something small

She tensed slightly, but stayed completely still. Her head was on the mattress looking the other direction to where Sado's voice had come from. Hands tied behind her back, bottom in the air, she was powerless, ****. A naked **** in a strange city.

She felt breath on her bottom and pussy. She had enjoyed this feeling during her short marriage in Freedonia. On all fours like a dog was how her husband had liked to use her, but in her old life she'd been free to play with herself, in fact her husband had encouraged it, it made her wetter, made her grip his cock more tightly. Sado's breath was making her pussy wet, she could feel it. The girl on the next bed over was looking at her in horror, but so far Agathe was enjoying it.

She felt a finger gently stroke her bottom hole, just like her husband had occasionally done. Her pussy tightened and her instinct was to use one of her hands between her legs. She couldn't.

'You have a very beautiful bottom sixty-Nine,' said Sado, 'like an unripe peach. I am going to insert a small glass phallus into your bottoms,' he announced to the room. 'It is smaller than a man's phallus. We shall see who can accommodate it comfortably, without complaint. The skill to receive a large phallus into your bottom is highly prized in Sodomistan. If you want to be part of the King's **** Auction at the end of the week, and be placed into a rich household, and looked after well, then you must excel at this.'

She felt a tongue on her bottom. Sado was licking her hole! She had to bite her lip to stop herself murmuring; she had a feeling any kind of sound would be viewed with disdain. She resolved to be silent, and do as she was told. The tongue probed slightly into her bottom, and she found herself pushing back against it, she couldn't help herself. She heard him stop to make a note on his parchment.

She felt something hard against her bottom and held her breath. It was being pushed against her bottom. She felt a thumb and forefinger either side of her hole, pulling her bottom cheeks apart. Instinctively she pushed out, as if defecating, and silently gasped as something opened her up and pushed into her body. Her bottom was uncomfortable; the pretend phallus was pushed further into her bottom. She was about to scream when she felt her bottom close around the object and Sado tapped it with his hand before standing back to admire her bottom. She didn't know whether she'd performed well or not. She was a ****, her free life over; she was tied up, naked and had a glass phallus in her bottom, only the beginning of her training apparently - and yet she could feel her pussy getting wet. And she couldn't touch it. Surely women couldn't be watched every hour of every day?

Sado said 'You have done well Sixty-Nine,' and moved onto the next bed. She watched as he licked the bottom of the young blonde girl next to her, and then inserted a glass phallus. It was about half the length of her husband's phallus, the only frame of reference that she had, and not quite as thick. The girl next to her screamed as it was pushed inside her bottom, and tried to crawl away up the bed. Sado grabbed her arms and held her in place, ramming the phallus home roughly. The blonde girl was pretty, but with performance like that Agathe was fairly sure she wasn't going to make the grade. She couldn't see, but heard Sado go around the room, inserting glass phalluses into all ten girl's bottoms. She heard three other screams, or cries. When he had finished they were instructed to stand, and then ordered to walk around the room, 'to get used to the feeling'. The blonde girl was still crying. Sado was writing on his parchment.

After a few minutes they were instructed to get back on their beds and resume the position. 'Time for your next lesson,' said Sado.