Harbor Entertainment. By NobleVulchur.
Wealthy Romans while on business at the city’s port would sometimes saunter over to where a myriad of vessels were docked. There was everything from small skiffs to large merchant ships carrying grain, olive oil and wine. This day a Roman matron whose tastes ran to the bizarre stepped aboard a slave galley.
The captain knew her well and guessed the purpose of her visit. They stood on the deck where below sat rows and rows of naked women, the galley slaves, who oared the ship. It was a hot day and all the nude women glistened with their own sweat, which ran in rivulets down their dangling breasts.
The matron and the captain engaged in polite conversation when finally the woman handed the captain a few coins and requested the galley sail around the harbor.
“Whore to the oars,” he shouted and the women began to row in unison. It was a stunning sight to watch the slaves move together in perfect unison, backs bending, toes curling and boobs bouncing.
“Uh, that little blonde,” woman said, pointing to a petite slave girl chained to her oar and whose bare feet rested on a triangular-shaped foot rest. She wore ankle shackles.
“Yes, madam,” said the captain. “She’s a real trouble maker,” he said, knowing his part well.
“Well, in that case, captain, perhaps you should give her a bit of the whip.”
“Marcus,’ he called to one of his slave drivers. “Lash whore number 5.”
Marcus grinned, saluted and uncoiled his long leather slave whip.
Latia, for that was the slave’s name, screamed and howled as the whip cut into her jiggling boobs. Most of the blows curled around her breasts. Marcus did a few alternate lashes to her back and succulent ass.
The matron was delighted and giggled as the slave girl writhed in her chains.
