Chapter 3
"Have a nice nap, dear," someone asked.
Claudie looked up dazed and then her eyes started to focus and she remembered where she was. She was terrified, but her hunger made her brave.
She raised herself on her elbow, and looked up to see just who was speaking to her. It was the nurse, the one called Lissa, the same one she had met the night before.
"You must be hungry. If you'll come with me I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."
Claudie stood up, then blushed. She had forgotten that she was naked. She tried to cover herself with her hands, and Lissa laughed.
"Listen love," she said, "you've got nothing left to hide. If it will make you feel more comfortable we can pick you up some clothes, but you'd better get used to going around bare-assed here. All the slaves do. At least during the night."
Claudie followed her and soon found herself in a room filled to overflowing with beautiful dresses, in styles she had never seen before.
"Pick one out, and put it on quickly. We have to hurry. They've been serving lunch for the past half hour, and with the afternoon they've got planned for you, you'll need a good meal."
Then Claudie remembered. Rachel. Oh how she wished Rachel was there to comfort her. Rachel was so strong. She wouldn't be frightened. She might even know what to do.
A few minutes later and the two women were standing in front of a huge door.
"This is where I leave you. Go on in, and take care of yourself. Good luck honey."
Lissa opened the door and pushed Claudie forward. Then she left.
As Claudie walked in all eyes turned towards her. There must have been about twenty girls, of all sizes, shapes, and colors gathered in that one room. Then she heard a quiet voice call her name.
"Oh Rachel," she sobbed, and flew into the other girl's waiting arms.
"Come on baby, it's all right now. I'm here." Rachel soothed her like a mother, or someone else, and soon Claudie's tears were dried away.
"Sit down now and have something to eat. The other girls are waiting to meet you."
Over cold chicken and wine the two girls told each other their adventures. Rachel, less willing to submit to the examination of the night before, had been slapped around a little bit. It had taken four men, and a few women, to hold her down in the beginning. But she too had got caught up in the swing of things, and after a while she was begging for more, just like her friend.
The room they were in was a comfortable one. There were several soft couches scattered about, and two young boys, both twelve years old, were playing flutes. Each girl had a handmaiden waiting at her side, ready to do whatever asked. They were unguarded, and except for the locked door, Claudie couldn't think of any pleasanter surroundings to be in.
After they had finished eating, Claudie was introduced to the other girls. They were all magnificent looking animals, healthy, young, and strong, and each was stamped with her own brand of sex appeal. Then Claudie was introduced to Diana. The first few words were innocent enough.
"Hello sweetheart, my name's Diana. Rachel told us all about you. What she knows that is. I'd like to find out some things for myself."
Rachel turned pale and moved up protectively to Claudie.
"But honey," Diana said, "it's your friend I'm interested in. You don't plan on keeping her all to yourself, do you?"
"You're damn straight I do," Rachel said. "Go suck on your finger for a while, cause you're never going to suck on her pussy."
This was a new side of Rachel. Claudie was fascinated. "I've never had a girl for a lover," she thought. "And any way, today's been a day of so many firsts. Why not?"
The next few moments were full of confusion. Rachel and Diana were tumbling on the ground, biting, scratchingy, and tearing at each other's hair. Claudie heard Diana scream in pain as Rachel's teeth came down on the soft flesh of her breast. Then the guards came.
The two girls were hauled to their feet, spitting at each other like cats. The skimpy toga that Rachel had been wearing was ripped to shreds and her magnificent tits could be seen heaving painfully as she tried to regain her breath. Her long, slender dark legs were scratched in a hundred places, and a clump of crisp dark hair from her cunt was clutched tightly between Diana's trembling fingers. Diana herself wasn't in very good shape. Blood flowed freely from the bite she had gotten on her small hard breast, and the nipple was stained a salty red. She hadn't been wearing any clothes, and her unprotected body was a mass of blood, bruises, and purple welts.
It took two guards a piece to drag them off each other, and then the danger of their situation struck them.
"She started the fight," Diana cried. "I was just beaten."
Claudie stood watching as Rachel and Diana were dragged off to a corner of the room. There were five stone pillars in a row, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, and Claudie had been wondering just what they were used for. She didn't have long to wonder. Rachel and then Diana were bound by their hands, waist, and feet to the stone whipping posts. The tatters that Rachel had been wearing were ripped off. Then the guards turned and one of them addressed the roomful of girls.
"Two of you were caught fighting. What if one were badly hurt? Who would lose? Your master, that's who. You have no rights. Do as you're told and everything will be fine. Break the rules, and this is what will happen."
He proceeded to show and not to tell. Two men, both with whips in their hands approached the bound girls. Simultaneously they raised their whips and with a loud crack the rawhide came down on their naked backs. Two piercing screams rang out and many more followed as the girls desperately tried to twist out of the reach of the whip. Backs arched, asses thrust out, with tears streaming down their faces, they made two very desirable pictures. So desirable that one of the guards walked up to Rachel and grabbed her twitching ass in both his hands and started to lick her bloody asshole.
Claudie couldn't bear it. Rachel was in trouble because of her and now her best friend was about to be molested by the man who had been viciously beating her just minutes ago. Claudie ran across the room and jumped at the man's back like a tigress. He yelped with pain as her hands tugged at his hair.
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you," she shouted, beside herself with fury and despair.
He threw her off his back and kicked her hard in the side. Claudie rolled back moaning.
"Go away Claudie, don't worry," Rachel said between her teeth. Her lips were bloody where she had bitten through them in her pain.
Claudie was hoisted to her feet.
"Cut those two down, I'm bringing this whore to the master. How dare she attack a guard," said a man who appeared to be the other's captain.
Without quite knowing how she got there, Claudie found herself in a large dark room with a heavy musky smell.
"Come here girl," said a voice, and with trembling steps she obeyed.
"I'm meeting you a little sooner than I'd expected. The pleasure's all mine I'm sure."
The man who spoke these words now stood up and approached Claudie. He was almost six feet tall, with dark brown hair and equally dark eyes, and one of the handsomest bodies Claudie had ever seen. Broad muscular shoulders tapered down into a slender waist and lean hips. The fact that he wore no clothes just added to his looks. His prick was beautiful. Long and thick, pale and hard, Claudie found herself actually wanting to lick it all over, just as she had done for Mac. His balls fell gently against the insides of his thighs when he walked. She was almost expecting to hear them jingle.
He was standing next to her now. She could hear his hot breathing.
"On your knees, slave," he said, and he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down. "Start sucking."
Claudie looked up in guilt, but he grabbed her head in his hands and pushed her mouth over his cock. "God it's beautiful," she thought, as she started to tickle it with her tongue. Her lips closed over the fiery tip and she started sucking like she wanted to pull the whole shaft into her mouth. Lower and lower her lips went until the whole prick was surrounded by her wet mouth and was ramming it's way down her throat. She grasped his balls with her hands and squeezed them like oranges, and her fingers slowly wandered to his anus.
"I'll spear him," she thought, and she plunged her finger up his brown hole and stirred.
He couldn't bear it any longer, and grabbed her head hard he shoved his ready prick up to the hilt in her mouth and with shouts of ecstasy pumped his hot pulsing sperm down the back of her throat and home.
Gasping, they slid to the floor, when Claudie was brought to herself by a sharp crack across her moist mouth.
"I'll call my own game," he said. "You made me come when I wasn't ready. Stand up bitch, I'm not through with you yet."
For the first time Claudie noticed that there was a woman in the room. The man dragged her to her feet and hauled her over to the woman's side.
"She's got to be punished, darling," he said. What shall we do?"
"The whip darling, of course, and also bring the box I keep in my room. Don't mind Marcellus dear," she said to Claudie. "He's got such a nasty temper."
Two hard round wooden stools were brought into the room. They stood about two feet from the floor. Claudie was ordered to place a knee on each stool. It was hard for her to get her balance. The low chairs were quite a ways apart and her cunt felt so open and exposed. She was trying so hard to get comfortable that she didn't see Marcellus walking up behind her. The next thing she knew a whip sang out and with a scream she fell forward so that the palms of her hands were on the floor but her knees were still on the chair. Her back was throbbing and she braced herself for the rain of blows which she expected to follow. Instead of that, however, a tickling sensation began to creep up her cunt. The woman was lying under the chair and her face was firmly attached to Claudie's sweet pussy lips. Her tongue crept through Claudie's now sopping crevices, nibbling gently on her stiff clit. It felt so good, Claudie started to moan and gyrate her silky hips. She was beginning to really get into the strange sensations happening at her bottom end.
"It's so good," she murmured gratefully. "Don't stop it now, oooh don't stop. I'm going to melt, melt into your mouth."
The whip came down and her moan of pleasure rose into shriek of pain. Again and again she was flayed but not for one second did her ass stop it's jiggling or her hips their forward thrusts. Then the whipping stopped and she was left along with her pleasure. The woman's tongue was thrashing about her cunt walls now, going faster and faster and just eating her out. "All the moisture in my body is flowing out of my cunt," she thought. "No wonder it feels like I'm dying."
Something round and hard was now rubbing across her buttocks. It felt greasy and smooth and through her haze of pain she wondered vaguely what it could be. Suddenly a red hot flame ran up her asshole, and she screamed in agony as this new force rocked her pain-wracked body. She started to slip forward off the stools but something was holding her back. Two huge black hands were attached to her shoulders. They weren't letting her go anywhere. Now the hard rubber dildo was working its way steadily up her narrow passage. In and out, it poked and prodded her till she felt so open she thought she'd have to shit. With a hard effort she squeezed her muscle tight as she could.
"She's got this damned dildo stuck in her. It ain't moving." And Marcellus burst into laughter. "Whenever you're ready to spit it out baby we'll finish this lesson up."
Marcellus gave her twisting rump a smacking kiss and grabbed the end of the dildo. One hard tug and with a sucking whoosh out it came.
"See you tonight honey," he said to the woman. "Later baby," he said to Claudie, and Marcellus strolled out of the room.
"I'm Sofia, and I'm part owner, of you that is," the woman said addressing Claudie. "Go take a bath and freshen up a bit love, and I'll be seeing you later."