An old lesson never learnt

Helena was part of the lot when her master lost his fortune and had to sell off  all of his rich villas and townhouse, contents, flesh and all. Used to serving in the bedchamber or bathing her master, Helena is not used to being stripped of her loin cloth and made to work in the great grain plantations and mills of her new master, the grain magnate, Crastor. Her slackness will mean much whipping I fear.

 My mentor knew his stock well. 

He advised while a pretty serving slave from a bankrupted family may seem attractive and a diversion at the end of a hot day, they are too soft for plantation labor, will pick up minor injuries and fall behind. 

Your overseer will strain his back lashing such wenches and eventually you'll realise your folly and sell them onto the mines or galleys.

Crastor had no time for slaves who slacked. More than the lash was his method. It was not unknown to have lazy slave put on the wooden horse for a day and night with no drink nor vittals. An example to the others as the slut moaned under the hot sun. 

The new slave had slipped too many times. So she was to sit on the horse as punishment and a warning to the other field slaves who toiled for Crastor the Great




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