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The order came to ‘ship oars’ and the slaves obeyed. They yanked the oars sideways and put the oar handle under a bracket near the central gangway. The slaves squatted down behind the heavy oar handles. “you, stand!” ordered the Captain. calisto obeyed instantly. There were short iron chains hanging from the ceiling above their heads and she reached up, wrapped the chains around her wrists and gripped them tight. There was only ever one reason for slaves to stand up on the oar deck and that reason was evident in the Captain’s hand. He flexed his arm and the long leather whip snaked around the boards at his feet. Marcus looked at calisto. she was trembling just a little. He smiled and began. The whip whistled through the air and struck her firm pale buttocks. she hissed and grimaced in pain, pulling herself up onto her tiptoes. The whip snaked around her nakedness leaving its track of fiery pain. The Captain stood close, “I know you did your best slave but you will suffer for your slave sister’s error. Those are the rules.” He whipped her again. This time it struck higher, curling around her waist. she groaned in pain. “And besides, you look good under the whip, very good.” The third stroke struck her upper back and the leather curled around her front. her breasts had been lifted by her upraised arms and both were striped before the whip fell away from her body. This time her groan was louder. “Down now,” said Marcus. she squatted, leaning on the oar handle and panting hard. “Thank you Master,” she murmured. He patted the top of her head, “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, you, stand.” io obeyed instantly. He was astonished to see her smile at him. She wrapped her wrists in the chains above her head and closed her eyes. “Open your eyes slave,” he growled, “There’s no escape. Not now, not ever.” “i’m sorry Master,“ she replied softly. “I’m going to whip you now. you know why don’t you?” “i’ve been a bad slave Master. The Goddess will be angry.” “She is. We all are. you deserve your punishment.” “Thank you Master.” He stepped back and began. Marcus gazed at her beautiful body, stretched as it was by her upward reach for the ceiling chains. He remembered the first time he had seen her face…. and he could never put out of his mind the time she had let her toga fall from her shoulders to stand naked before him…. He so wanted…. But no! He was the Captain of an Imperial Punishment Ship. His role was to harry and torment, break and remould. Not only could he not allow his personal feelings to distract him, but he also felt unable to trust those feelings. He glanced to the other side of the gangway to where a beautiful blonde slave was gulping down her water ration. No! The Temple was right. Women were not to be trusted or allowed any power. He looked again at the whip trailing on the oar deck, glanced at calisto squatting next to him, studied io’s wide hips for a second and then struck. io’s punishment whipping had begun. When the whip impacted her firm white buttocks she threw her head back and let out a roar of pain. The whip snaked around her and the tip bit into the front of her left thigh. He took a step to stand by her. “Say thank you,” he murmured into her ear. her already sweat soaked skin had acquired a new sheen of pain. “Thank you, Master,” she replied huskily. through gritted teeth. He retreated and turned to let the bullwhip attack io again. It shot out from his hand and struck her lower back. It wrapped wickedly around her body and cut into her chest just below her breasts. “i’m sorry Master, please!” “Please what?” “Please make it stop, Master.” “Stop, why? you deserve it. Do you think you can cope with one more stroke?” “Maybe, Master.” Marcus chuckled. “Maybe, indeed. But I have four strokes waiting for you.” Tears sprang to io’s eyes. she was overwhelmed with fear but there was something else. “i love you, Master.” Marcus smiled. “That might help….” His left hand drifted around her body to find the tight black curls of her bush. her cunt was wet and his fingers glided inside her with ease. “….a little.” His fingers found her nubbin and stroked her for a few seconds before pinching her and making her gasp. her tears had abated a little. she knew her Master loved her in return, else why would he touch her like that? It was true that he touched and fucked the other slaves but he only did that because he had to…. her thoughts were interrupted by the whip impacting her upper back. ‘O no, not there please, no not there!’ These were her thoughts in the split second it took for the whip to wrap its wicked way around the side of her chest and into her breasts. io had small breasts made even smaller by the upward stretch of her arms. They were sensitive. she had loved stroking them in the days of her freedom, in the days when she could be alone in her bed dreaming of her future as a woman. And now they were nightmarishly sensitive to pain. she screamed again. There was no room in her mind for thought. Marcus watched. her hands released their grip on the chains, fingers splayed in agony. her head was thrown back and her mouth open in a soundless scream. Marcus stepped over to stand behind her again. Thought returned to io’s mind and she mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the Captain. He draped the whip over one of her shoulders and let his hands drift around to the front of her body. her skin was slippery with sweat. He pinched the nipples rolled them between his fingers. she let out a little moan of pleasure. His hands drifted upwards admiring her strong shoulders and arms. He grasped both of her open hands and tightened them around the chains once again. “you must never let go of the chains during a whipping, you know this.” “i’m sorry Master,” she said anxiously. “There’s no escape from this. Not now, not ever.” “Yes Master, i understand.” “Two extra strokes little one. Then you truly will understand.” The tears flowed and io shook her head. she desperately wanted to plead or say no, but she knew neither of those things was permitted and so she gripped her chains and bowed her head in acceptance. Marcus took up his whip again and stood back. The fourth stroke hit her buttocks again and snaked around her lower belly just above her glistening bush. she groaned loudly. There was nothing in her mind apart from the whip. The fifth stroke hit her lower back and then wrapped nearly twice around her taut belly. she looked over her left shoulder at the Captain. He saw her glance and smiled. she turned her head forward, ‘He’s enjoying this; he’s enjoying me!’ and her heart filled with pride. The special pride that a slave feels when she pleases her Master. she opened her legs a little and looked up to the chains above her head. The whip struck again. her thighs. He was expert. The back of her right thigh; the side of her right thigh; the front of both thighs; the side and back of her left thigh. A fiery, agonising spiral. It was excruciating, but at least it wasn’t her breasts. Was this a sign of his feelings? And then she remembered the two extra strokes that she had earned. He waited for a few seconds, watching her. she looked again over her left shoulder. He locked eyes with her and then glanced downwards from her face . she whimpered and shook her head. His eyes returned to hers and he nodded. He stepped back a couple of paces and then forward again releasing the long leather whip. It struck her upper back just below the livid stripe that he had already given her. It curled around and smashed into her right breast leaving a track of pain across the middle just below the nipple. io began to shake and she let out a ragged moan. “Turn around!” he barked. This was a little awkward as her left foot was chained but she had seen other slaves do this and she obeyed quickly. she had to cross her legs and lean a little to her left. He stood off to her side and lined up the final stroke of her punishment. This time the whip struck her right breast first, very close to the nipple and then unfolded at lightning speed across to the other side. The whip was faster when it impacted her left breast and the pain was immense. io shook with pain. There was a pool of sweat at her feet. her hair was drenched. “Turn to the front, io.” she obeyed. It was customary after such a whipping for the Master to offer some word or gesture to the slave, but Marcus stopped himself. “I own you,” were the only words he gave her. He signalled to one of the Crewmen. “Pick up oars!” The cry resounded through the oar deck and ten dozen slaves slid the sixty oars from their brackets and prepared for another hour of torture. io and calisto, whipped and unwatered, exhausted and thirsty, did the same. io looked up into the Captain’s eyes again. she was silently weeping. He was astonished to see a small smile play across her tear stained face. “Thank you for whipping me, Master.” she spoke quietly before bending once again to her labours