by Syra Bond
Caristia pressed harder against the ribbed marble column as she stretched to see the woman's reddening bottom. She felt the cold stone against the flesh of her cunt, her breasts, her stomach and, as she lifted her leg higher and allowed the pressure to open her crack, she felt its chilling hardness against the envelope of skin that covered her swelling clitoris. She pressed harder and the prepuce drew back, exposing the engorging glans and, as it touched the stone pillar, a shiver of fire penetrated her hips and ignited the hot flames of desire. When the Nubian brought down the paddle again, when she heard it smack loudly against the taut skin of the woman's buttocks, when she saw the reddening patch of skin it left behind as he drew it back, the heat in Caristia's cunt increased and she pressed herself as hard as she could against the column. She lifted her leg higher, opening her crack wide, exposing the satiny inner layers and the hard erection of her clitoris, rubbing herself against the ungiving marble shaft, lifting herself as the Nubian took the paddle back, waiting, then drawing herself down - pulling her clitoris against the stone - when he delivered the blow. When she heard the loud smack and the woman's breathless grunt, and she saw the bent victim knocked forward, Caristia squeezed her clitoris so hard against the column that she whimpered as wafts of pain ran through her sweating body.
'Tie her before she falls!' shouted Arria Sulla as the woman stumbled forward under the pressure of another blow.
One of her black slaves walked forward and bound the German woman's wrist tightly to her ankles with thin satin cords. He knelt in front of her; his tight loincloth almost against her face. When the next blow fell it smacked even louder and, unable to steady herself by letting go of her ankles, she was tipped forward and her face pressed against the Nubian's covered genitals. Caristia saw the outline of his cock swelling beneath the flimsy cloth and, unable to suppress her pleasure, she moaned, clawing against the marble column as she timed her panting groans to fit with the incessant smacks of the punishing leather paddle and the beating rise of the Nubian's slowly erecting cock.
Each blow that fell, each resounding whack of the leather paddle on the woman's tight skin, made Caristia's moans more insistent and each smack, each reddening, stinging thwack, made the Nubian's cock grow thicker and longer. Its tip pressed against the woman's face, lifting the material that contained it higher as its shaft stretched towards her gasping mouth. The thrashing continued and she gulped with every blow, her mouth finally falling onto the head of the throbbing cock. She sucked it in, pulling at the material that covered it, licking it and drawing at it until she had it lodged against the back of her throat. She was gagging on it, gulping and panting, rolling her eyes, absorbing the pain of the beating and, all the time, Caristia was clawing against the pillar, sliding her fleshy cunt against its carved ribs, pulling them wide, rubbing her clitoris against it and eventually feeling the welling fire of her orgasm as it began to flow inside her quivering body.
The leather paddle kept smacking down on the woman's bottom, reddening both her stretched cheeks. Then, as she opened her legs under the strain and as she dropped further forward into the Nubian's cock, it fell on the sensitive edges of her fleshy cunt. She no longer made any noise, she did not groan or grunt or shout or scream as the pains ran through her each time the paddle landed. She only gulped deeper, sucked harder, and bit harder into the stretched material that covered the cock that filled her mouth. Caristia, her eyes wide, pulled her open cunt against the pillar, and as the black slave on his knees reared up with a streaming orgasm and the German woman choked and sucked and swallowed the copious flow of semen that oozed freely through the stretched material of his loincloth, she drove her fingers into her vagina and dropped onto them with a shuddering orgasm. She squatted on her hand, letting her body throb on it, delivering her ecstasy into the palm, rubbing against it, feeling the wetness of it as she gasped with breathless bliss.
Arria Sulla lifted herself on her chair. Her face was slightly flushed and she had her right hand inside her dress, cupped around her left breast with her finger and thumb pinching the erect nipple.
'I do not want her,' she said hoarsely, pointing at the German woman who was being untied. 'But that one looks interesting. Though she is very frail.'
Rufo stood in front of Innocenti.
'That is her charm, madam,' he said fawningly. 'You may find her frailty endearing. She pleads for mercy even before she suffers any pain. Though perhaps, on second thoughts, you require something more sturdy.'
'Let me be the judge of that,' she replied sharply. 'Bring her to me. I want to see her more closely.'
Innocenti was untied from the line and brought forward. She smiled nervously at Arria Sulla then dropped her eyes. Arria Sulla smiled, as if suppressing a laugh, then snapping her fingers to get her attention, beckoned the young girl to her. Innocenti walked slowly, all the time looking down at her own shuffling feet.
'You are a pretty young thing,' said Arria Sulla, looking up and down Innocenti's naked body. 'Bring me a glass of wine. It is hot and I need refreshment.' Innocenti turned around and was handed a tray of wine at Rufo's anxious prompt.
'Madam,' he said, seeing Innocenti's shaking hands and fearing Arria Sulla's anger if disappointed, 'Magnus should not have included her for your approval. She had been sold to,' he hesitated, realising that too much truth might jeopardise any potential sale. 'Yes, I mean she has been sold to another and merely returned for some extra training. Not that she has been found unsatisfactory, you understand. It is just that, as I said madam, she suffers too easily. Now, take this fine Nubian, a virgin, and a—'
'Enough, Olconio Rufo!' snapped Arria Sulla as she waved to Innocenti. 'Serve me, girl.'
Innocenti approached her nervously, the silver tray shaking in her trembling hands. She looked up from her feet, and tripped at the join of two paved areas in the centre of the courtyard and the tray slid from her hands. It clattered on the floor, the blue glass containing the wine smashed and the bright liquid splashed everywhere. Innocenti dropped her head and waited, frozen by fear of what must now befall her. Caristia stared at the girl, her waif-like naked figure trembling as she stood isolated and exposed in the centre of the courtyard. Caristia felt anxious for her, yet at the same time that anxiety - borne on the tension of anticipated punishment - set new waves of excitement running afresh in her still writhing hips.
'Magnus! Magnus!' shouted Rufo. 'Take the girl away. She brings dishonour to me. Take her away!' Magnus stepped forward but, as he reached out to take hold of Innocenti's trembling arm, Arria Sulla sat forward on her seat.
'No. Let her approach. Her youth is beguiling and her fear has a certain charm.' She smiled at Innocenti but Innocenti did not dare look up. 'And, .my dear Olconio Rufo, surely you have ignored the fact that she must be punished for her carelessness.'
'Of course not, madam. Of course not,' said Rufo. 'I was going to suggest it myself.'
'Here girl. Come here. Lie across my lap,' said Arria Sulla, lifting her finely woven verdigris dress and patting her exposed knees. Innocenti moved slowly, biting her lips and rubbing her sweating hands against the fronts of her thighs. She stopped in front of Arria Sulla and looked up under her eyes. 'Yes, my child, bend over; you must be spanked for your sloppy service.' She waved her hand to her Nubian slaves and motioned them to position themselves kneeling and facing inwards on either side of her lap. 'Now my child. Here.'
Innocenti squeezed past the Nubian on Arria Sulla's right and stood facing her bare knees. She glanced around quickly and saw Rufo, who nodded insistently for her to do as she was told. She bent forward and curled her naked body over Arria Sulla's lap. Her pert bottom rose, taut and pliant, her narrow back arched easily and her head hung down until her short dark hair nearly touched the floor. Arria Sulla smoothed her hands across the girl's back, tracing her fingers around her shoulder blades then along her spine, circling each vertebra until she reached the neat cleft of her buttocks. She paused there for a moment then ran her forefinger between the c
rack of Innocenti's bottom, wedging it in the delectable valley and drawing it slowly between her cheeks until she reached her dark, tight anus. She pressed the tip of her finger against it and Innocenti gasped, then as Arria Sulla pushed her finger in far enough to widen the muscular ring, Innocenti drew breath sharply and reared back. Arria Sulla removed her finger and smacked Innocenti's bottom.
'Stay still girl!' she shouted and smacked her again. Innocenti bent her legs, trying to protect herself with her raised feet, but the slave on that side pulled them down. Arria Sulla put her left hand in the middle of Innocenti's back to keep her in place then brought her hand down again on the girl's already reddened bottom. A loud smack brought a shriek from Innocenti which made Arria Sulla smile. She smacked her again, this time reiterating her victim's crimes and measuring the blows to fit with her oration.
'This is for stumbling and this for being too slow... and this for wriggling and this for crying out... and this...'
She stopped and listened to the girl panting and gasping, listened to her trying to hold back her screams, trying to fight back her tears. Arria Sulla grabbed Innocenti's hair and pulled her head back. Innocenti gulped loudly and choked.
'Please madam,' she muttered. 'Please.'
'Quiet girl!' shrieked Arria Sulla, overwhelmed with anger. She stared at the two Nubians on either side of Innocenti and her glower conveyed her desires. The one on her left pulled his loincloth away and held his hardening cock in front of the young girl's mouth. He lifted it between her open lips and held it there as it continued to grow and stiffen. 'Perhaps that will keep you quiet!' shouted Arria Sulla as she motioned to the other Nubian to remove his loincloth. He held his cock in his hand and presented it to the neat crack of Innocenti's cunt. 'Not there, you fool,' shouted Arria Sulla, wedging her hand between Innocenti's buttocks and exposing her tight anus. 'Here! Here!'
Caristia watched the first Nubian inserting the throbbing end of his cock into the girl's quivering mouth. She backed away from the pillar and, as the other Nubian pressed his cock against Innocenti's tight anus, Caristia felt her own bottom against the statue of a man that stood behind her. In unison with the cock that sank into the girl's anus, Caristia wriggled herself against the erect cock of the statue, opening her buttocks, positioning her anus against the sculptured tip then, as the black slave drove his cock in, and the girl's screech was reduced to nothing more than a blubbering, Caristia dropped herself onto the hard cock and took it in.
Arria Sulla starting spanking Innocenti again, timing her blows to fit the thrusts of the Nubians' cocks and confining her target to the nearest cheek of Innocenti's bottom. As the two men drove faster and the smacks copied their pace, Caristia thrust back harder onto the rigid cock of the statue, feeling the shape of its glans and every one of the carved veiny striations on its inflexible shaft. The smacks got louder and faster and the men's cocks drove deeper and Caristia pushed her fingers into her cunt as, with a crescendo of spanks both the Nubians finished explosively and Caristia screamed out loud. Semen burst from Innocenti's mouth, followed by her pent-up cries and, as the other Nubian drew his wet cock from her anus and its dark ring closed onto the oozing semen, Arria Sulla pushed the girl dismissively off her lap onto the floor. Caristia moaned and this time she did not go unheard.
She sagged to the floor, no longer bothering to protect herself from view, unaware of the glaring eyes that had fallen on her. The pale skin of her face was flushed and her hands, wedged between her legs, were wet and glistening with the moisture which had flowed so freely from her throbbing cunt.
Arria Sulla looked at her in amazement.
'Olconio Rufo! Are you master of your own house? Are you so slack with your slaves that they take their own pleasure whenever they please?'
Rufo, overwhelmed with embarrassment, wrung his hands and shouted at Magnus, as if passing the blame would somehow eradicate the fault.
'Magnus! Magnus! Magnus! Have you lost control of your charges? Magnus!'
Caristia, apparently oblivious to Arria Sulla's anger and Rufo's embarrassment, looked at the two Nubians still kneeling on either side of their mistress. She felt a wave of compassion for the hopeless Innocenti, now lying weeping on the floor, and it combined with an overpowering desire to take her place. She got to her feet and, naked and with her own wetness shimmering on the insides of her thighs, she walked towards them. Arria Sulla did not speak, she just watched as Caristia stepped around Innocenti, stood like a penitent before her, then turned sideways and folded herself gracefully over her bare knees. She stretched her head back, arching herself enough to put her face squarely in front of the cock of the kneeling Nubian, and parted her legs enough to make her anus visible from behind. Arria Sulla placed her left hand on Caristia's back and Caristia lifted her smooth bottom, opening the cleft between her buttocks wider and exposing the flesh of her cunt. She moaned as Arria Sulla pressed harder against her back and she opened her mouth as wide as it would go so she would be ready for the massive cock that throbbed in swelling beats in front of her face.
She moaned again and Arria Sulla motioned to the Nubian on her left. He edged forward and placed the throbbing glans between Caristia's stretched lips. It barely fitted. Caristia's eyes widened and her cheeks sank inwards as she started to suck. Arria Sulla told the Nubian on her right to wait, and he knelt behind Caristia, holding his cock in his hand, running his fingers along it, causing the tip to swell until he could barely close his fingers around it. Arria Sulla rubbed Caristia's upturned bottom, massaging it, feeling its elasticity and, with each circular movement, Caristia sucked harder on the cock in her mouth and lifted her buttocks a little higher. Arria Sulla took a moment to pull her skirt higher, lifting it so that the shaved cleft between her legs was just visible. She looked upwards, as if ecstasy was to be bestowed on her, raised her right hand to just above head height, paused as her eyes flickered with anticipation, then brought it down with a loud smack on Caristia's bottom.
Smack followed smack as Arria Sulla spanked Caristia, harder and faster with each strike. Caristia sucked earnestly, feeling the swollen cock against the insides of her cheeks, drawing it to the back of her throat, swallowing it. She rode each stinging smack, lifting herself against it as it fell, wriggling beneath it as the scorching pain ran through her, opening her buttocks to expose herself for the next, all the time being lifted, as if by angels of pain and submission, towards a heavenly bliss.
Arria Sulla drew her left hand up between her own thighs and probed her fleshy cunt. She opened her legs a little and still spanking Caristia hard, pushed her fingers inside the delectable warmth of her own flesh. She licked her dry lips as she watched Caristia sucking the hard cock, then as she saw the girl's passion driving her towards a climax she signalled to the slave on her right. He held his cock out, rubbing it with his own spit, then levelled it against Caristia's dilating anus. He pressed it a little and it was immediately sucked in, its veiny bulk squeezed tightly at the entrance and compressed by the clenching flesh within.
Caristia reared back as the cock sank into her anus, she sucked even harder on the one in her mouth and, as the spanking hand of Arria Sulla fell repeatedly on her left buttock, she tightened like a spring and convulsed with a massive, shuddering orgasm. The spanking continued and she reared up again as she felt a hot flow of semen in her throat, then as she sucked it down, swallowing in thirsty gulps, she tightened again as she felt the heat of a second flow spurting deep into her rectum. She rode the cocks, squirming between them as if she had been secured to a pole, all the time taking the spanking that Arria Sulla dispensed. Only when the spanking stopped, only when the cocks were drawn from her and she lay, dissipated and gasping, semen dripping from her mouth and from her open anus, did the throbbing of her ecstasy begin to subside.
Arria Sulla took her fingers from between her legs, bent to Caristia and stroked her sweat-soaked hair. 'This is the one I want, Olconio Rufo. This flaxen-haired beauty is my choice. I have never seen one so ea
ger, so determined to seek out pleasure.'
'But madam, madam, she is not...' he paused nervously and opened his eyes wide. 'She is not, madam, for sale.'
Arria Sulla ignored him as if his comment were beneath contempt.
'There is no need to entertain me further, my friend. Do not tire yourself with joking. I realise she will need some work, but I am prepared to put it in. I will take her directly. I do not want her to be an expense to your household any longer. Send a note of the price to my secretary. I am staying at Fronto's summer villa on the edge of town; the House of the Amorini. Good day. I have enjoyed my visit.'
She got up, wriggled her dress down, regained her composure and walked across the courtyard into the atrium. A slight breeze caused the flakes of gold in the ringlets of her hair to tremble and reflect flickers of light across her high, smooth cheekbones. 'Oh, and I will take the young dark-haired one as well. Not that I think she is worth anything, but to save you from the embarrassment of her, and all the trouble of further training. Pay her owner off. I am sure that whoever it is will not miss her.' She tossed her head back and laughed. 'Leave both their collars on. You can add the cost to your bill.'
Chapter 5
The brothel of Queen Isis
The House of the Amorini was a fine building on the Road of the Tombs, nearly at the Herculaneum Gate. It had an open terrace, a large atrium with a fountain, and a grove at the rear where peaches and nectarines flourished above a cooling, covered walkway. It was much finer than Rufo's house, and Caristia was wide-eyed at the sight of the bright mosaics, rich furnishings and stylish decoration. In keeping with its name, cupids and cherub-like amorini were carefully portrayed in all the main rooms, naked and plump, entwining themselves with ardent lovers and offering their services, whatever they might be, for the pleasure hungry sweethearts they surrounded.
