Jella stood at her post in the crowded dining hall. Her long, slender, coltish legs were outgrowing the simple linen shift that was her only garment, though her breasts were small and undefined. Chestnut locks framed grey eyes that bespoke her northern origins. She held herself erect at her station, but (as usual) her thoughts were far away. Philip had just brushed past her and given her a shy smile. The previous day they had met in an empty storeroom. They had kissed and fondled each other; then, heated by the caresses, Jella had lain down on a stack of rugs and placed her feet on Philip's shoulders. Philip had kneeled forward and licked and kissed her pussy, shaved bare in the custom of this land. His soft affections had provided her with a great deal of pleasure, culminating in an explosive orgasm. Covered in perspiration, she had knelt before Philip and taken his small hard cock into her mouth. Though relatively unschooled in fellatio, Jella had instinctively sought out the most sensitive areas, and guided by the slave's moans, feathered the shaft with her tongue while drawing it in and out between her lips. The breath of both slaves came faster and Philip moved urgently as the head of his cock seemed to swell. Jella eagerly swallowed – for the first time - the gush of warm salty come that jetted into her throat. The two had embraced again, then rushed back to their duties before their absences were observed.
Jella was still a virgin, since a maidenhead was a valuable asset in this land, and even slaves were kept intact until a profitable transaction was put into place by their masters. A terrible punishment was inflicted on any slave – or, indeed, woman of good family – who forgot this. Nontheless, other forms of activity were condoned, including the use of the rear entrance, which was not considered to involve virginity. However Jella still remained untouched in the latter regard; as she stood in the dining hall she contemplated how it would feel if Philip were to enter her there. Some slaves said it burned like fire, at least for the first few times; others asserted that they enjoyed it immensely, with it creating an ecstatic glow throughout their body. She would suck Philip's cute cock for a time, but not too long; then present her pale narrow buttocks on hands and knees; perhaps some olive oil could be obtained... Philip might know more, since, pretty as he was, he was undoubtedly obliged to serve his masters in this manner; he was sweet and kind, would do it slowly and gently so that she would have time to get used to it. It would be nice if he were the first in her ass... As she considered this delightful prospect, her pulse quickened and her small nipples hardened, while a pleasant warmth suffused her labia.
A sharp bump, and a loud crash. Appalled, Jella looked down to see the remains of an elaborate dish splattered at her feet. Delicately sliced river fish, covered with an intricate pattern of vegetable scales, adorned her bare feet and the marble floor amid the shattered remnants of a beautiful serving dish. She had been distracted by her pleasant daydreams and dropped the platter as it was handed to her.
Alas, this was not the first incident of its kind. She looked aghast as the steward Davro strode towards her, giving her a furious look. As the other slaves hastened to clear the mess, which was the wreck of the dinner's piece de resistance, Davro grasped Jella's wrist and pulled her from the hall, coldly ignoring her frightened apologies. With his chief assistant in tow, they swept her along the corridor to the room used for chastising errant slaves. Davro was a fair man, but strict and stern; while his punishments were generally earned, they were known to be severe. Jella was half carried by the angry steward into the room and the door slammed. Her linen shift was pulled over her head and she stood tremblingly naked facing the wooden stocks that stood there. Her neck and wrists were placed in the scooped out slots, the cover put down and the screws tightened to hold her immobile, with her neck stretched uncomfortably out. Her ankles were secured in the same manner and her nude body was bent over; it was well known that this position amplified the effect of an instrument striking the taut flesh of the unfortunate offender's buttocks.
Jella's excuses were suddenly cut off when Davro's assistant thrust a hollow, pear-shaped wooden gag between her jaws. The gag was pierced by a hole, allowing the prisoner to breathe, but muffling any sounds. Jella's heart sank. The gag was employed only if it was anticipated that the slave was likely to disturb the peace of the house with her cries. More moderate chastisements – six or a dozen cuts – did not require this precaution. Jella would thus be receiving a severe punishment; it would inflict no permanent damage, but she had seen the effects on one of her friends who had stolen a small piece of jewelry. That girl had been unable to sit down for almost a week, taking her meals standing. Jella had seen the girl's bottom, and it was striped like a zebra with raised red weals that lingered for some time
Her head held in the stocks, Jella could not see behind her. Her slender form, long smooth back and soft pale buttocks made a pretty picture, however. She strained fearfully to look out of the corner of her eye as Davro stepped across to the wall that held the various crops, canes and whips used for punishment. She saw him select a thin, lithe cane, which he experimentally swept through the air a time or two. Then he stepped behind her. A swish, a crack; and an excruciating pain shot through Jella's ass as Davro laid a carefully aimed stroke diagonally across her soft flesh. It stung atrociously and drove her breath out of her lungs through the hole in the gag with a whistle. It was quickly succeeded by an even more agonizing sensation; the next stroke had been delivered to deliberately cross the line of the first, evoking a muffled howl from the writhing naked girl.
A moment's respite occurred, Jella striving impossibly to rub the burning area. Davro spoke for the first time.
