Excerpt from: Jenny Polo Book 5: The Gods of Atlantis

 

None of the men in the big pool of the bathhouse responded to Jenny's hopeful request for a towel. The fact that she had apparently been speaking the local language without knowing it no longer surprised her. They seemed to be even more shocked at her sudden appearance in their midst than she was at finding that she had landed in Atlantis - of all places! But their inaction did give her a few seconds to take in her surroundings.

The air was hot and humid. Above her the open roof over the pool framed a rectangle of bright blue sky out of which she had just fallen. A shaft of sunlight shone down through it and illuminated the interior and its rows of marble columns with ornate capitals that ran around the sides of the pool. Globes of opalescent glass were strung between them. At each end were flights of steps and at each corner were bronze fish that spouted water out of their mouths into the pool. Hung above them were shields formed out of hammered brass or gold that symbolically depict a radiant sun.

Down the long sides of the pool behind the ranks of columns were spaces divided by perforated screens and lit by lantern skylights under which were arrayed benches and tables where men wrapped in towels appeared to be relaxing and enjoy convivial conversations. Between them gagged and chained naked women moved about carrying platters and pitchers. They, like the men they were serving, had paused to turn and stare at the commotion her arrival had caused.

What would have been original, just for once, Jenny thought, was to land somewhere where women wore more clothes and fewer chains! But apparently her adventures did not work like that.

Then the spell broke and the men in the pool lunged at her.

There was a brief struggle and then Jenny was held by half a dozen men who had grasped hold of whatever bits of her anatomy they could. One of them clamped a hand over her mouth and shouted in her face, 'Hold your tongue, barbarian!'

Together they dragged her up the steps onto the skirt of mosaic flooring that surrounded the pool. They pushed her down flat and one of them stood on her wet trailing hair, holding her head to the floor. Now she was looking up at a lot of bare legs, ball sacks and penises.

A young muscular attendant simply dressed in sandals and a loincloth hurried up to them.

'What has happened, gentlemen... who is this?'

'We've caught an intruder, Pictos. Fetch your Master at once!'

'Yes, Sir...' and he hurried off.

Curious men were emerging from the partitioned compartments and coming over to see what the fuss was about and to stare at Jenny. She now noticed that they were all of a similar type, with slightly coppery skin, black hair and strong aquiline noses.

'Where did she come from?' one asked the group who had caught Jenny.

'Didn't you see - she just fell out of the sky!'

'Appeared in the sky, you mean,' someone contradicted. 'I saw it. Out of nothing.'

'That's impossible!'

'It's true, she did,' another confirmed. 'Suddenly she was there already falling.'

'Did you hear what she was saying? She didn't know where she was. How could that be?'

'Look at her. She's clearly a barbarian. Quite pretty, though...'

'But she spoke good Atlantean... and you answered her back! You... conversed with a barbarian women in our pool!'

There were a chorus of groans at this revelation from those who had not heard the interchange.

'I didn't mean to,' her hapless interlocutor protested, 'I... I was too surprised to realize what I was doing!' He pointed an accusing finger at another man. 'And you talked to her as well!'

'It was all so sudden... I didn't mean to either!'

'See that sign,' one said, kicking her leg across so that she twisted her hips to expose her rump and her green Oz brand. 'That's an owner's mark if I ever saw one. She must belong to somebody.'

Another man pointed to her chest. 'But she's got no proper name or number and no collar.'

'An unregistered girl who escaped from her owner, maybe?' the first suggested.

'By flying through the air like a bird and falling in our pool?'

'But she didn't fly,' the skywatcher insisted. 'She just appeared already falling!'

'Truly, we live in an age of wonders,' another observed philosophically.

At that moment a young man at the back of the group, who had been staring at Jenny in deep fascination all this time, suddenly turned and left hurriedly.

One of her captors prodded her onto her back again, slapped her thighs apart and inserted stiff fingers into her naked vulva and then the mouth of her vagina, making her whimper. The digits went into the knuckle. By reflex she squeezed on them.

'She's no virgin,' the prober declared. The eyes about her grew even more attentive and thoughtful even as exposed penises began to rise.

'And she's decently hairless about her groin unlike some of those barbarian women,' another observed. 'They say they have to shear them like sheep on the way here to make them presentable.'

Jenny now noticed that they had almost no body hair.

A middle-aged balding man bustled up to the group, followed by Pictos. He was dressed in a sleeveless white tunic trimmed with gold braiding, golden armlets and wristlets, and had chunky rings on his fingers.

'What is going on here, gentlemen?' he demanded.

'Kryades - at last...' one of her captors exclaimed, and he was immediately bombarded with barrage of voices explaining how Jenny had interrupted their bath. Jenny said nothing, doubting if it would make much difference to what they did next. Disturbing a male-only bath and speaking out loud had apparently violated enough local taboos to be going on with.

The explanation concluded and Kryades raised his hands and fluttered his beringed fingers placatingly.

'I apologise for this disturbance, gentlemen, but I cannot be held responsible for women falling out of the sky. Ask the Gods to explain such things. Now I shall hand her over to the City Watch to sort it out and you may resume your bath in peace.'

'Not before she's been punished for the distress she gave us and for speaking in the baths,' one of her captors said, which raised a chorus of assent.

'And after she's been punished we have her,' another added.

That suggestion brought forth an even louder response.

'Gentlemen, you know it is not done to punish or use a girl without her owner's permission,' Kryades pointed out.

A man pointed to her neck and chest. 'No collar and no registration stamp, therefore, until one is found to claim her, she has no owner,' he said.

Jenny shivered. Apparently if she had no owner then clearly she had no protection. It did not matter that she had blamelessly offended them. She was going to be punished and screwed because that was clearly how they did things around here.

'A fair point,' Kryades conceded. 'Very well, you may have your fun.' He raised his voice to address the curious onlookers. 'But do not damage her. And only those of you who caught her with your own hands can use her.' He pointed up at the slab of a vertical sundial set over the sunward side of the roof entablature above the pool. 'You can have her for an hour. Then I will take her to the Watch. You can use the discipline frame...'

He strode off while the men picked Jenny up and dragged her over to one corner of the poolroom.

Here a Y-shaped timber restraining frame, fitted with many sets of leather straps, was mounted on a heavy supporting post with a grating by its base. What looked like a cistern was mounted high on the wall beside the frame and connected to it by a length of thick hosing. Under the cistern was an array of assorted punishment devices.

At the sight of it Jenny began to struggle by reflex even as she felt her nipples harden and her pussy fill afresh with a hot slippery tingle of perverse anticipation. Her struggles were of course ignored.

Many hands lifted her into the air and laid her flat on her back on the frame, with her bottom on its fork. Her arms were dragged up above her head along the tail of the "Y" and straps were drawn tight over her wrists and elbows. Her legs were pulled wide and laid along the spreading branches of the Y and straps went over her knees and ankles. A gag strap was pulled across her mouth and a belt was buckled over her waist, holding her hips down.

For a moment her captors paused to savour her helpless, inviting state, with their cocks stiffening in anticipation.

One said, 'We haven't much time if we all want to have her. Let's all thrash her together and then get on with it...'

They chose their implements and spread out around her. Her eyes swivelled about, taking in canes and paddles and lashes and half a dozen stiff penises and she whimpered. For a moment they stroked them across her body, teasing her breasts and stomach and groin and laughing at her show of distress.

'You shouldn't have disturbed our bath, barbarian,' one said with glee.

Her nipples were now like little peaks of throbbing India-rubber hardness. Ten seconds of freedom and now here she was again on her back with her legs wide about to be ...

The canes and paddles and lashes hissed and swished through the air and cracked and slapped and thwacked against her flesh. She shrieked into her gag strap as her flesh shivered and rippled and nipples were beaten down only to spring up again and the paddle pounding her soft pussy lips flat splattered her juices across her thighs. Raw pain burned and seared through her flesh. Her muscles stood out as her body strained against her straps, but she was totally helpless!

So wonderfully and completely helpless!

Her beating lasted for a full minute and then it was over.

The upper side of her body was now a blushing pink from neck to knees and felt as if it was on fire. Was that not punishment enough for her transgression? Of course it wasn't...

A man dropped his spanking paddle and stood between her spread thighs. He worked some lever under the fork of the frame. A jet of water from an angled spout mounted in it squirted hard up into her pussy. She gasped as it flushed her out, welcoming its chill on and in her inflamed pussy, and then it gushed out of her and gurgled away through the grating at the frame's base.

The cleansing flow stopped and briefly she felt the man's shaft rubbing through her simmering pussy lips. Then he took hold of her hips and thrust his full, length into her.

Her masochistic responses, kindled by Oz, tested in Lilliput, sharpened in Hollow Earth, honed by Ruritania, and now boosted by a public thrashing took over completely. It was perversely arousing to be helpless and humiliated and punished and screwed. It was her curse and sometimes her salvation. She could not fight it so, once again, she surrendered to its dark alure.

She squeezed on his pumping shaft, sucking on it, slurping, ready to gulp down its seed. It was right that it should be inside her. That was what her pussy was for...

He grunted as he squirted his semen into her even as her loins burst and she shrieked as an orgasm exploded inside her.

The men in the baths mocked her with shouts and cheers as she writhed and bucked and sobbed in perverse delight.

Briefly Jenny's mind seemed to float detached from her body in a cloud of heady lust. That had been a good one but she could do so much better. Oh God, did she really mean that? But then that was her power. How she loved it and loathed it at the same time. She might have despised the men using her as well, except that such enmity seemed pointless in the circumstances.

Because she knew that they, and the bathhouse, and all of Atlantis, were doomed!

And if she stayed here for very long, then perhaps so was she!