You punish Martina under Albina's watchful eye.

Entering the dimly lit storeroom, you find yourself in a cramped, low-ceilinged room with tiny windows. You shove Martina to the floor, where she curls into a ball, sobbing. You shut the door and latch it firmly before beginning to undo your toga, while Albina silently crosses to a large sack of grain and perches upon it.

"Strip," you order Martina brusquely.

"D-dominus?"

"Do I have to repeat myself constantly? I won't leave you with your body marked up, to invite question or comment. Strip yourself and kneel."

Trembling, the girl obeys your demands. Kneeling on the hard, packed earth of the storeroom floor, she barely comes up to your belly button, and you have to stoop slightly to pinch the round, pink nipples on her apple-like breasts. Martina lets out a pained yelp as you pinch and twist her nipples cruelly before grabbing a length of cord from the storeroom. Squatting behind her, you tie her wrists behind her back and begin to massage and play with her tits, while making eye contact with Albina over Martina's shoulders.

"Tell me, Martina," you say as she begins to tremble and whimper slightly, "how many times did you meet this Brutus?"

"F-five, Dominus."

"Five times. And when you met him...he fucked you, yes?"

"Y-yes, Dominus. We lay together."

You pinch her nipples hard, getting a squeal from her. "Did you lay together, or did he spread your legs and fuck you, with his cock in your cunt, you little slut?"

"Ahhhhhh! He - he fucked me, Dominus." You twist her nipples slightly. "Ah! He put his cock in my cunt! I opened his legs and he fucked me in the cunt!"

You release her nipples. "That's right. Now tell me - whose cunt is this?" You reach down and cup the organ in question, rubbing her clit and labia.

"Uh, m-mine, Dominus?"

"Wrong answer." You roughly thrust a finger into her, making Martina moan as you begin to work it in and out, stimulating her.

"Oh Diana! Y-yours, Dominus. This is your cunt."

"That's right." You glance over to Albina, who's watching you with wary regard...but parted lips. "Any objections to my claims?" Albina shakes her head mutely. "Then we all understand where we are."

You rise, and looking around, spot a small reed switch - probably meant for use on donkeys. Making sure it's clean, you turn back to Martina. "You shared my property - that cunt - without permission, Martina. But more importantly, you put everyone at this farm in danger. My investments, your fellow slaves, Albina here and her family -" you point to Albina with the switch. "All of them could have been killed by those bandits had Brutus decided to use you somehow to sneak in. You understand how serious that is?"

Martina nods tearfully, desperately. "I'm sorry, Dominus. I'm...I'm a foolish girl."

"A foolish girl is someone who forgets to do her chores because she's gossiping. You're no foolish girl, Martina." You squat in front of her face. "You, ****, are a stupid whore. Understand?"

Martina whimpers, but nods, tears streaming down her face. You swish the cane through the air experimentally. "Then you know why you're to be punished. Count the blows, Martina." Circling behind her, you pause for a moment, then deliver your first blow to the back of her thighs. *Swish-crack!*

"Ah! O-one, Dominus."

*Swish-crack!* "Two, Dominus!" *Swish-crack!* The next one lands higher, on her buttocks. "Th-three, Dominus!" *Swish-crack!* You move around to her stomach, and she flinches. "Fffour, Dominus!" You land the next blow slightly higher, just under her breasts. "F-five, Dominus. Please - " She knows what's coming, but you don't care. Your next blow lands squarely across her tits. "Gaaah! Six, Dominus!" You repeat the blow. "S-seven, Dominus!" Again. "Eeeeight, Dominus!" Again. "N-nine! Nine, Dominus!" Again. "Ten, Dominus!" Martina is sobbing. You're not striking her hard - in fact, you're pulling the blow slightly - but the switch is flexible enough for it to truly sting. Still, you've made your point. And, more urgently, you've gotten yourself well aroused. You toss the switch to Albina and pull off your tunic, freeing your already stiff cock.

"Two blows for each tryst with Brutus is less than most domini would give you, Martina. Show your gratitude, whore." Martina instantly understands your intentions, and waddles a **** step or two toward you on her knees before taking your cock in her mouth. She begins to suck you inexpertly but ardently, and you sigh in satisfaction.

"Is this a punishment for Martina, or just you taking advantage of her?" Albina asks dryly. You glance over at her, eyebrow raised.

"You said I wasn't to injure her. Don't you remember? I figured this recompense, coming from a whore like her, made sense." Martina's bobbing up and down on your cock, but it's clear she hasn't done this much, and she's mostly staying near the tip. You shrug. "Still, I suppose I can make it more of a punishment."

"That's not what I - " Before Albina can finish, you seize Martina's head and begin to fuck her face vigorously. She gags, eyes wide and watering, as you test the limits of her throat. After a few strokes to get her depth, you pull her down onto your cock, forcing her to **** on you as you hold her in place. Her eyes widen and she struggles slightly before you finally release her and she rocks back, coughing. Drool runs down her chin and her saliva thoroughly coats your cock.

"Not exactly what I meant, Gaius," Albina mutters. You laugh.

"A whore's mouth must be trained, though. And that's what Martina is now, even if no one else knows it." You lightly slap Martina's face. "A whore. I'd remind her of that position...I think I'll sample the same cunt that Brutus did." Shoving Martina onto her back, you take her legs onto your shoulders and guide your cock into her trembling quim. Martina moans as you do so and you chuckle. "A true whore - I think she's even enjoying this, a bit." You begin to thrust roughly into Martina's body, enjoying the sight of making her small tits bounce each time you do so.

As you fuck Martina, you glance over at Albina. She's watching you intently, eyes half-lidded, and her mouth is parted. Her breathing is shallow and one hand has dropped, apparently of its own accord, to her lap, where it looks like she's trying to resist touching herself. She's aroused by this, as well...could it be she would join you?