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Chapter 4: A Day in the Sun
Jan and Jean led Patience outside and into a kind of village square. Patience looked around and saw a dozen or so homes as well as several larger structures. Scattered around the green were a number of upright poles. Jan and Jean walked her to each one, having her stand next to them until they found one that they liked. Then, each girl grabbed Patience around a thigh and lifted her, moving her over the pole.
"Stop!" shouted Patience. "You can't do this to me!" Her pleas were ignored, however, and she soon felt the pole sliding into her sex. The post had a rounded head, which helped it to part her labia, although the twins managed to stretch them apart without dropping the helpless girl. Inch by inch, it slid deeper and eventually Jan and Jean lowered Patience's legs.
"You'll need to stay on your toes," advised Jan.
"It'll be painful if you get lazy," added Jean.
Patience heeded their warning and stretched her toes out to support herself. Even with her feet fully extended, however, Patience could feel the tip of the post pressing uncomfortably against her cervix.
"Please, please, please take me off," begged Patience. "I'll be good. I promise."
"We can't do that," said Jean.
"We'd end up riding poles, too," agreed Jan. "The mistress said to do this so we have to." Jean left and quickly returned with a bottle of suntan lotion. The twins spent the next five minutes coating every inch of Patience's body so she did not burn. Again, they seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time oiling up her breasts and they entertained themselves by gripping a nipple and stretching it as far as they could before the slippery little nubbins escaped from their grasp.
"We'll try to return as often as we can to reapply the lotion," said Jan once they were finished.
"We don't want this beautiful body to get all dry and burned," agreed Jean. Then the two girls walked off together, holding hands and leaving Patience to endure her ordeal alone.
She was not alone for very long, though. About fifteen minutes later, a woman wearing the same kind of toga as KC walked by. Patience called out to her.
"Please, can you help me?" begged Patience. Patience was horrified as the woman walked to a rack, selected a whip and then returned to the captive blonde. Three times, the whip whistled through the air biting at Patience's thighs. Patience became distracted by the pain and forgot to remain on her toes but quickly corrected that oversight when the post smashed harder into her sensitive cervix, threatening to punch into her womb.
Two more times, over the next two hours, the scene repeated itself. Patience would beg for help. One time, a woman selected a paddle from the rack, lifted Patience's hands out of the way, and gave the skewered girl three hard spanks on her bottom. The third woman selected a crop and gave each unprotected breast three hard slaps, sending pain shooting through Patience's body.
After three hours, Jan and Jean returned with their bottle of lotion. Again, they lathered up the captive as Patience gushed out the story of her morning. "Why are they doing that? Why do they want to hurt me? What did I ever do to deserve that?"
"You spoke," answered Jean.
"Slaves do not speak unless spoken to," agreed Jan.
Patience was sure that permanent damage was being done to her poor defenseless body. Her calves burned from the strain of trying to stay on her toes. Numerous times over the next couple of hours, she had to lower her heels to the ground to rest her legs. She could only handle the resulting pain in her abdomen for so long, however, as the post felt like it was trying to shove through her entire body.
She continued to get visitors. The first one was a woman in her mid-thirties who slowly walked around Patience, pinching and probing her flesh as if inspecting the girl. She even parted Patience's bottom cheeks and used a finger to probe the little rosebud. Patience wanted to scream when she felt the finger push past her little sphincter but had learned her lesson from the morning. She remained silent.
The woman then moved in front of Patience and smiled at her. "Exquisite," she remarked.
"Thank you," was all that Patience could say as she blushed deeply from the humiliation of having her bottom probed like that.
Again, Patience watched in horror as the woman went to the rack and returned with a flogger. Five swings later and Patience's belly burned and glowed red. "What was that all about?" wondered Patience. "I didn't speak until spoken to!"
Another woman came by after awhile. Patience thought that this fortyish woman must have been a dentist because she pried open the bound girl's mouth and inserted two fingers, running them slowly over the teeth and gums. She even grasped Patience's tongue and stretched it out of her mouth to inspect it.
"Good breeding," she finally said. "Don't you agree?"
Reluctantly, Patience answered, knowing she would probably be whipped again. "I suppose," she replied. Sure enough, the woman retrieved a whip and lashed it several times across the fronts of her thighs.
The third visitor was a girl who could not have been over sixteen years old. She was very lovely, but she had not fully developed into the figure of a woman. But she wore the same kind of toga-dress as the others so Patience assumed that she was someone in a position of authority.
The girl seemed fascinated by Patience's breasts. She lifted each of the full orbs in her hands as if she were weighing them and bounced them several times to test their firmness. Her fingers tickled and teased the nipples, finally stretching the breasts away from Patience's chest until she looked down and saw that her lovely mounds were pulled into long cone shapes. Her nipples ached from this abuse but she remained silent.
"Magnificent," the girl remarked as she released the stretched nipples. "What's your name?"
"Patience," replied the woman on the pole.
"Lovely name," said the girl. But then, she too went to the rack. She returned with a small whip and streaked it numerous times across the breasts that she had been admiring only moments before.
When Jan and Jean returned, they lifted Patience off the cruel post. Patience saw that the pole glistened with her juices and, once again, she was disgusted with the way that her body was betraying her.
"What did I do wrong?" asked Patience after she explained her afternoon ordeals.
"I can't for the life of me imagine why they did that," said Jan.
"Me neither," agreed Jean. "Did you address them properly?"
"What do you mean?" asked a bewildered captive.
"Did you call them Mistress?"
Patience had learned three valuable lessons so far this day. Lack of obedience would be dealt with severely. Slaves speak only when spoken to. And respect was expected. All infractions would be punished.
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