In Mistress Jarvinia's home, a slave-girl can be punished for any reason, no matter how trivial. On this day I was ordered to bring my mistress the stalk of an alloeh plant from her garden, that she might use it to craft some sort of medicine for one of the villagers.
My education in my home country did not include instruction on the identification of plants. Therefore I ended up removing the stalk from some other green plant in her garden. I had attempted to bring her the proper thing, however my good intentions were not enough and Mistress Jarvinia ordered me punished for plucking the wrong plant.
I had been chained upside down to the wall of one of the hidden chambers of Mistress Jarvinia's home. My ankles were chained far apart and my swollen pubic lips were very much on display and at eye level for anyone standing in the room. To make matters even more miserable, Darina would enter the room where I was chained and thrust the stiff bristles of a broom into my swollen, sensitive nipples or my wet, throbbing sex.
The broom did no real damage, however my flesh was soft, and the bristles of the broom were hard and stiff. I wailed in pain and alarm whenever the wicked girl tormented my poor sex with her wretched broom. She took a sadistic delight in tormenting me and seeing the distress on my face whenever I was punished or abused.
The stiff bristles of the broom seemed like the bites of a thousand baneful insects as she pushed them roughly into the delicate folds of my exposed, pink nether lips. Begging Darina for mercy only caused her to abuse my naked loins all the more, as the malicious girl took delight in my helplessness, vulnerability and screams of distress.
I do not know how long I was chained to that wall of that room. Time seemed to lose all meaning. When Darina would abuse my poor exposed pink nether lips with the bristles of her broom, it seemed as if it took almost an hour before she stopped. Darina would laugh at my distress and my swollen labia and inner thighs felt chafed afterwards.
And when I was left alone in that room, there was always the fear and apprehension of Darina's return. I had nothing but my fear and the sound of my own uneasy heart beating to mark the time as I hung there helpless and vulnerable.
This disquieting pattern went on for quite some time and was not broken until Mistress Jarvinia herself entered and exhibited me to a guest in her home.
Her guest was a fine young man with boyish comeliness and a very slender build, however not slender enough to look delicate. He was very clearly graceful and moved with alertness and precision. He led the way, ahead of Mistress Jarvinia, and strode over towards my helpless body and eyed my exposed nudity intently.
"So, you are Odilia," the man with the boyish face inquired of me.
His shirt was of the darkest black fabric I had ever seen. His jerkin was made of leather and likewise black. His breeches were black. His polished leather boots were quite black and the leather belt he wore around his narrow waist was black. He even wore a ring with a black onyx stone.
His face was smooth and innocent of any beard or whiskers. His eyes seemed boyish and trusting, and his mouth appeared soft and guileless and his smile seemed to be without malice. I held out a slim hope that he might be kind.
"Yes, Master," I responded timidly to his question.
While I hung there helpless, the man studied my naked tormented sex, breasts and abused nipples with great absorption. As I looked up at his face, even his eyes were black.
The black-clad man placed his hands gently on my widespread thighs, smoothing his fingers across my naked flesh, feeling his way along, causing me to tremble. I awaited the touch of his fingers on my pink, tumescent nether lips, however his hands stopped short, leaving me dissatisfied.
My wet sex pulsed softly and I moaned in frustration as the man with the boyish eyes smiled innocently at me. "I've heard much about you, Odilia," he said, sedately, "I've heard from Lady Svetlana that that you were quite exquisite. I've likewise heard from a number of villagers refer to you as
'the goddess'
as if you were some sort of pagan sex god. Now I can see why they say such things. Such ripe little breasts with such delightfully pink nipples, and such delectable firm thighs and pink nether lips...so swollen and wanton in your wetness. I can see why your mistress shaves you there. It would be a shame to conceal that hungry mouth of yours! Such a treasure should
never
be hidden!"
"Take care, Lord Conrad," I heard Mistress Jarvinia say sharply from across the room, "Talk such as that will fortify the girl's pride. And no mistress or master ever desires a proud slave-girl."
"You're right, of course," replied the black-clad man, looking suddenly apologetic. "I had no intentions of spoiling your slave. I assure you, she will be humbled and chastened before I leave here today."
I moaned again and my heart filled with trepidation at his words. Exactly what did this Lord Conrad intend to do with me?
Almost as if he had been able to hear my thoughts, Lord Conrad continued, "I have slaves of my own who have heard the tales of your slave with annoying frequency. They have grown irritated at her fame and have taken it as a personally directed insult that your slave has become renowned, while they have labored in obscurity."
"Would those be the two girls you have brought with you, today?"
"Precisely, Ava and Godiva. They wish to meet this pagan sex goddess for themselves."
When next my mistress spoke, her voice was filled with a sadistic sort of mirth, "And of course Ava and Godiva will want to see the goddess humbled and taught that she is no better than we mere mortals."
"They will," agreed Lord Conrad. "Of course this may take some time. My slave-girls will desire to be very thorough."
Mistress Jarvinia strode forward, until she was very clear in my vision. I could see her sadistic smile quite clearly. "You may tell your slave-girls," Mistress Jarvinia said jovially, "to take as much time as they need."
My heart filled with great apprehension and dread, and my breasts felt heavy. It is infinitely worse to be punished by a naked slave than a master or a mistress. A slave-girl in Bellavalten would have been a haughty proud princess in their own lands, but now brought low as an abject and naked slave, they would be fervently eager to ease her misery and humiliation by severely punishing, abusing and humiliating another slave should the opportunity ever be given to them.
Mistress Jarvinia released my ankles and wrists from their bonds and then Lord Conrad led me from the room and out into the hallway with several hard spanks to my sore, naked buttocks. I was herded out into the fresh air and sunshine by Lord Conrad and into the presence of two very tall and well-muscled slave-girls.
They had slender waists and flat bellies, much like myself, however they had powerful muscles visible in their naked thighs and calves.
"Ava and Godiva are ponies," Lord Conrad explained. "These tall beauties pull my carriage. They are well-trained and quite exceptional."
I had never seen female ponies before. I had seen male ponies in the village and had assumed that all ponies were male, however Ava and Godiva had impressive legs, almost the equal of any male pony. They were tall and even naked they were physically impressive. They reminded me of the tales I had heard of the tall warrior women known as
Valkyries
that supposedly inhabit the Northlands and watch over battlefields.
I was fearful of what cruel punishments they might have in mind for me.
"Godiva," Lord Conrad said to the pony with the firmest, most sculpted body of the two, "This is the slave that has been getting all the attention, the one that Lady Svetlana is mad about. What do you think of her?"
Godiva came closer and gave me an assessing look. Her eyes were not kind as she appraised my naked body. She circled me, surveying my naked buttocks as well as my poor breasts and poor abused pink sex. My breasts heaved as I nervously awaited to see how Godiva would respond to her master.
"She hardly seems like a goddess to me," Godiva finally said after spending much time examining my exposed nudity. "I should have thought that a goddess would have been much taller."
Then, with disdain in her voice, Godiva spoke to me and said, "Slip your hands to the back of your neck, girl and thrust your breasts out for me. And spread your legs apart. If you are to be a sex goddess, it does not seem sensible that you would conceal your sex from those who would worship you."
Godiva's mocking tone felt like a painful blow across my face. I obeyed this arrogant woman. We were both naked and slaves in a foreign land, however it was quite clear that her status outranked mine.
I felt my heart beat frantically in my chest and face burn with shame as Godiva and Ava both examined my naked body and judged me as if I were on the auction block and eligible for them to place bids upon.
Godiva took both of my painfully erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, feeling the smoothness and delicateness of my nipples before cruelly pinching them. My bosom heaved all the more from the pain that Godiva had inflicted on my poor nipples, however the naked slave-girl showed no sympathy for my pain and instead, used her right hand to spank both of my breasts.
I cried out at this sudden assault and Godiva declared that I seemed rather sensitive for a goddess.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I resolved not to cry out for these women a second time. I clenched my teeth tightly together and concentrated on holding the humbling position that I had been commanded to hold.
The one named Ava placed her hand between my legs and lifted my sex as if weighing it, felt the roundness and heaviness of my pubic lips, pinched them, stroked them and said, "Very nice, plump, red, visible pubic lips, but would a goddess be absolutely bereft of pubic hair? It seems to me that this is more the pelvis of a bad little girl than a goddess." Ava then inserted two fingers into my sex, causing me to gasp. She spent a great deal of time inspecting the interior of my vagina, probing deeply, causing my legs to tremble and feel weak as she found all of the sensitive spots within my wet, pulsing sex, causing me to pant and suffer one agonizing wave of desire after another. The more I would gasp and tremble, the more Ava would laugh at my plight.
My sex was throbbing with hungry spasms when Ava removed her fingers and left me trembling with sexual heat and frustration.
