by Don Winslow
“Ah, yes, to the victor goes the spoils!” Gratius cried, giving me a sly wink. “Come here, Uta, and accept your prize.”
But as the girl started forward, he stopped her. “But, wait! We almost forgot. First, you must kiss and make up. Let us all be assured that there are no hard feelings.”
The slave girls showed no surprise, but obediently turned to one another, and opened their arms to accept each other’s gleaming body in sisterly embrace. But it was hardly a sisterly kiss that was delivered when Uta kissed Leia, hard, directly on the open mouth. These well-trained slaves knew exactly what their lascivious master desired to see. For a moment, the two young women stood locked in a deep kiss, swaying slightly. Their arms tightened, as their warm bodies fitted together. The kiss broke, and the sweaty girls held each other loosely, looking into each other’s eyes.
“Uta, I think perhaps you’ve hurt your friend. That wasn’t very nice, the way you so shamelessly treated her lovely breasts. Now, you must say you’re sorry, and kiss them a little, just to make them feel better,” my randy host urged, clearly enjoying himself with a devilish gleam in his eye.
The thin girl mumbled an apology, and ducked her head, bringing her lips to the recently-abused tits. The kisses she bestowed were dry and perfunctory—a quick brush on each throbbing mound.
“No, better than that!” Gratius demanded.
Again Uta lowered her head and nuzzled Leia’s breasts, while her companion stood stock still, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, letting herself be kissed. As the lips caressed her sensitive tips, Leia let her head fall back while arching up her chest to accept the soothing relief offered to her ample bosom. Now Uta was kissing all over those tautly rounded curves, dragging her tongue after her lips, licking the still-oily tits lavishly, while Leia sighed and closed her eyes. A tiny smile came to her lips as she luxuriated in the waves of pleasure.
“Her nipples—suck on her nipples!” Gratius croaked in voice hoarse with passion.
Leia arched back even further, raising up those choice tips for the loving attention of her rival, while Uta nosed into a soft, elastic mound of flesh, and drew a big, pink nipple in between her teeth. She brought up a hand to cup the bulging tit, holding it firmly as she worked the nipple gently between her lips, drawing on the pliant tip, sucking softly, making Leia squirm in sensual delight. Only when he was satisfied that both nipples had been given adequate attention, did Gratius comment on the game.
Uta kept one arm slung loosely over Leia’s shoulder, while Leia slipped an arm around her rival’s waist. Gratius smiled at the gesture of sisterly affection. It was now obvious that Uta’s ministrations had been successful for the glistening nipples had grown and flowered; the aureoles tautly expanded; protruding tips stiff with excitement.
“Well, Leia, I see that you enjoyed making up. But shouldn’t you thank Uta for being so nice to your sore titties? After all, she’s the one who won the contest. Surely, it’s you who owes her proper tribute, no?” The lusty rogue was enjoying himself immensely. “Come now. It’s time you paid your proper respects to the conqueror. On your knees, my girl!”
Leia obediently slipped free from the loose embrace, and sank to her knees before her rival. Uta smiled down on the other girl in smug triumph, and went to reach for her defeated rival’s head.
“No, Uta! Turn around, and show us your cute bottom. Lean well over, and spread your legs.”
When she leaned forward to brace herself on her thighs, the bottom in question was offered in lewd invitation to the woman who knelt behind her.
“Go on, Leia! Kiss that perfect little behind of hers!!! And you better do a thorough job! I want you to show your proper respects. After all, to the victor goes the spoils!” Gratius crowed, highly amused at this display of his own perverted humor.
Leia did not hesitate, but brought her head forward to bring her lips to the jutting ass of her victorious rival. There she planted a long, lingering kiss, before licking and kissing all over the taut curves of those protruding cheeks, while Uta deepened the bow in her back, arched up and wiggled her shoulders in sheer sensual delight, savoring the delicious feel of that obeisant, hard-working tongue.
We watched fascinated, as Leia’s gleaming head with its faint stubble, moved in on the proferred ass, so she could thoroughly lap those twin curves. A powerful surge of lust welled up in me to see Leia making love to little Uta’s rump. My cock stiffened at the powerfully moving sight.
Once she had that narrow butt covered with a sheen of saliva, the randy whoremaster instructed the kneeling girl to clasp Uta by the hips, and thrust her tongue deep into the other girl’s crack. The wet, probing tongue electrified Uta, who shot upright. A shiver of pleasure shot up her spine, rippling through her shoulders, as the slithering tongue insinuated itself deep in her narrow cleft. Getting increasingly agitated, my insatiable host ordered the slavish girl to open up the clamping cheeks so as to expose Uta’s tiny anus. She was to pleasure the other woman by applying her tongue to the cringing asshole, and this she would do with wild enthusiasm, for by now both young women were squirming in heat, their excitement reaching a feverish pitch.
Uta had her eyes clenched tight. Her bald head was bobbing rhythmically. I saw her hands tighten on her knees as she held on against the wild thrills being generated by that intimately probing tongue. Leia dug her thumbs into the deep division between those tight cheeks, and pried the pliant mounds apart, licking assiduously, rooting in between the splayed cheeks with enthusiasm, till she had her rival moaning and writhing helplessly.
Suddenly the old satyr, with his perverse sense of timing, abruptly ordered a stop to the action.
Leia fell back to sit on her heels, her shoulders slumped, heaving raggedly. Her head was hung low. Her face was flushed and she was panting through her opened mouth. Uta was summoned to take her place before her lord and master. As she mounted the stairs, the serving girl came to her master’s side, holding the prize that had been designated for the victor. I was amused to see that what she held in her hand was a well-formed phallus, long and narrow and fashioned of smooth ivory. The slave girl was busy oiling the shaft, running her curved fingers up and down its length to apply a generous coating of oil. I also noticed that the rod appeared to be set into a sort of harness, from which a set of straps dangled down.
At a nod from the seated monarch, the serving girl proceeded to equip the victor with her award. She assisted as Uta stepped into the leather loops and drew the contraption up her legs, where it was buckled snugly into place around the girl’s straight, lithe body. The leg straps were tightened around that tight little butt, while a strap that had been left hanging down in front was now brought between her legs and secured to the back of the belt. Finally, the straps were pulled tight and cinched into place, thus providing the skinny girl with a bobbing phallus that stuck straight out from her vulva in a perverse parody of the male scepter.
Gatitus was pleased. He smiled and beckoned the girl to him so that he might personally inspect the tightness of fit. He ran his fingers along the belt that cinched Uta’s waist, and followed the snug leg straps that curved under her boyish butt. He yanked on the center strap, tugging the thin leather strip even deeper so that it was embedded between the girl’s labia. Turning her around, he gave her a friendly smack on the bottom that sent her scampering back down to the combat arena. I watched these fascinating preparations, utterly taken by the sight of the slightly-built girl sporting a phallus that bobbed obscenely as she bounded down the stairs to where her rival awaited her.
Uta knew what to do. I got the distinct feeling that this was not the first time that these slave girls had been made to put on such a show before their lecherous lord. Stepping up to the kneeling girl she reached down and paused to fondle Leia’s right breast. Leia looked up at her, and when their eyes met, Uta placed a hand flatly at the top of the girl’s chest and pushed steadily, shoving her backwards so that the Leia fell onto her back, propped up on her elbows, legs spraw
led out on the pillows.
Uta knelt down beside her, the phallus bobbing and swaying as she did so. Gradually, she lowered herself so the two slave girls lay snuggled together side by side on the mat. I expected to see a swift business-like penetration, and perhaps some perfunctory and disinterested fucking, but these girls had been well trained and they knew their master’s preference for a Sapphic performance that was slow and loving. And so they embraced and kissed, warmly and tenderly, holding each other and moving together like lovers often do. Their oily bodes were intertwined, the kisses getting longer, deeper as they squirmed hotly on the mat. Heated hands moved up and down each other’s body, exploring the slippery curves with increased urgency.
I quickly glanced at my host to see that he had summoned the girl who a sat at his feet. She must have known her master’s unspoken wish for this lissome girl proceeded to docilely lay herself down across his lap, draping her slim, supple body over his widespread thighs so that her head hung down at one end, and her legs angled down to the floor at the other.
The casually-assumed pose served to present the slave girl’s randy master with her perky, upturned bottom. His hand casually brushed up the little skirt of tunic to uncover that splendid feminine behind: a superb bottom ready to be admired, stroked, and fondled as he watched the sweaty girl-on-girl action unfolding before him. For a moment he paused to consider that shapely little butt, then his hand moved, cupping the tautly-rounded skin at the back of a thigh and following that smooth column till it slid up to capture a pert, neatly-rounded cheek, and there it lingered, lightly squeezing and enjoying the feel of that pleasing curve.
My own need was soaring towards a climax and I rushed to follow my host’s example. Pulling the little serving girl to me, I brushed back my kilt, and placed her small oily hand squarely on my swollen penis.
Now the two lovers were writhing in the full bloom of raging passion. Uta was slowly massaging a handful of Leia’s ample tit, while the other girl had managed to get a hand between them, and currently had a finger inserted up Uta’s vagina. I watched them moving, sliding slickly over one another, till Uta had gained the dominant position, her body placed along the length of her lover’s.
Uta reached down to throw open Leia’s legs. Suddenly, Leia became strangely passive, letting her slack limbs be rearranged, looking up at her dominating lover with lips parted and expectant. Uta passed a hand between those loose legs and fondled her rival’s denuded sex, causing the poor girl to whimper in her desperate need. Then, getting up to kneel between the splayed legs, she reached down to hold the phallic rod, and guide it to the gaping lips of her defeated lover.
Enraptured by the fiery lesbian action, I couldn’t take me eyes off the hot performance. When I managed to swallow the sudden upsurge of pleasure and open my eyes again, I saw that the rod had been inserted between Leia’s slick lips. Uta drove in, falling forward, plunging the carved phallus right into the churning depths of her lover’s sex. She started to move immediately, her hips bucking in smooth even rhythm that had the gleaming shaft pistoning in and out of the hot, clinging cunt. Leia groaned and tossed her head from side to side, being driven mad with pleasure as her sister fucked her with the ivory shaft.
I tried to ignore the hand on my prick, but the exquisite feel of those slim oily fingers wriggling their way over my erect manhood sent me soaring to ecstatic heights, so that I had to fall back weakly on the couch. With a surge of effort I worked to repress the urge to come, struggling against the rising tickle of excruciating pleasure, vowing to hold on a bit longer with all the determination I could muster.
Through half-lidded eyes I saw that the expression on Uta’s face matched my own grim determination as she drove in ruthlessly, savagely violating her fellow slave with an intensity that surprised me. She had Leia openly moaning now, thrashing about on the mat, her hips undulating in time to the crashing pounding she was being given. I watched Leia’s wide-spread legs begin to slowly rise, instinctively coming up to invite even deeper penetration till her feet were fluttering high in the air, and her thighs were grappling with the other girl’s thrusting loins.
Uta bucked furiously, riding her conquest till she came, deriving whatever pleasure she could from seeing the other woman helpless and moaning below her. When she dismounted, leaving her defeated rival in a depleted heap, the insatiable phallus was still sticking straight out from her loins, bouncing eagerly as if looking for new conquests.
At that moment, the little minx who held my manhood loosely in her curled fingers, tightened her little fist, and viciously yanked on me. The sudden stab of pleasure brought my hips high up off the couch and I twisted there in the wind, caught in the tight grip of that little feminine hand. Again and again she jerked, and I came in an explosion of intense pleasure.
You would have thought that Leia’s climax might have ended the performance, but the voracious sexual enthusiast who ruled the manor had not yet reached his own satisfaction. He was happily spanking the little ass of the girl who writhed in his lap, shouting his encouragement to Uta all the while, when Leia came with a mighty thud. He paused in his efforts to warm the girlish bottom on his lap. He was pleased, yet not quite ready to dismiss his prized “gladiators.” He had one final demand. A thoughtful expression came over his face as his hand slowly rubbed the heated cheeks of the girl who squirmed hotly on his lap. Turn about was fair play, he pontificated in prim tones.
Uta was to unbuckle the contraption and hand it over to her rival, so that it might be secured around Leia’s robust loins. The vanquished would thus be allowed to take her revenge on her conqueror and the next command showed just how fiendish that lovable old satyr really was. It was her master’s desire that the phallus be used as a back-door weapon. She would be instructed to savage the other girl’s skinny ass—an order she carried out with considerable gusto.
Chapter Five
CURIOUS PLEASURES
Among the unique delights of the House of Gratius were the many novel and imaginative ways devised by the inventive proprietor to display his girls for the perusal of his many guests and customers. I well remember the day when the pretty slave who met me at the door escorted me straight through the big house to where my host waited for me on the back verandah. This porch was built as a wide curve, a semi-circle that jutted out, opening onto the grassy lawn below and giving a superb view of the lake. A line of tall columns was set along the outside rim of the sweeping verandah.
And now I saw that to each column our ingenious host had affixed a female slave! Each girl was secured with her hands against her side, her back to the column, and kept in place by three thin leather strips that looped her nude body: one cutting into the soft flesh just below the breasts; another snugly belting her loins by spanning her hips; the third pressing tightly into the flesh across at line at mid thigh. On a leisurely summer’s day one could stroll along the verandah, enjoying the view, pausing here and there to admire these “living statues” that adorned the vista, perhaps to run one’s hands over a firm young body, or to sample between one’s fingers a conveniently-placed nipple.
Guests were encouraged to handle the wares. And sometimes games and contests were held, each more perversely erotic than the last. One of the favorite games of the male guests (and the occasional female guest as well) would involve arousing the slave girls’ passions, fondling their healthy, responsive bodies shamelessly till they had the young women squirming in the heat of desire. The object was to see who would be the first to bring his “statue” to a climax. For this game the slaves were blindfolded, and then tied in such a way that their legs were stretched open and held apart, giving free access to their splayed pussies. Gratius, who had thoroughly explored the many uses of olive oil, would see to it that a generous coating of that versatile lubricant would be poured over the tightly-bound slaves, so that their lustrous bodies stood gleaming in the sunshine.
Quite naturally, I had the opportunity to try my hand at this contest, selecting a slightly bui
lt girl whose dimly circumscribed breasts sported plump little nipples that stuck out impudently, just begging to be touched. I came up to her now, as my fellow contestants (there were four of us) took their respective places along the curving line of columns.
I stood only inches from the slave, admiring her short, close cropped hair. Most of her features were hidden by the wide silk swath that formed the blindfold, but I could tell that she was fair of skin; her hair, a soft golden brown; her neatly-chiseled lips, pursed and full of promise. The slave girl stood alertly, small pointed chin held high above the collar that banded her throat, lips expectantly parted, her young, hard body keen with anticipation. My eyes took in her splayed out form, the vulnerable womanhood pulled open between the sinewy muscles of those out-stretched thighs, the trim ankles, and narrow, delicate feet. I watched her shallow breathing: the lithe, nubile chest gleaming with oil; the slight swells of her young nascent breasts glistening, pert nipples shining in the noonday sun.
When I put my hands around the girl’s banded neck she flinched, drawing in a sharp gasp of surprise at the first contact, for I had approached her stealthily, and the blindfolded young woman didn’t know that a silent admirer stood watching her only inches away. I moved my hands up her neck to hold her face between my hands. Still holding her, I drew one finger across her small mouth, pressing the fleshy lips back. This charming creature obediently opened her mouth to readily take in my impertinent finger, and begin sucking on it. The girl was superbly well trained! I moved my finger in her hot little mouth exploring the palpitating tongue, tracing the gums, the ridge of teeth, while she sucked and moved her lively tongue under and around my probing digit. Extracting my finger, I slid my hands over the collar and down her neck, to rest them on the girl’s oily shoulders.
