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[SUMMARY: A slave girl is saved by a mysterious relative of the king. This noblewoman also happens to be a half-giant, and a rather gassy one.]

Handmaiden

Juna yelped as she was kicked onto the floor by a guardsman, who quickly stepped back and bowed to his king. Juna was a disheveled and awfully skinny-looking girl, whose wrists were sturdily bound with a thick piece of rope. The barbarian king towered high above on his throne, looming over the slave girl as he subjected her to some scrutiny. She found it difficult to look up at the king's intimidating stature, and instead chose to keep her eyes mostly directed at the ground.

Juna was enslaved a year ago when her tribe was raided and sacked by one of this kingdom's warlords. Perhaps this wasn't a "barbarian" society, since they were more organized and advanced than almost everyone in the region...but they were still savage warriors who nobody else liked.

"This is the one?" the king asked as he analyzed the young woman, rubbing his stubble a bit. He looked at the guard for an answer.

"Yes, your grace," the guard replied as he shouldered his spear and straightened his posture. The king continued to look her over, before seeming satisfied.

"Ah. Well, she seems like an adequate sacrifice for the festival. This is a virgin, correct?"

The retainer nodded. "She is a virgin, sire. We were assured that she was fine sacrifice material."

The slave went pale upon hearing what she was brought here for, although she had suspected as much when they first took her. Her mouth hung open wide, as she attempted to formulate something to say in protest, but nothing but a sputtering squeal came from her.

"So, take her to-" The king was cut off.

"Oh, um- wait." A woman's voice suddenly came from somewhere else in the court, interrupting the king before he finished his sentence. "Sire?" The king furrowed his brow and looked to his left, glaring at the woman who spoke out to him. Though, his expression softened a bit when he remembered that it was only his niece. "Galla. What is it?"

Galla was a half-giant, as her father...was quite an adventurous man. She was well over seven feet tall, but was relatively soft-spoken. She appeared somewhat sheepish over her interruption, but continued on nonetheless. "Could you please spare this woman? I would like to take her as my own servitor."

The ruler frowned at this request. "One of my warlords had kindly provided her for this festival. I would not like to disappoint him, Galla."

"Please, uncle. My only two servants have been summoned to serve as warriors, and I have no aides for my household. Snow will begin to fall soon, and I will be without company."

"Hrm. Why do you seek to attain this woman in particular, may I ask?"

"Her hair," she said. "It is auburn. They make good slaves, because they bring good luck- when they are alive, of course. Hair does not factor into sacrifice value, so killing her would be wasteful." Galla wasn't truly picking her for this reason, but playing on superstitions helped.

The king considered this for a few moments. Galla had training as an oracle, so he valued her counsel. "Very well. I may be able to convince the warlord that his slave will be put to better use elsewhere. However, you have slightly bothered me by creating this complication, so I would like for you to keep away from my court for awhile. Take the girl and begone," he said sternly.

Galla was flustered that she had been an annoyance the king, but she bowed and gave her thanks nonetheless. A length of rope was provided to Galla so that she could fasten it the girl's slave collar. She led the girl out of the Great Hall, beginning a short trek down the street. They were bound for Galla's homestead, which also rested within the town's walls. As Galla led her along, Juna spoke to her with extreme gratefulness. "Oh, thank you, thank you..." she repeated. The tall woman only nodded slightly, and spoke very little until they reached her dwelling. It was a decently-sized log cottage, with a noticeably higher roof than average. The door became opened, and they both stepped inside.

"Tell me your name," Galla said as she produced a knife and sliced away the slave's bindings, although the collar remained on. "Juna," she replied. Galla nodded as she busied herself with adding some kindling to her cabin's hearth. Finally, she took out a tinderbox and started a fire. The ensuing warmth vanquished any chilliness that had been brought in from outside.

Galla turned back to look at the girl. "I will call you 'Juna,' then. My name is Galla, although I suppose you've gathered that already. Would you like something to eat?" Juna gave an eager nod to Galla as a response, so she nodded with a soft smile and went about preparing a meal for her servant. She decided to let her be free from work for the first day, so she fixed the meal herself. Before long a plate of fresh vegetables, white biscuits and dried meat was set out on the table for Juna. The malnourished girl began to devour the contents on the plate ravenously, while Galla took used this moment to speak to her.

"You, Juna, are my thrall. I am your master- but I want us to refer to each other by name, since I don't care for titles," she said to the girl, who gave a nod as Galla went through her shelves and procured food for herself as well. She put down a few more plates of food in the centre of the table, providing more for the both of them.

They both ate a great deal, but the half-giant ate more. Even though Juna had been nearly starving, her belly became full relatively quickly, while it still took more to sate Galla. Eventually they both finished eating.

Galla opened her mouth as if to say something, though no words came forth, and she put up a hand to cover her mouth. Suddenly, a large belch emitted from the woman, whereupon she quickly blushed and excused herself.

Juna was slightly amused, seeing a woman such as her embarrassed like that. But she quickly remembered that Galla- even though she had such massive size and strength -was still a noblewoman. One could simply tell by her gentle demeanor and the soft, polite way in which she spoke. Though, maybe she could have been a warrior, if she was allowed to.

"Do not fret about it, mistress," Juna chirped. "I mean- Galla." This was met by a small smile from the half-giant, who now seemed a bit less red in the face.

...

After the meal, Galla explained to the girl what her daily duties would be. Mostly, it amounted to cooking and cleaning for her. No work was given today, but that would change tomorrow. Juna wasn't entirely content with her life as a slave yet, but she was grateful for the relatively light workload in comparison to her previous master. Moreover, Galla was good-natured and wouldn't be likely to subject her to abuse. Life seemed relatively good for her- even though she was a thrall and all.

Soon, the sun had set, and Galla made preparations for bed. "I do not have quarters for you, I'm afraid. It isn't very customary, but you may share a bed with me." Juna was quick to accept this offer, since she didn't find the prospect of sleeping on the floor particularly appealing. Galla seemed to take a few precautions; she made sure that her knife was placed far away from the bed, and fastened a small chain to Juna's collar, attaching it to the wall near Juna's pillow. Juna wasn't planning on trying to escape anyway, but she made no objections.

Soon, they both settled in and the candlelight was extinguished. Galla pulled a fur blanket over them both and laid her head down, turning to face away from her. Juna closed her eyes and laid there awhile, lost in her thoughts and being unable to doze off just yet. She heard Galla begin to snore softly, and soon she grew tired herself. She was just about to doze off, when she suddenly heard a rather fierce noise emit from Galla's stomach. It continued for some time, and all the churning and bubbling started to get rather annoying. Juna did her best to zone it out, cramming her ears shut. Suddenly, a low, hissing fart snaked its way out of Galla's backside, causing a foul odor to fill the air. Juna's eyes shot open and she pinched her nose for dear life, trying not to gag. Ach, her mistress could create quite the stench. The slave didn't hold it against her, of course- the woman was asleep after a big meal, after all. She simply grumbled and tried to smother the stench underneath the covers, shifting so that she lied facing away from Galla.

A mere minute had went by, when the half-giant let loose yet again. This fart was quite loud, blowing its warm wind against Juna's back, causing her to squirm uncomfortably in disgust. "By the gods..." she whispered. Meanwhile, Galla still slumbered peacefully. The only thing that stirred was her damnable backside and belly. Juna forced herself to close her eyes yet again, but a series of short, loud farts peppered forth from Galla's big, soft rump. Perhaps in other circumstances, Galla had a buttocks worthy of admiration, but in this case, it ought to be feared. Juna did her best to keep the smell contained underneath the fur blanket, but Galla's next fart came with such a force that it actually caused the covers to flap up, and release the stink contained within. Now the air was fully contaminated, and Juna's night was slowly becoming more hellish. She coughed quietly as her eyes watered, and she tried to shift out of bed. She would much rather sleep somewhere else, even without a mattress.

By thunder! Her collar was chained to the wall, forcing her to remain on the bed. She could hardly even move... Of course, she couldn't necessarily blame her master for taking such a precaution. Another fart blasted out Galla's derriere and assaulted the poor slave's nostrils. How could a woman so sweet as her produce a smell so horrifyingly rancid? Juna didn't know. But she was too shy to wake her up and tell her about it- she didn't want to bring any embarrassment to her master. But how often would this occur? The half-giant's diet wrought this, no doubt. It was inevitable, Juna thought, that she would have to deal with this on a regular basis. But Galla was her extremely kind and generous savior, and she'd never abandon her. She would just have to soldier on through this, it seemed. She could do it, couldn't she?

Galla shifted heavily in her sleep, changing positions and curling up slightly, now faced more towards the side. Unfortunately, her rear was now angled towards Juna's head. Moreover, the blanket had fallen away, so it wouldn't be trapping anything inside it this time. Juna gulped and shut her eyes, looking away just in time before another gust of flatulence blasted back her hair. An unconscious moan of relief came from Galla, followed by several softer toots. Juna wondered if Galla might be waking up, but when she turned her head, a vicious fart took her by surprise and slammed into her face. Eyes watering, she quickly turned her head back the other way, vowing to not move it for the rest of the night. She would rather feel Galla's farts against the back of her neck, rather than take them directly to the face. Urk. It was going to be a long night. Juna wondered if Galla ever just ripped them so loud, that she jolted her own self awake. Probably at least a few times.

Juna continued to suffer the uncanny power of her master's bowels for a good quarter of an hour, before Galla shifted in her sleep yet again. This time, she had pulled the covers back over herself, thank the gods. Better yet, she had now turned around so that her backside no longer faced Juna, either. Yawning, the sleeping half-giant reached over with one arm and pulled Juna into a big hug, beginning to snuggle with her. The slave smiled and nuzzled into her master a bit, being very pleased by this turn of events. Gentle farts occasionally warmed their legs underneath the covers, but now Juna was safe enough from that backside's wrath to possibly catch some shut-eye.

Gradually, Juna felt her mind slip away into the world of dreams. She'd remember none of them once she woke up, but they were at least pleasant ones.