She
emphasised each word by squeezing the tits she had whipped so badly. Watched by
men and women alike, Bella ground herself on Sylvia's mouth until her climax
came. "Okay, open that mouth." Bella lifted herself an inch so the spectators
could see. At first the piss just filled Sylvia's mouth but then she had to
swallow until all had gone without too much over flowing.
"May I do that as well, please?" The voice belonged to a small slave.
"Yes, of course," James answered, "Anyone can but seeing you are a slave,
afterwards you will have to replenish your supply from me." For a moment the
girl looked shocked and then nodded her agreement.
Sylvia was almost completely out of it when she was turned face down. Several
more soldiers took her and used the cane but none too severely. James added half
a dozen of his own before having her carried to a mattress and laying alongside
her.
Things gradually quietened down after that. Most of the soldiers were exhausted
and the women very sore. Most slept or dozed on the mattresses although a few
made their way upstairs to find an empty room. Roderick came in and covered the
sleepers with blankets. Apart from a few whispered comments, all was quiet. Mary
crouched in her dark corner but could not sleep. "How can anyone in their right
mind come to a party and allow herself to be whipped like Sylvia did? Or get
beaten like Snotface and Melious?" she asked herself time and time again without
coming to any satisfactory conclusion.
