Suddenly she felt a gloved hand separating her vulva fronds. "Just look at this one's slot, colleague," the bearded one exclaimed. "Ever seen a pair of drapes that length? Like a slobbering bloodhound's snout. And rancid with discharge already." He gripped the rashers of limp flesh, elongating them for his partner to see. The younger slave master whistled, knowing his senior's partiality for long, unpruned sex lappets, Thanon contending they enhanced friction on a rod of cock. "Ample scope too for the rings, my lad," the senior added, "if she qualifies. Our sister Damiana's going to be ecstatic when she sees this. One can just see her drooling, once she's got this minx strung up by the ankles, and handing a courtier the torture tongs." Silvana went numb, hardly daring to breathe. Tongs? And who was Damiana?

She had no time to think further as the man called Hephaistos, a long-thonged scourge in hand, approached her face, pinched her nose to open the mouth, and drove his cock into the gullet. The girl wrenched on the cords as the stout tube of gristle gouged her, almost unhinging the jaws. She retched as if being throttled with a choke collar, an item, since she had been compared with a dog, she feared might well be used on her, if selected. The fantasies of silks, slippers and serving sherbet had long since begun to dissolve.

For the first time in her life and as best she could, she performed the second oldest sexual task known and found it singularly exciting but since she could hardly move her head, exacting. Her initial elation did not last long.

The two whips landed in slow alternation, to allow the pain to build as it did under the domestic strap, the young one's slamming directly into the blanched cleft between the shuddering buttocks and curling down into the open vulva, flailing the much exalted fronds of slack flesh; the other scourge flayed the lavish, welted arse crosswise. The throat being blocked, she had no chance to moan or, after the first dozen lashes, scream. The beatings rose in intensity, jagged purple flashes of agony blinding her, along with her tears. Her body was being propelled through long labyrinths of white pain her flesh had not only never entered before but never believed existed. After around a score of savage but expert cuts had welted her, she managed to rid her maw of the cock and yelled. The shriek seemed to drive the men to flagellate even harder, Hephaistos seizing the golden locks and, a second later, the shaft was battering her hoarse larynx again. "Up and down it, slut," she heard vaguely. "Use the tongue on the helm... and along the crease on the underside, you useless whore. That's it... Now suck faster." On and on went the whips, lashing what was already a mass of weals, a few, the men saw, beginning to bleed edifyingly. The callow novice's rump, the floggers declared across the roped carcass, was well up to palace standards.

Silvana did her utmost to suck smoothly. She fellated, clogged up, gulped and fellated again, feeling the new welts swelling into red-hot rods across her rump, sweat gluing her to the table. Something had begun to change in her entrails. The whips had ignited her.

But, as abruptly as it had begun, the flagellation ceased. Thanon spread her own sex juices over the sphincter and screwed his whip haft into the bowels. She felt she was being torn apart. "Let it in, my beauty," he urged the writhing female. "Relax that clenched hole." And he watched the tight ring ripple along the handle, the crimson roll of anal muscle following each thrust and drag, like the ring of lips slithering along his colleague's cock. Leaving the scourge to jerk in the rectum, he remarked that few of the over-sodomized sluts up at the palace grasped a phallus with such trenchant, determined power.