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hand release her companion’s nipple. Then she felt cold braided leather lifting her chin, until she found herself looking into the feline green eyes of her new mistress. Lavinia was small and delicately pretty, with fine cheekbones and silky dark hair, coiled in an elegant coif. Half a head shorter than Elen, the woman held a vicious whip, brutally black against the cream material of her elegantly simple gown.
    ‘And what is your name, blondie?’ The woman smiled a cold and wicked smile, with no warmth in her glittering emerald eyes.
    ‘Elen, mistress,’ she managed, a little thickly, for her mouth was dry.
    ‘No, I think we’ll call you Flavia, for this hair. What is your name?’
    ‘Flavia, mistress,’ the blonde girl said quickly, eyes still fixed on the whip.
    ‘That is better. Delicia, learn from Flavia’s example.’
    The woman transferred the whip to her left hand, and reached up with her right, taking hold of the flaxen-haired slave’s left breast, her delicate hand having to spread to its fullest as she hefted the globe through its flimsy covering.
    ‘By Venus, but they breed them buxom in this wilderness. I swear this ones titties are even bigger than the other’s. Are all these she-slaves built like this, Paulus?’
    ‘No, mistress, this pair is quite atypical. It seems the druid that kept them had a liking for curvaceous maidens, and chose the most bounteously provided girls to serve him.’
    ‘Oh yes, Arrius mentioned their peculiar rituals. I would have thought in that case he would have been more interested in their rears.’ The woman released Elen’s breast.
    ‘Turn around and touch your toes,’ she snapped. ‘You too, Delicia.’
    Flavia, as Elen tried to think of herself, obeyed quickly. She bent and reached down, thighs quivering as she was all too aware of her nakedness and the whip in her mistress’s hand. But it was the other hand she felt first. She was patted, and then squeezed, and then she had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from yelping as Lavinia’s talons pinched.
    ‘Well, I can see why he chose this one for his ceremonies,’ the woman said, with a wry chuckle. ‘It is amazing that her buttocks can be so generously proportioned and yet as firm as ripe melons.’
    ‘And still her waist is trim,’ Paulus put in.
    ‘You aren’t selling this merchandise, I already own it,’ Lavinia snapped. ‘You are right, however,’ she conceded as she pinched the flesh of the bent girl’s inner thighs. ‘Her waist is tiny and her legs are long and shapely. Is this a woman, Paulus, or a brothel painting? Look, by Venus, the other is almost as astonishing. These bottoms were surely created by some barbarian god, especially for the lash. Oh no, they worship trees, don’t they? Well then, created by the birch gods, for the rod!’
    There was no mistaking the note of tight excitement that had come into Lavinia’s voice as she perused the captives’ naked nether regions. ‘Flavia’ grasped her ankles and tried her best to keep breathing steadily.
    ‘Now, I want you savage sluts to keep quite still for a moment,’ Lavinia hissed, her voice distorted now with simmering excitement.
    Flavia closed her eyes and cringed. There was a brief, appalling pause, and then she heard the whip whistle and a dreadful snapping sound, and she heard Delicia gasp with pain.
    ‘No, stay in your position!’ Lavinia shrieked. ‘Don’t you dare disobey me, you piece of barbarian shit!’
    There was a desperate whimpering sound beside Flavia, and her heart seemed to stop. Then she heard the whistling sound again and pain sliced across her rear, and she heard a strange gurgling sound coming from the back of her own throat. Fighting desperately to cling to her own ankles, as the pain seemed to try to force her to jump up, she shook her bottom and jiggled her legs as if she could somehow shake out the unendurable sensation.
    ‘Their arses may be made for it, but they put on a poor show,’ said