A Gifted Tongue (Closed)

[wideeyedone]

Meara’s heart thundered in her chest. Goosebumps rose on her skin. Her pink nipples were like pebbles under his fingers. She could feel the strength in his body as he touched her. She knew now that she had been a fool to think him a soft and easy target.

“I want to live.” She whispered softly. Her eyes sought his as he nuzzled her stomach.

 

[MadMonk23]

He said nothing. He did not know himself if she would live. And if she did, she would be the last to know. Fear was an excellent punishment.

He slid upwards until their whole bodies touched. She had stopped squirming now, and her Body felt soft and warm beneath his. Her virginity offered a last, spirited battle as he tried to force his way inside. He smiled. A warrior to the last! Not long, though, and the resistance was replaced by a warm, tight feeling.

"You are about to become a woman", he whispered and kissed her on the neck, "how does it feel?"

He could feel her breathe hard and listened for signs of how she was feeling. Was it pain? Pleasure? Fear?

 

[wideeyedone]

Meara kept her face turned away from him.

She cried out softly when he tore through her maidenhead. But then, she moaned in relief when the pain melted into just a tightness.

"I was a woman before... it is only a man that becomes a man when has sex for the first time. A woman becomes a woman when she has the magic of bleeding each moon and not dying." She just couldn't help it, she knew she should stop arguing with him. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to speak out of turn." She whispered.

She could feel him throbbing inside of her. She tried to adjust, to change the feeling, but she couldn't. He was rubbing against her inside, making a heat pool inside of her belly. She found herself gasping and whimpering, in pain but not, wanting him to stop but also wanting more.

 

[MadMonk23]

Even threatened with death, she would not shut up! He slapped her on the cheek for her insolence, then began moving back and forth. She was very tight; her insides pulsated against his penis and fought it every time he forced his way inside for another thrust. From the sounds she was making, it was not too comfortable for her...

Every time he slid inside her, he could feel his skin glide over hers. His, coarse and leathery. Hers, soft and warm, covered in the tiniest of hairs and small scars, maybe from some kind of ritual. She heaved under him; he could feel her muscles tighten as pleasure took over from pain. His breathing became harder, the thrusting more focused. He closed his eyes and sank into that feeling. A first long, loud groan as it overwhelmed him.

 

[wideeyedone]

She tucked her head against him, hiding her face against his throat. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but the sounds still came bubbling up. She cried out when her climax washed over her. Her slickness made it easier for him to thrust up into her.

She shivered underneath him as he seemed to get hotter and harder and then she heard him groan in pleasure. He planted his seed deep inside of her, his body claiming hers in every way.

 

[MadMonk23]

With every thrust, he shivered; his moans became louder and louder, turning into a storm as the climax seized him. For a single moment, it was all blackness and an endless, warm feeling. Then he woke up from the beautiful dream and found himself lying on top of his young slave. As he pulled out, his fingers slid along her labia, following his penis as it left her.

"You still need to be punished", he said matter-of-factly while his senses were slowly returning to him. He got dressed and called for the male slave to come back in.

 

[wideeyedone]

Meara bit her lip as he got off of her and got dressed. She didn't move and she didn't speak even though she desperately wanted to rearrange her torn gown and cover her body.

It took all of her will to lie still as his seed leaked out of her and dripped down her thigh.

But she stayed silent in the hopes that she would stay alive.

 

[MadMonk23]

"Get up", he commanded, "stand here", pointing towards a column. The door opened and a slave peered in. "Get the whip...", Cnaeus ordered, then, after a second's hesitation "...and the scourge."

Whipped by him personally... she really should feel honoured! Normally, this was a task for one of the field slaves, but this time, he would take care of this himself. The pleasure of being the first to leave red welts on her perfect skin would be all his, and no one else's!

 

[wideeyedone]

Meara stood by the column he directed her to, but she did not speak. She kept her eyes lowered but held her head high. She tried to hold her tattered dress in place and her red curls kept falling around her face.

She watched as the slave handed him a long, leather whip. She saw the muscles flex in his arms as he readied to use it. She was going to pay for her insolence, she just hoped it wouldn’t be with her life.

 

[MadMonk23]

He unlocked her shackles and put them around the column before closing them again. Then he took the scourge and put it on her shoulders. It was a vicious Instrument, nine braided strands of leather with bloodthirsty metal scraps worked into it.

"That is what you will get whipped with if you ever try to escape. Not many can survive it. This..." - he switched to the long whip - "is what you will feel now, for not learning to shut up. Brace yourself."

He took a few steps back and let the whip rush through the air so it went closely past her face.

 

[wideeyedone]

She tried to stay stoic but she jumped and whimpered when the whip cracked near her face. She gasped and tried to hold her breath, but she started shaking.

One of the guards chuckled lightly. "She doesn't look so proud and mighty does she now?" He asked his compatriats.

Meara closed her eyes and rested her head on the column.

She was terrified of the lash, and she knew it was going to hurt. Her master's semen was still dripping down her thigh.

 

[MadMonk23]

The first lash of the whip reverberated through the room. The leather left a red line from her waist to her right shoulder. Before she could even scream, it circled back and landed again, across the first stripe. Another one, just below her shoulderblades, bit into her with a crack like bones breaking.

The whip rushed through the air in large circles, hissing for blood before it landed. He did not hold back. If she was to learn, every single hit had to count. A quick series of five lashes cut lower, across the backs of her legs. Five deep red welts appeared, one above the other, almost as if she had been sliced there.

He paused for a moment to see how she was doing. She was not to be whipped to death, not yet.

 

[wideeyedone]

Meara tried to keep her silence as the whip did its work. She bit her lip so hard, that she drew blood. A wretched sob bubbled up in her throat and when the whip hit the backs of her legs, she screamed.

Her whole body shook and her fingernails scraped at the column. She closed her eyes, trying to close out the pain and the fear.

She whispered a prayer to the goddess, but she felt no relief, just fear.

 

[MadMonk23]

She was still clinging on! Brave girl. With a satisfied nod, he continued whipping her, leaving long, neatly spaced stripes on her whole back. The final three lashes hit her butt, then he coiled up the whip and came closer.

"Just a taste of what awaits disobedient slaves. As you can see, I do not go easy on the women slaves. I have seen, and fought, too many barbarian women to be that foolish."

He genuinely admired her bravery. She had screamed, yes, but only after clinging on to silence for so long - determined not to let him have that satisfaction.

 

[wideeyedone]

Her body was glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her copper hair was springing up in curls. She looked at her Master through her eyelashes.

"Our women are brave. They are taught to use the bow and the blade. They are taught to be strong. I didn't know how to surrender." She whispered.

She rested her head against the column, waiting for what torment might be next.

 

[MadMonk23]

"Then surrendering will be your next lesson. But not now. I promised you to the cross, and the cross will have you. I will not let you off lightly by whipping you to death."

To his satisfaction, her entire back was bright red, but there was little blood. His fingertips ran over the raised welts. Hot and pulsing, with pink droplets forming everywhere sweat and blood mixed. She would not scar, hopefully. He aimed to destroy her spirit - not her beauty!

"You may sit down now. You will spend the night chained to this column."

He hugged her tightly from behind, putting his hands against her belly. Warm, soft flesh pressed against them where her dress was torn.

 

[wideeyedone]

Meara whimpered when he traced the welts on her back. She shivered when he pressed his body to hers, and his fingers pressed into her belly. His fingers traced the ritual cutting around her navel.

He told her that she could sit and she slid to the ground. She curled up against the column, resting against it. Her whole body was sore and she closed her eyes, trying to not be afraid of what might be to come.

 

[MadMonk23]

He gave her an almost affectionate pat on the head and went to the door. Her night would be miserable, and maybe take away some of that defiance. He would have loved to spend the night with her. Even now, beaten and tired, she looked too lovely to just leave.

Eventually, he did leave. One last glance at her, then she was alone in the darkness.

 

[wideeyedone]

The darkness and the waiting was worse than the pain of the whip. Her back hurt and her body ached. She did her best to get comfortable. She was cold and alone and sore.

Meara closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She dreamed of her homeland. She dreamed of the green hills and her love, Riccus. She dreamed of her father, and she imagined sitting in his great room practicing new languages.

She heard footsteps and awakened.

"Who is there?" She called out into the darkness.

 

[MadMonk23]

It was Cnaeus, awake before the rest of the house, anxious to see if his young slave had lived through the night. He did not even know himself what had made him so anxious. Certainly he had never done that before for any other slave. Even that Egyptian dancer he had been given as a gift the previous year...

He tried to remind himself that she was just a slave. But even the slap he gave her to wake her up and drive that point home was almost gentle.

"Wake up! This was your last night you did not spend hanging from a cross. How are you feeling?"

It felt good to be the cruel master again, but he was now certain this would not be her end. She would be spared.

 

[wideeyedone]

Meara looked up at him with her green eyes. She wanted to fight back. She wanted to curse him and fight. But instead she took in a deep breath and lowered her eyes.

"Yes, Master?" She asked softly, her voice warm and soft. She could feel the heat coming off his warm skin and the anger in voice.

 

[MadMonk23]

That girl was good! She played the obedient slave so well it was almost believable. He knew how desperately she wanted to live, how much she was swallowing her pride to do this. Still, she needed to be taught a lesson.

It was early in the morning, so he was only wearing his tunica, which he now lifted to reveal a very stiff penis.

"This will be your last breakfast", he announced and brought it close to her trembling lips.

 

[wideeyedone]

Meara mewled softly and then she opened her mouth. Her hands were still bound. She gasped when his fingers tangled in her copper tresses and pulled her mouth just where he wanted it.

She gasped when he pressed deep into her throat. She looked up to him with her glimmering eyes, pleading with him for mercy.

 

[MadMonk23]

Her lips willingly closed around his penis. So soft, so pliant. Quite different from the fierce warrior woman... either fear and pain had broken her, or she was quite the actress.

A shiver ran through him as he felt her tongue on the tip of his penis. He began moving back and forth very slowly.

 

[wideeyedone]

She shivered as he began sliding himself in and out of her mouth. She looked up at him with her glimmering green eyes. His fingers tangled in her hair and he pulled her hair back harder and began using her mouth harder. She gasped for breath and soon her eyes were watering. She mewled and whimpered but it was to no avail.