Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1

... She had no doubt she would be punished for her instinctive action. “You may release,” said Venetia. The slave was lucky, for he would have been f***ed to release anyway. Gasping and grunting piggishly, haunches jerking uncontrollably, he shot his load into Bea’s depths. Again... again... again... and again... until he was totally slaked. Then he collapsed down on Bea’s shivering back. “Aren’t males disgusting?” said Venetia. “Quite disgusting,” agreed Flavia.Five minutes later, all three of the tableau slaves knelt by the side of the throne. A Punishment Block had been set on the dais and the two muscular female Overseers who had brought it in stood alongside it. Bea, her face still sticky with male seed, was sobbing, her fulsome breasts bobbing up and down with her repeated heaving. The males, deflated after sex, were silent and looking dejected. “Put him over the Block,” ordered Venetia, pointing to the slave who had been sucked. He was shivering but quite unresisting, placing himself over the humped Block immediately one of the Overseers pointed to it. Straps pinioned his wrists, waist and thighs. “Give him twenty for strokes of the martinet,” said Venetia casually. “Back and buttocks.” The slave groaned. He had hoped to escape with a caning. It was indeed a severe punishment for something he could not help! The Overseers went to a cabinet and returned carrying a martinet each. This consisted of three thongs of plaited leather attached to a wooden handle. It was a ...

... standard martinet and there was a more severe variety, but Venetia had specified this. It was known as the studded martinet and each thong had three zircon pellets towards the tip. The slave tensed, groaning louder as the thongs trailed over his shivering back. Then the flogging began and Flavia noted with satisfaction the f***e with which the muscular Overseers laid on. The slave uttered gasping howls as the thongs bit into his back, falling from left and right. Soon his buttocks were reached and the slave began to howl more dementedly as the thongs cracked again and again in more or less the same area, curling cruelly round his f lanks. When it was over, the slave was a mass of weals from neck to thighs. He was unceremoniously dragged from the Throne Room by two other attendant Overseers. Gradually his groaning sobs faded away. “Now her,” said Venetia. “She’s got to learn to suck to a finish.”An imploring wail came from Bea and she raised beseeching hands. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh... h-have merceeeeeee... have... merceeeeeee... Highness ...” she cried. “Give her twenty four strokes,” ordered Venetia callously. “All on the buttocks. And use a studded martinet.” Bea struggled instinctively as she was secured to the Block sobbing and wailing and continuing to beseech for mercy. Flavia had an excellent view of a plump, upthrusting bottom. She knew just how agonising a studded martinet was... and there was little doubt that Bea would make herself suck to a finish in future. Ear-splitting shrieks ...