The Baron and the Shepherdess – Part II

by The Qmoq (c) 2006

The words chilled poor Jaina, but she followed the Baron down the imposing stone steps. He stopped halfway down to turn and assure her that she would not be hurt, and that she was being led to an antechamber, away from the more interesting devices. This reassured Jaina slightly, but she still felt shame at the thought of having lost her temper with him.

The antechamber measured barely ten feet on each wall, was brightly lit by three torches, and was private - a wooden screen behind the bars prevented any prying eyes.

Despite such accommodations, Jaina shook when she saw the single device that stood in centre of the room. It was a pillory, three feet off the ground and facing the door, with smoothed-down wood at the holes for neck and wrists. Attached to one side of the pillory was a piece of slate. The Baron ordered Jaina to write down her offence on the slate with a stick of chalk.

She sighed, feeling wretched as she wrote in small, clear letters: "I insulted the Baron."

The Baron added the word "mildly" before "insulted", as if to warn Jaina that a more offensive insult would have resulted in a more severe punishment. He then opened up the pillory, and Jaina paused only to ask him if he wanted her clothed or not: he did, and she smiled, until he told her that she would be on display and did not want criminals to enjoy her distress.

"But you will be locked in here, and no man can reach you, except for me. I will ask Mina, my nocturnal servant, to look in upon you from time to time. You will be released tomorrow morning, in time for your shepherdess duties."

With that, he shut the pillory carefully upon her neck and wrists, and locked it firmly in place. He was delicate in his movement, and ensured that his hand did not touch Jaina, not even accidentally. She twisted her head to catch his eye, but he strode purposefully out of the chamber without looking back. He had left the screen open but the metal grille was shut, and various jailers and other servants crowded in front of the grille to tease the poor woman. None mentioned the Baron, for fear of ending up in the same position - but there was no law against insulting a shepherdess. After an hour of her unprotected ears being filled with vile insults, each bringing a deeper shade of red to her cheeks, the evil men were herded from the door by a familiar feminine voice.

"Hello there," smiled Mina as she unlocked the cell door, entered, then closed and re-locked it, all with graceful, flowing twists of the wrist and elegant, balletic movement of her body. She pirouetted impishly, and squatted in front of Jaina's wide-eyed face. "Insulting the Baron, my my, I would never insult the Baron. You have been a naughty girl, haven't you?" giggled Mina, to whom Jaina forced a half-smile.

Mina stood up straight, and began to pace slowly around the prisoner. Jaina heard her footsteps on the stone floor, the steady rhythm marking the slow passage of time. However, it was Mina's words that caused the most distress for her. "You know, Jaina, I love to chat with you, you're such a nice person, but I do not appreciate being asked to take care of you in the middle of the night when I could be... well," she paused for a moment, careful to choose the right words, "entertaining myself in some other way. Fortunately, the Baron said that I could have fun with you. Oh do not be alarmed, my dear! I'm not evil, I won't harm a hair on your delectable body. I explained everything that I wanted to do with you to him, and he consented with just one proviso."

With those words, Mina appeared in Jaina's vision, and showed her a bottle of familiar-looking liquid. Jaina groaned twice. The first groan was an instant reaction to the news that she was going to be tormented by Mina's fine-boned hand. The second groan surprised Jaina, for it was a groan of arousal. She realised that she was associating the liquid with the forthcoming action of pleasure and rapture, and responding to it in a similar way that her sheep reacted to the sight of a bag of grain.

Mina saw the glint in her captive audience's eye, and wrongly assumed that it was for her. After gently raising the bottle to Jaina's lips and encouraging her to drink, she raised up Jaina's smock until her modesty was revealed.

"I would like you to spread your legs," Mina said politely, though Jaina did notice that it was not a question or a request, more of a flat statement. Jaina shuffled as best she could, and was forced to straighten her legs at the knee to avoid any excessive strain upon her neck. She shivered as she felt Mina's hand rest on her bottom, reminding her of how the Baron still obeyed his oath of not touching. Jaina was about to realise that Mina's hands were just as expert as her own. Gentle coaxing of her intimate area provoked an instant response, which Mina coarsely described in detail, correctly guessing that the humiliation would embarrass and arouse Jaina even more. It was a small, innocent comment that made Jaina's legs buckle, however. Mina said, "You're only here because of him," and this realisation sent butterflies to Jaina's stomach. She could picture him as though he was in the room, standing before her, looking sternly upon her, forbidding her to achieve pleasure. Her big blue eyes looked up, but there was no-one there. Behind her, Mina had crouched beneath Jaina's rump, who could feel her soft, rhythmic breath against her private area.

For the second time, Mina gave a plain statement. "I am going to lick you now, so I would like you to keep your legs apart." And then the black-haired girl paused, reflecting how tortuous it must be for Jaina to be pleasured in such a way, yet not stopping. She wanted to test the strength of the potion, and pit it against her own devious knowledge of a woman's intimate anatomy. Her tongue lapped thirstily at Jaina's most sensitive part, which was already painfully inflamed after a week's exertions. As she came up for breath, her mouth moist with the Jaina's fluid, Mina guessed aloud that her friend must be throbbing and aching all over. She went on to surmise that it was a shame that the potion meant that she could not be allowed to just continue for that final fraction.

Between sobs and lungfuls of air, Jaina hesitantly asked Mina if there was any penalty for insulting her. Mina beamed from between Jaina's legs, stated truthfully that there was no such punishment, and then received a torrent of abuse that both shocked and stimulated her.

"My dear, I think you've had enough fun for tonight. I shall leave you for an hour or two."

Mina straightened the smock over Jaina's unprotected body, and daintily made her way from the room, leaving the screen door open. Jaina moaned softly as the rabid audience of ne'er-do-wells congregated by the bars once more.