Silvana's Quest

by Caroline Swift

  Controlling her nervousness, Silvana took up her position alongside the trim buttocks which she thought could do with the same unbridled sort of beating she herself had had only too often from Mila, waiting for her own punishment. She had her words ready, similar to those the bitch herself used to utter when confronting poor kittens like this naked Kitana.

  "Now, Kitana, you slothful slut," - she had learnt much over the long weeks of custody how to ready a slave for whipping - "I'm going to lash that arse until it's like the sun setting over Lower Saronis. And you remember home, don't you, even if you weren't chained naked then, as now? You've let us others down. You need flogging, not frigging, to orgasm."

  "Yes, mistress," the slung body murmured, addressing the only being who had shown her a spark of sympathy in the past. "Please, don't make me bleed... I'm afraid of the whip."

  "Oh, are you? Well, I'm going to whip your little crotch till you come. Understand?"

  "Yes, mistress. I'll try." At that, Damiana smiled. The blonde showed promise, even if the chained slut did not. And suddenly the thongs hissed with a sibilant rush of leather, flattening the clenched cheeks of sparse rump meat and the shrieks began forthwith. Silvana gave her a dozen lashes, well separated in time and place, watching the cheeks rebound and redden. Never before had she experienced so great a pleasure - even when nearing orgasm herself under the scourge - as that she now knew in marking the helpless youngster. The yells drove her to thrash harder. Even when she went round to the front of the slung body to flay the breasts and belly, her talent, to Damiana's surprise, redoubled with force. About to curtail the punishment, the overseer suddenly saw her favourite ram her crotch into Kitana's face.

  "Tongue me, you selfish bitch," the blonde cried, "and, by the holy Locrana, I'll whip you into orgasm." As the timid tongue did what it was told, Silvana slashed down the back, the thongs burying deep into the ringed slot between the thighs. At the sixth lash, a long cry, smothered in Silvana's sex labia, sputtered out of Kitana. The mouth jerked away from the wet cunt and yelled. The chained body tensed and Damiana was given the unbelievable sight of the stagnant, torpid slag shuddering in orgasm. It had taken time but it was incredible.

  "You see," Silvana said, wrenching Kitana's head back, "you can spend when made to, you idiot. Of course, you can when you're whipped like that and sucking a juicy cunt. Now, come again, not timidly as just now nor as in your bunk in the Slave Quarters."

  The thongs splashed again into the vulva and, sure enough, Kitana released all she had in her, her second spasm reducing her to a palpitating, slung carcass of jerking tendons.

  "Well, I must say," Damiana remarked with a smile, "that was quite a surprise and a treat. You certainly show promise, Silvana, as I suspected." Then she muttered: "Of course, as your Thanon is away, I expect you in my bed tonight. Come to me wet as you are now."

  Silvana nodded, only to turn back to Kitana, wiping off her scourge in the matted hair, as she had seen her former mistress do. She gave a rat's tail a sharp tug. "You need to be cunt whipped, Kitana dear, to get all that repressed lust lurking in you fired up. Isn't that so?"

  What she received were a few incoherent groans and then something she had not expected. "Oh, Silvana...that was so good. I came because it was you...Silvana, I adore you!"

  Then the chained one passed out, as a candle is extinguished in a gust of wind.

  Silvana was about to replace her whip on the instrument panel among the coils of breast-binding cord, when Damiana stopped her. "Your initial session's not over, beautiful. You said you wanted to practice on this one, too." The gloved hand waved in the direction of Mila. "So, go ahead while you've the chance. The Elders want her punished for lack of discipline and brought to heel as a slave again but with the whip."

  Her gullet tightening at the invitation, the blonde beauty crossed the flagstones to confront the vicious little hyena who had given her so much atrocious pain, depriving her of orgasm. Naked as a nail, Mila stood fully chained, ankles fettered apart to floor bolts, so that the gluttonous little crotch was spread, the wrists drawn up to rings set in the vaulting. Hoping her onslaught would be really painful, Silvana had to concede that Sefket knew how to stretch a female body for punishment.

  The slut's violet eyes glared defiantly at her successor, as Silvana noticed the sexual extremities drooping under the weight of far heavier slave rings than usually employed. Yet, the tips of the breasts were as yet unringed, sharp and provocative, as if challenging the blonde novice who had usurped her place as a slave handler. In no hurry to commence, Silvana stared at the taut nudity of the girl's belly and thighs and, for the first time, studied the folds of overused, umber sex flesh jutting from the newly shaved cunt. What excited the blonde especially was the rim of the thorax bridging the downward sweep of the abdomen and the lines of muscle bordering the navel to meet the pubic mound and the slit below that Silvana only too readily recalled having been forced to lick countless times. However lascivious her looks - even Rainer, with whom Mila regularly slept, objected to her filthy demands - the young bitch was a real specimen of sexual depravity. Silvana's hatred seethed as she reminded herself how the slag had treated her as offal fat while greasing the flesh tongs. Now, restricted to a mere whip, the liberated one wondered how best to make the odious swine suffer.

  Damiana gave her time to study the nude, quite aware of the enmity between the two and watching the superb blonde slap the taut, blue-veined breasts, as if priming them for the whip, and then stride round the figure to decide how to begin. At least, the bitch presented better flogging meat than the forlorn Kitana.

  To Damiana's delight, her protégée hefted a breast with the handle of her scourge and glanced at her. The nod of averment from the slave mistress raised a smile from the avenger who wrenched on each nipple in turn to free the sweating flesh from the ribs. Though half the size of her own, the thick nubs were quite enough to satisfy Silvana, whose own teats had also swollen, in unison. By Phranis, those bulges would requite what her own had suffered.

  As to Damiana's sentiments, they had changed radically. Although Mila had carried out her duties well enough, her wanton savagery did deserve correction; in any case, such were the orders of the Master and Elders, who had no time for fractious insubordinates.

  "Now, this one you know all too well, Silvana. She requires punishment for abusing her authority. I'm sorry for her but that's how things go here. But she's a tough one, so there's no need to spare her. Hurt her as much as you wish but be sure to stop before her pain turns into lust. For Sefket would not wish that. Perhaps you would like to stay to watch him torture her breasts with the tongs and bodkins, or whatever he has in mind, after flogging her. So warm her up. He would welcome it, since it will save him the effort." She turned to the stretched body. "You deserve what's coming to you, don't you, Mila? Silvana whips hard."

  The slim nude grimaced, glowering at her former supervisor and watching Silvana's tongue licking a lip with pleasure. Quite clearly, Silvana thrilled at the unexpected treat, seeming hardly able to believe her good fortune, recalling two particularly arduous sessions Mila had covertly subjected her to in Damiana's absence from the Gratification Chamber - and another, administered in a punishment alcove on the way back to the Slave Quarters. That had left her welted beyond belief and bleeding from the rump after being hooked to the wall by the nipple rings. The diabolical bitch had used all her force and cruelty in marking the yoghurt-white masses of the arse; each stroke, Silvana remembered, had slammed her against the putrid stonework of the recess, slathering her with slime, and the pounding had almost torn the metal circles out of her teats. That, together with the time the trollop had chained the clit ring to a floor hasp, the wrists to the top of the flogging post in Precinct Four, so that she was curved outwards, had left a mark on her, in more ways than just physically. The drab had raked her flesh, back and front, with a spiked glove until her screams had, once
again, brought Damiana to the rescue. It took a couple of days and nights in the Slave Quarters for Odile to treat the lacerations. If and when the blonde were ever to avenge herself on the brat, Damiana knew she would do so without mercy. That time had come.

  "May I start on her breasts, mistress?" came the soft enquiry.

  "Well, that's not customary, as you know from experience, Silvana dear. The buttocks should be welted first. But I think Sefket would like those for himself. As to the slag's limp balcony of mammary meat, which hardly matches yours, my sweet, I've no objection if that's where you feel you need to practice. In that case, you should use the quirt. After all, we don't intend to wreck her. Some of our more gifted courtiers enjoy flaccid tits like hers."

  A trifle disappointed to be deprived of using the scourge on what tempted her most, the trainee returned to the instrument rack, making sure Mila heard the footsteps and creak of the new boots.

  The immense, well-ordered panoply of implements amazed her again. After letting her gaze travel over the leathers, cinching cords and mass of metal objects, she found what she wanted: the black quirt resembled one that the slag Mila had used on her breasts. The broad tongues, as usual, were split at the ends to ensure they induced ample pain when applied to the sides of the bulges and, to her delight, the haft took the form of a thick, ribbed penis. Damiana nodded as Silvana grasped the weapon and felt its weight.

  Gazing longingly at the golden-haired novice returning to the chained nude, the slave mistress recalled the night of her entry into the Vestibule of Welcome. Even there, although grimed with filth, the blonde had tempted her and, sure enough, throughout her training and subsequent carnal service, had shown a greater appetite for the whip and instruments, wherever they were applied, than most slaves she had come across in her years of duty as an overseer. Quite apart from Silvana's placid performances when being passed from one courtier to another for flogging, erotic torture and sex, the girl's role as a dominant was indeed promising; she seemed not only at ease with a whip in her hand but above all, infinitely attractive. In a way, Damiana would not have objected to being whipped - as in her slave days - by such a beauty, but that was now out of the question for a senior mistress.

  The sole drawback lay in Thanon's constant need of his concubine, together with his sanction to allow Saletha to call upon her whenever she required her as part of her team to prepare slaves for use. At the same time, she knew the arrangement was far from satisfying Saletha but no other solution seemed available for the moment. And, after all, the blonde had made this Kitana slut orgasm under the whip and hence had saved her from being assigned to service in the prisons. And that was more than Mila had achieved.

  She watched Silvana take up her position before the demoted victim and was surprised to see her stand facing her victim rather than, as was the palace practice, to the side. But she let her be. The performance was beyond belief - vicious, accurate and delicious to watch.

  And with reason. For, when the quirt fell, she realized the novice was striking the breasts, now forehand and then backhand, with astonishing accuracy and verve. The mounds of slack flesh lurched, slapping sideways like tolling bells, the young flogger uttering an oath with each lash. Mila's cries began far sooner than Damiana expected and, as the trouncing - or rather vengeance - mounted in ferocity, the dugs darkened with purple bruises, the teats swelling like gorged grapes, as if ready to burst and spurt their juice.

  Somewhere around the thirtieth lash, the condemned reprobate shrieking madly, Silvana used the quirt on the ribs and was descending to the sex. So intense were the strokes, the yells deafening, that Damiana felt obliged to put a stop to the ordeal, which truly seemed like deliberate revenge. On no account could she allow the girl to reach the cunt or even the buttocks which areas were the preserve of Sefket the Lame.

  "That should suffice, Silvana dear. Our Master of Dungeons would not approve if you whipped lower than that. Nor would he be pleased if the teats were too blighted, for he's sure to want to torture them. Let's call that a day, shall we?"

  Although approaching her orgasm, as when she was whipped in the past as a slave, Mila was given no chance of climaxing. She just hung, writhing. In any event, she was determined not to offer the blonde bitch the pleasure of seeing her come. To be reduced to tears was bad enough. She stood panting and staring at her lashed breasts and then at her sweating flogger, whose inner thighs were already glistening with outpour, like her own.

  Silvana replaced the quirt in its place among the other gear, after wiping it off in her victim's hair - just as the little beast used to do with her own locks - and turned to Damiana.

  "I'm afraid I need practice, mistress," she said, breathless, mopping her brow.

  "Perhaps, but not much. That was surprisingly efficient, I must say. Tomorrow, Saletha will give you a turn with a male and an erect cock, maybe one of the new lads your Master and Hephaistos will be bringing up from the villages. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

  The blonde dream, attractively flushed from the effort expended on the nude horror, nodded. Then, at the mention of her owner, she realized she was momentarily deprived of him and his phallus. She pictured him breaking into other hovels in Lower Saronis, choosing potential slaves, and then imagined him also chaining her to his bed on his return. She could hardly wait to hear those footsteps of his mounting the stairs of the eastern tower.

  Damiana drew her towards the granite slab on which she had perched herself to enjoy the beating and eased Silvana's arse on to the cool stone. "Now, sweet one, we've both earned our compensation, haven't we? I don't think I can wait to offer us my bed. So, up with those lovely thighs and lock them behind me, as you did the other night. And ram this into me and the other end into that weeping slot of yours. After what you've just enjoyed, I wager you'll come before me - just look at the state of your clit...it's like a hot little poker!" Detaching a thick double-dildo from her belt, the woman eased one extremity into her gleaming sex and the other up into Silvana's. The two crammed quims met along the curved rod and went to work crushing the clits amid succulent slime. The tongues came out to slobber and flick over each other, with Kitana and the sobbing Mila watching the loins slither together along the rod.

  When Sefket hobbled in, the slushings were in full spate. For a moment he watched the clenched bodies at work on the slab, the two pairs of breasts colliding with liquid slaps, and then he gave a toothless grin. Then he crossed to Mila, his crapulous penis hardening as he hoisted her ravaged breasts to study the welts.

  "At least this whore's upper deck has got off to a useful start," he remarked, twisting the swollen teats. "No need for more of the whip there, before they’re ringed.” Then he glanced at the sagging arse cheeks. "But as to the saddlebags back here, I'll ensure they're properly larruped. We'll see to that once those two over there are finished, since that's the slab with the tightest chains to stretch a spindle-shanked slave like you."

  Amid her tears, Mila managed a helping remark. "But, most noble master...you can do the flogging," she knew she was doomed, "and the ringing where I am. I'm already pierced."

  "Are you indeed? How can I remember all you slags?" He wrenched a purple nub as if to wrench it off the areole, peered at it and then let it spring back. "Yes, the hole's there. And, true, I could fix your teats where you stand. But, no. It's on to the slab you're going, all the same, slut. Why should I stoop to ring your slimy cunt? And I notice it hasn't had the whip to bloat it." He looked at her again. "You're Murderous Mila, aren't you? I thought I recognized those tits. So, back in chains, eh? Well, I'm going to enjoy this."

  Dragging the club-foot, his fist coaxing his overworked phallus to stand firm, he went to the fearful frame to select a crotch cane, Mila watching him through a veil of tears. She hoped he would not alter her position and hang her by the legs. She and her crotch were out of practice. As the ghoul shuffled back, a flesh awl in one hand, the other s
macking a bamboo rod against his boot, the two dildo-coupled women on the slab cried out in unison, hugging each other in orgasm. Sliding out of her moaning partner, Damiana swabbed the slab clean of what she and the blonde had spilled, Silvana too exhausted to help. Then she laid out the collection of rings destined for her former assistant and the two departed, entwined, leaving Mila to continue her lamentations and Sefket his sacred duties

  The descent to Lower Saronis and its teeming environs had proved trying for the Master of Slaves and his associate. The warm dry wind blowing over the lee of the Bithynian hills towards the frontier with Mestria had almost caused them to turn back. But Thanon knew the Elders were sorely in need of a fresh consignment of servile flesh, the courtiers becoming discontented with what was available to flog and fuck. The freckled Rouxel had weakened, been branded and sold off, the shapely blonde slut, Silvana, confiscated by himself, and Odile, worn to the bone, relegated to the prisons below. Those still serving - Ayesha, Eva, Ortalona, Elfra and, of course, Carmela, much thinned down, and the males - were hard pressed to satisfy the nobles' demands. As to Britta and Kitana, the sole thing known was that they were kept in chains, for the time being, in Sefket's realm in the hope of improvement.

  In Thanon's view the mission, which had taken far longer than was usual and ranged far into outlying hamlets had proved more fruitful than he had expected. Three males were seized - one a particularly muscular youth with a strong cock and fine buttocks - whipped and chained, ready for transport. And, as luck would have it, six females, all virgin - at least up to the moment of capture - were uprooted from miserable homesteads, flogged to test their resilience, deflowered and linked to the usual coffle. None, to Thanon's mind, equalled Silvana, an exceptional find. Yet, they all took the whip well enough.