Anal Hooks, food and rest!

And so once again we placed our hands behind our heads so we could be collared, our leashes were attached and we were taken along the brightly lit concrete passageways of the third basement to another room.

As this was the level used for cells and punishment (and our training dormitory) we would occasionally hear chattels being whipped, their screams echoing down the long passage...or even pass one being pulled along by a collar to her punishment, we knew these would be for any misconduct in the harem; putting weight on, not being clean (especially by forgetting our daily enema!) and presentable and, mainly, for not satisfying the aristocrats in their sexual needs. These girls were often in cuffs and many had a heavy looking anal hook inside them and tied tightly to their hair and some were even crawling along the floors... it all looked very awful. They ignored us, they knew we were simply nothing but "chattels-entraining" and so very unimportant...

The room we now entered was where we were to get our own anal hooks fitted. These would remain hanging by our beds for our entire length of service and would certainly be used when punishing us or when requested to be inserted to please an aristocrat, very often by the Crown Princesses. Although I'd had some anal sex in my life and of course, earlier this very day in our copulation tests, I didn’t really like it - although my future would be full of it!

In fact...every day I was to feel semen shoot into my tight round bottom!

But, as for today... I had never had a cold steel thing put inside my bottom, so I was more than a little worried about what was to follow!

As we stood opposite each other we could all compare our red striped boobs and red vulvas still stinging from the pain tests. I was the first to be ordered onto all fours on a hard table; I climbed on, and a male Trainer tied my hands to the bench with rough hemp (we would be tied so much with rough hemp in the tree months to come!) and I felt quite exposed as our Head Trainer placed her hand on one red bum cheek and squeezed it hard. I could hear her discuss the size of my little bottom hole with another Trainer (a male one, who was also very muscular...and naked!) and then, without any warning, I could feel him press a freezing cold, hard and what seemed huge, ball being pushed against my bud and suddenly straining my sphincter wide it was inside me with a pop as I closed up again.

Goodness me! It was very heavy and inflexible inside me and I whimpered as he pushed it in further, the steel shaft now between my cheeks he grabbed my hair and tugged my head back and the Head Trainer tied a rope from the loop tightly onto my hair... now I felt very constricted and uncomfortable. Our Trainer slapped my bottom cheeks hard a few times, causing me to moan, and as the hook stayed firmly inside me she stated she was satisfied, they untied my hair and with a quick pop it was out of my bottom. Finally, as a mark of respect I was made to standup in Position One, kiss my glistening anal hook and lick it clean... it was done, I’d been issued with my own anal hook now.

Across the room two male Trainers were fitting Alysa with an equally huge ball into her lovely small and round bottom. The silly girl she started to struggle and moan so that they had some difficulty attaching it to her hair.. and so, suddenly, they slapped her face very hard indeed and started to copulate with her mouth..and her bottom...her bottom with the hook still in! She stopped struggling and started sucking, clearly understanding that not to do so would result in her being punished!

Now the other girls knew what was to come and of course they all went through the same routine, although it seemed to me that our aristocrat, Katya, had a much larger ball on her hook, she certainly winced a lot as it was pushed in and pulled out!

Having undertaken all our physical examinations, sexual and pain tests and had our hooks fitted we were now all very sore, exhausted and famished as we had only been allowed water for the past 12 hours. However, before we would be allowed to eat in the dining room we would, of course, have to be clean and today this would be achieved by our being hosed down by actual Palace cleaning staff - an experience which taught us that we were simply “chattels-in-training” and even the lowest rank of royal servant was still superior to us.

In a freezing concrete chamber we were ordered to line up facing a steel wall and push our poor red bottoms out, this we did in front of three very stern looking older women who then began to hose us down with hot water that was under so much pressure it felt like hundreds of little needles on our backs and used bottoms.

We yelped loudly and held tight to the steel wall as the women then added a soap to the water and stepped closer to us, scrubbing brooms in their hands they began to roughly scrub our backs, cheeks and thighs, hurting us as they cleaned and laughing about it. Next we were told to turn around and assume position one, this of course was worse as the water hit our poor fronts and our caned breasts and flogged vulvas were subjected to the same hard scrubbing, making us even more sore. We all hoped we’d never be cleaned like this again! At last it stopped and our sore skin was now very red but, apparently, clean enough to present ourselves to eat. Towels were thrown at us and we were told to hurry if we wanted to eat before our sleeping period. So we dried our sore bodies well and naked together we took the caged lift from the basement to the huge dining room which was excitingly busy with beautiful naked chattels eating their meals and talking together. We were hardly glanced at as we walked in, we were the only girls with bare feet however; we’d not be allowed any footwear for our three months in training... no matter what activity we did.

So we eventually ate at a table set at the back of the hall sitting on hard wooden benches which our poor bottoms felt! There was Molonian wine, roast meats, potatoes and other vegetables from Correction Farms serving the Palace (we knew the girls working naked on those would never have this comfort) and we could have puddings afterwards, we ate well... clearly His Majesty wanted his chattels to be well fed. Eventually at ten o’clock we finished our meal and our stern Head Trainer walked behind us with her cane, slapping each of our bottoms hard in turn as a sign to get up and leave, we did so and went back to our basement dormitory to fall asleep on our mats, exhausted but fed, sore but excited... our first long day as Royal Molonian Harem chattels over, our real training would begin at five am tomorrow morning... I dreamt of my anal hook inside me, between spanked bottom cheeks!!

(Get hooked on the pictures here: https://tatyanas-story.blogspot.com/2019/10/anal-hooks-food-and-rest_10.html)