BOUNTIFUL BREASTS | bdsm stories

Many brides, subjected to the sperm of a stranger in the temple and a bridegroom in the marriage bed, might expect that seed to root and swell in their belly, before they experienced a period as a married woman. Claudia was glad when her monthly flow appeared, a week or so after she had been deflowered, and even more so when her next went missing, and the one after as well.

She was carrying Aurelius's child for certain, and quickly enough to flatter his virility, something she had never had cause to doubt from the first time he had thrust his manhood into her and, more particularly, from the moment when he revealed his capacity for tenderness on the morning after their bridal night.

His ardour and tenderness had continued unabated from the first morning, and seemed only enhanced by her pregnancy. She blossomed under his care and, surprisingly, that of Selena.

That young woman seemed to have undergone a catharsis on the night she had flogged Claudia half to death, treating her now with love and kindness, seeking always to look to her comfort and needs as she grew heavier and subject to the many minor, and not so minor, discomforts of carrying a child. It was not conscience or fear of retribution, Claudia was sure, but genuine friendship between women. It added immeasurably to her happiness to have a woman friend of her own age in the household.

She made a good recovery from childbirth, helped by sound advice from the midwife Selena had found for her and the exotic dancing that the old woman had instructed her in, as the surest way to restore the female anatomy to prime condition for service in bed or at board. She learned routines to contract her stretched vagina until Aurelius could enjoy its tight clenching on his manhood to the full, and exercises that flattened her distended belly back to girlish slimness. The law forbade her trying to regain her apple breasts, but graceful arm movements took out the sagging in her milk heavy dugs, and she wore a band beneath them, to take the weight of the milk she was obliged to keep flowing for the state's sake.

It had came as a shock to Claudia to realise how the time had passed.

While she had been carrying the child, her two years had expired and she was due to enter the state's service again, a duty that could not be postponed. Even pregnant women were not excused.

She would hand over her daughter to a wet nurse, but she herself must stay in milk for the benefit of wounded or sick soldiery, and the manufacture of emergency rations for the isolated, but all-important, border forts.

She had only just become receptive to a prick again in her carefully exercised vagina. But, for the honour of the state, in whose care she would be placed for the next six months, she must open her thighs like everyone else and feel the hot iron in her flesh.

She had to stand while the woman in front of her on the chain writhed and screamed. Then the needle with its silver wire pierced her vulva again and again as it sewed up her entrance and the seal was crimped in place, the seal that again declared her inviolable on pain of crushed testicles or total castration for the man who forced her. She bore the ceremony in silence, hardened now by previous experience and the duties of a married woman, especially one who had been given in manes at her marriage, with all that that brought with it in terms of the tempering flame of suffering. Then she must listen to the honourable groans of the woman who followed her.

The gang to which she was assigned was very mixed. It consisted of the young girl who had screamed in pain and terror as her vulva was seared, two

Roman women of the City, hardened by previous visits to the iron and the needle, and a handsome older woman, her features and dark complexion suggesting Damascus or Alexandria as her birthplace, or at least the home of her not so distant ancestors.

They were assigned to the transports striving to get through to the winter battered forts in the mountains. At first they moved supplies up to the gangs repairing the inevitable wash-outs in the road, taking up food and tools for the workers. Her breasts were heavy when she had joined the gang, and they were not allowed to falter in their lactation by reason of the absence of an infant to suck on them.

The Syrian woman was skilled in these matters. She put her arms round Claudia from behind, her own breasts pressed against Claudia's bare back in sensuous cushions, her hands closing on each swollen mound in turn, stroking the milk down towards the teat then expressing it into a bowl. Five times a day, before and after work, and at the breaks in between, she stroked and squeezed.

The thin jets came hissing into the bowl until Claudia moaned in protest at the final pinching of her nipples to force out the last drops.

The regular milking, the healthy open air life, and the extra diet she was allotted ensured her flow was not depleted in any way by her absence from her babe.

Each evening the milk was warmed over a fire and the curds added next day to the skin slung below the wagon. When sufficient was accumulated, it was squeezed through a cloth and the resultant semi-solid cake set to dry into a small hard cheese, the 'iron rations' of the legionaries in the field.

After they were some two weeks or so into the mountains the road was passable enough for the first reliefs to get through, Claudia's wagon among them. Now her role changed from dairy beast to suckler, though not of babes.

In those hard winters up in the mountains it was difficult to obtain fresh supplies. There was grain enough, and preserved and salted food, but the men's health suffered from the lack of green vegetables and fruits, and there were many sick and weakened men in the forts. Moreover the conditions were such that there was constant risk of injury, not to speak of Barbarian attacks in any breaks in the weather, and there were wounded, as well as sick, to bring down.

Now Claudia found she no longer had to submit to the Syrian's crushing embrace as she wrung the milk from swollen teats. Instead she was set, in every interval in her normal toil, to nurse a wounded, or otherwise weakened, man against her breast. A greedy mouth would fasten on her nipple, or sometimes a man to each breast, their suckling seeming to draw life from her very lungs.

It was not just sustenance for their poor battered bodies she brought them. This hungry sucking on a warm milk-filled udder, rolling the rubbery nipple on their tongue, and nipping it with their teeth, sometimes none too gently, helped heal battered minds as well.

It did nothing for her teats though. If she had found the Syrian's rigorous treatment of her tender breasts painful, the almost brutal treatment she received from her nurslings was torment. But she did not complain. It was her duty to provide her milk to sustain these men who had suffered so in the defence of the state, and it would be cowardice and dereliction of that duty to withhold her sustenance from them, just to spare her sore nipples and aching breasts.

They made journey after journey along the rough and jolting track, ferrying groups of sick soldiery down to the coast, giving them suck five or six times a day, and then worked their way back up again, the Syrian ensuring that she did not waste anything on the way. She milk her at every break, and processed her yield into more small cheeses for the military commissariat.

Though Claudia spent most of that service on the road to the mountains, there were short spells in the city, while they awaited the assembly of another convoy to ascend the steep and rocky roads back to the frontier. On one of these stopovers the vexed question of the trouble makers from the temple of Isis reared its ugly head again. They had no sooner delivered their breast-fed cargo to the military hospital, than they were summoned to join a parade of women in state service to witness punishment.

It was a repetition of the episode on her previous service. As might be expected, Claudia had reported for duty at the same time as the rebellious cousins. Every woman was fixed inexorably into her time slot, once she had

reported for her first tour of duty. The difference this time was that the two naked women, hanging by their wrists from the whipping post in the centre of the hollow square formed by the women on parade, did not receive a last minute reprieve. There were still calls from some disaffected women, and a handful of misguided men, for them to be spared or, at least, given some lesser sentence, but this time the Commandant was resolved to make an example. After addressing the assembled females on the subject of loyalty and duty, he turned to the twin menacing figures that stood on each side of the platform on which the post was mounted.

"Carry on," he instructed them, "two dozen each, and lay them on hard. I want this to be a lesson to them all."

The two naked women tensed in their bonds. To either side of them the other members of their gang cringed back as far as the chains that linked them would allow. The law of the chain was absolute. Once riveted in place they were never relaxed, except only in death. Childbirth did not release a female from her gang of five, who would become her midwives and carers, as Claudia herself had experienced the previous session, and punishments too were witnessed, if not shared, by all. The other three had lived in mortal terror for the last twenty-four hours, expecting to be flogged with the ringleaders. At least the Commandant had relented enough to spare their backs, though they would have to witness their sisters scorching at close quarters, the leather lashes whistling within inches of their flinching bodies on their way to bite the flesh of the writhing girls at the post.

The two massive legionaries took position behind their respective victim, the black whips swung back, then descended in turn on the backs stretched naked and helpless before them.

As each blow fell the stricken women first gasped in pain then, as the score mounted, gave low cries of distress, finally abandoning the hopeless cause of dignified silence and frankly shrieking their agony, dancing on their toes, trying to writhe away behind the stark pillar of wood to which thy were chained.

But they could not escape the cruel thongs. As the strokes fell lower, the lash wrapped itself round their flanks to slice their breasts from the side, sending their cries and spasms to new heights.

As the flogging progressed, the women's voices became hoarse with shrieking and by the time they had had their full doses they were all but spent.

The remainder of their gang supported them as they dragged themselves past the ranks of watchers. Claudia could not help feeling sorry for them. It had been a severe thrashing, but she reminded herself of their foolish preaching, and the poisonous effects it might have on impressionable female minds, and could see that they had only brought it on themselves. It were better this folly was nipped in the bud, before everyone, men, women, the whole state, was destroyed by it. Nevertheless she was relieved to leave the camp again, with another load of supplies for the mountains, followed by another return giving suck to grateful soldiers.

When at last, after six months productive lactation, her service was up and she could return to Aurelius's ready prick and the babes hungry lips, she was as sore above as below. Aurelius had hurt her with his ripping of her seals, and the babe with her now toothy bite on her suffering nipples, but she welcomed both hurts as willing payments for the love of each.

She returned to the strangely regulated life of a woman of Pityus, three parts indulged and comfortable living, one part of total slavery in the state's cause. Now she could relax in the love of her husband and daughter, loving them in return. At first Aurelius, once he had asserted his marital rights, by cutting her seal and bursting her renewed virginity with his massive weapon, drawing a shriek of pain from her in the process, rewarding her with shrieks of passion. But a little later he had spared her further pregnancy for a while by turning her on her stomach, hoisting her hips, and sinking his maleness in her willing anus. The ardour and love he displayed in this aroused a matching response in her. Soon her own rising lust enabled her to share in his passion and its subsequent catharsis.

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