"My husband has bought another fucking slave," griped Athena.
She was currently hosting a little 'in home' party for a group of her friends (female) and they were all indulging in a little bitching about husbands and lovers.
"And precisely what is wrong with your husband buying another slave," asked one of the girls.
"I just told you. She's not a slave. She's a fucking slave. It seems that she an eighteen year old virgin."
"Uh, I think you've just contradicted yourself," murmured Moira. "Is she eighteen or is she a virgin?"
"Both," said Athena with a sigh. "I've no idea where he found her, but he did."
"Well, why don't you bring her in so we can check her out? If she's still a virgin she must be a model for gargoyles."
Athena nodded and clapped her hands.
Sampson, her Major-domo, was promptly at her side, bowing low.
"Mistress?" he inquired.
"Fetch the new slave. We wish to look at her."
"Immediately, Mistress," said Sampson, bowing out.
The women continued chatting desultorily while they waited. In a short while Sampson returned, escorting a tall woman, covered in a cloak.
"Sampson," said Athena irritably, "I said we wish to see her, not just have her in our presence. Remove the clothing. All of it."
"Your will, Mistress," said Sampson, indicating that the two escorting slaves should strip the new slave. "Her name is Isabel."
"Good god," said Moira. "No wonder she's a virgin. She probably killed anyone who approached her."
The new slave was an unusual specimen. Standing two metres tall, she had bright red hair and green eyes. A small red tuft at her thighs showed the hair colour to be authentic. She was well endowed, and her firm young breasts jutted proudly, while her waist dipped in to flare out at the hips.
"If you don't mind, Mistress," said Sampson, "a little history. It appears that she was well guarded at her home until the slavers raided. When they found what they'd caught they also took precautions to guard her well. It is said that one slave did get to her, but she killed him before he could damage her. She broke his neck I understand.
The master paid quite a high price for her."
"Ye gods, Athena," gasped Moira. "You really don't want that woman in the household. She'll destroy it."
"Forget the household. Think of your husband. If he decides to deflower her she'd probably break his neck, too," pointed out another friend.
"Not likely," sniffed Athena. "Arturo would just arrange to have her fastened to the ground so she couldn't stop him doing anything he wanted.
Tell me, Sampson. Does she speak out language?"
"No, Mistress. She refuses to learn. The slavers chose not to whip her as they did not wish to mark her skin. My lord has also stated the same restrictions."
"You know," said Athena thoughtfully. "I really don't like that arrogant bitch. Look at her, standing there looking down at us as though she was just as good as us.
Neither do I like the idea of her getting her claws into Arturo. I think I need to have her brought down a peg."
"So what do you intend to do?" asked Moira with a smirk.
"Well, it seems to me that she'd lose a lot of her appeal to Arturo if she lost her virginity. Why don't we arrange that?"
"Um, possibly because Arturo would have anyone who takes her castrated, even if they did do so on your orders," pointed out Moira.
"And this concerns us because?" asked Athena.
The girls laughed.
"So, who do you get to do the job?" asked one of her friends.
"I have no idea, but I'm sure Sampson can help.
Sampson, who on the estate had the biggest cock? Slave or guard, it doesn't matter. Preferably someone butt ugly."
Samson smiled. "That would be Rudolfo, Mistress. He's a slave. He's big, ugly and has rather large masculine parts. If he was subsequently to lose them over this it would not matter."
(Especially it would not matter to Sampson, who would quite like to see his biggest rival castrated.)
"Fetch him."
The women waited expectantly for Rudolfo to be produced. They were not disappointed. Sampson brought him in naked so that they could inspect his endowments. Rudolfo was even taller than the red headed slave and probably twice as broad, all of it muscle. His face had the well-used look of someone who used his face to catch fists and feet.
Athena nodded. "You, slave," she said, nodding to Rudolfo, "examine that female slave carefully. And don't worry if you get an erection doing it. It will be expected."
Rudolfo bowed and turned to Isabel and proceeded to run his hands over her. She reacted violently, causing the two slaves who had come in with her to promptly take hold of her arms.
"Hold," snarled Athena, and the little tableau froze.
