Don Winslow - Slave Girls Of Rome

“Your nipples-play with your nipples!” I urged vehemently. My voice, heavily laden with passion, had suddenly gone hoarse.

I watched as her long slender fingers delicately took each pink tip in turn. The blonde pinched her nipples, rolling the little buds between thumbs and forefingers.

“Pull on them!”

Still holding herself erect, the blank expression on her pale face never wavering, the young woman obediently plucked the burgeoning stems, pulling the pliant flesh, twisting the captive nipples that darkened and blossomed under all this attention. I ordered her to wet her fingers in her mouth and to continue her efforts till she had her nipples fully erect. Only then did I allow her to quit.

“Enough! Now your pussy! Spread your legs, Beauty, and play with yourself!” I managed to get out, though my voice cracked under the strain. Minta’s translation held an unmistakable note of glee.

The agile fingers quit the sensitive nipples. I smiled to see those fully expanded tips standing proud, glistening and hard with arousal. I watched her shift to widen her knees and bring both hands down as her fingers nosed along the sides of her blonde triangle. Her slithering hands become bolder as they edged closer to her sex. Her right hand moved in so that she might hold her left hand cupped protectively over her blonde pubis.

Her hand moved slowly, rubbing sensually, stirring the first waves of self-pleasure. I studied her Nordic features more closely, alert for the first signs that all this self-stimulation was getting to her. There was a definite tinge of pink along the ridges of her cheekbones as she experienced the first flush of arousal while she rubbed along the converging sides of her pubis. Her eyes were half-lidded now, the pretty lashes lowered. I saw her lick her lips, her tongue peeking quickly as her right hand slid down between her legs to capture her blonde sex. I watched her hand closing and opening rhythmically as she palmed her pubic mound. Her breathing deepened under the delicious waves of pleasure she was generating in her hot box.

I passed a hand across my brow to find it hot and damp. Her steamy performance was also getting to me. My cock stood upright, throbbing with eagerness, straining taut as a bowstring and aching with desire.

“Sit back on your heels, and open your legs…wider, all the way, like the whore that you are!” I ordered harshly. The girl hesitated; but she did as I commanded, shifting back, spreading open her thighs to show me her pink pussy.

“Now, get a finger in there, two fingers…! want to see you fuck yourself!”

Her head snapped up, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me. Suddenly I saw her questioning eyes harden. She hesitated, teetering on the verge of outright refusal. But even if she thought better of it and decided to comply, it was too late. Even her slight hesitation was enough to condemn her to a proper dose of punishment. For a moment we waited, and all time stood still Then she let her head drop and her hands fall uselessly to her side, passively refusing to accede to my perverse wish. This was what I had been waiting for.

“You refuse?” The blonde head never moved “Then I’m afraid you must learn the cost of disobedience. Kneel now… hands behind your head!”

Once more the exquisite young woman assumed the presentation position, closing her knees slowly, straightening up, bringing her hands up to the back of her neck I called Minta over and whispered my instructions in her ear, watching her smile widen into an evil grin as she realized what I had in mind. She was surprisingly eager to carry out her task. Gathering up some rawhide strips, she stepped up behind the kneeling blonde, pulled her arms down, and tied her hands behind her. This was done efficiently as the slaves’ wristcuffs had a set of brass rings sewn in them. A line running through the rings could be knotted quickly to secure the wrists together.

Next the captive was gagged, her mouth stuffed with a damp washcloth. Minta pinched her nipple, and when Helva gasped in surprise, the wadded cloth was forced between her gaping jaws. A wide leather strap tied around her head held the gag in place. Helpful little Minta was beaming, extremely proud of her handiwork as she pulled the kneeling girl to her feet and led her over to present her to me.

Helva seemed surprisingly docile as, with hands tied behind her back, she let herself be led to me by the smaller girl Yet even though she seemed to accept her fate passively, the cold anger in her eyes still smoldered with the same implacable hatred For a moment, I studied her hard eyes above the strap. Then I nodded curtly. Minta turned her captive around and forced her to her knees, so she was kneeling in front of one of the low couches. With a rude shove, Minta toppled the big blonde forward to lie upended over the couch.

It must have been the memories of her own abject slavery at the hands of Unix, when Minta was forced to serve the haughty blonde, that brought such obvious pleasure to her small astonished face when I handed her a paddle and ordered her to use it on her former mistress’s served-up ass. The girl could hardly believe her good fortune!

Now, while she took her place behind the bent-over blonde, eyeing the inviting ass with pleasure, I beckoned the fair Iryna to me. She came with her usual indifference and let me take her by the hand. With just the slightest trace of reticence, the lissome blonde allowed herself to be drawn down to lie across my widespread thighs. She shifted her hips to rest more comfortably, her tall, thin body fully stretched out over my lap, hip pressed against my hard penis, her long hair sweeping down to the floor on one side, while her slender legs angled down with her toes touching the floor on the other. I sighed in deep admiration of the ass she presented to me: that choice upturned bottom, two sleek hemispheres, elongated ovals that begged to be caressed…or to be spanked!

I fitted my curved hand to those taut little mounds and moved it slowly, absently stroking her rear end, up and down those delectable twin curves, while I turned my attention to Helva’s punishment. Minta had taken up her position, careful to stand to one side so that she would not block my view of Helva’s well-made bottom, the mounds stretched taut and offered up so nicely. I watched the wiry girl tighten her grip and slowly draw back the wooden paddle. Then she brought her weapon down with surprising force in one smooth, well-aimed swing.

“Thwap!”

The resounding slap of the pliant wood paddle as it met Helva’s pale flesh was reassuringly solid. Helva’s shoulders quivered as she received the full shock of the impact. Minta grinned and I noticed an excited gleam in her eyes as she widened her stance and brought back the paddle, eager to deliver the next smack.

“Thwap! Thwap!… Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!” The punishing paddle bit into the vulnerable rearmounds with a dull thudding cadence, sending the girl squirming furiously, twisting her loins in a futile effort to escape the businesslike walloping. Angry cries came from around the gag as Helva shrieked her outrage.

Watching Helva’s spanking had my rockhard prick throbbing with the ache of desire. I dipped a hand between Iryna’s loose thighs and explored the mysteries I found there, shamelessly fingering her sex while she writhed helplessly in my lap. I took her netherlips between my fingers, feeling her heat and sampling the wetness of her pussy while Iryna moaned and my fingers played with the soft folds of her rapidly moistening cunt. Now Minta was toying with her victim, pausing to study the reddened throbbing cheeks, running the wooden blade up and over the swelling prominence, tapping them ever so lightly just to see them clench in fear.

Wildly excited, my eager hands greedily fondled Iryna’s firm young loins. Minta was waiting for just the right moment. When she saw the tense mounds relax, she hauled back to deliver a decisive smack…followed by another and another.