She hesitates

Agathe is a good girl. Her name means 'good' in fact. She was brought up to do as she is told, but the only person to have seen her naked is her husband. She hesitated, looking around as most of the women reluctantly started to take their clothes off. A few women who haven't started undressing were approached by soldiers and slapped. Some women were crying. The **** Master pointed at her from his stage at the front, and she was grabbed by two soldiers and hauled up onto the stage.

'Women in Sodomistan do as they are told, if not they are punished.' The **** Master rips her smock, outer dress and belt off her body. She reluctantly continued, taking off her underskirts and tunic. She stood with her hands in front of her pussy, but a soldier held her hands then tied them behind her back. She hadn't made a sound since she was grabbed. A few women are still crying or protesting, but are quickly slapped or hit by a soldier. The **** Master stood, arms folded, watching the courtyard of women get naked. Soldiers either stood at the side or patrolled between the rows, ogling the bodies.

'This **** girl,' he said to the crowd, grabbing Agathe by the chin, 'has learnt her lesson quickly I think. She is a beautiful specimen and will be highly prized, it would be such a shame if she was disobedient. On your knees ****.' Agathe knelt - what was going to happen now? The only thing she knew is if she didn't do as she is told it will be worse. Her head was pushed to the floor, her bottom up in the air and exposed for all the women and soldiers in the courtyard to see. 'Look at this bottom.' Breeze on her bottom, between her legs. She felt her pussy getting wet. There was a murmur of approval from the soldiers.

The **** Master instructed the other women to stand straight, with their hands behind their backs. Agathe was told to stay on all four with her bottom pointing upwards. Her knees hurt on the wooden platform, but she complied. She heard soldiers moving and slaps being administered to those not standing straight or with hands behind backs. Why were they resisting, thought Agathe, there was no chance, better to do as you're told, surely? Between her legs she could see rows of naked women.

The **** Master said, 'Captured women of Freedonia, welcome to Sodomistan, and your new life. Our country is very different to your own. We worship the one true god Clitori - a female deity. Her teachings were spoken to the prophet Vulva and written down many centuries ago. As such, here in Sodomistan the female body is worshiped for its beauty, it is revered, for the pleasure it can give and for its role in the giving of life. The writings of Vulva dictate that a woman's life-giving parts, I believe you call it a pussy in Freedonia, may only be touched four times in a solar year - the days of equinox and solstice.' There was a gasp amongst the women. 'On these special orgy days you are allowed to touch yourself as much as you wish, to glorify Clitori. Also, to aid impregnation, any Sodomistani man is permitted to lie with you, regardless of who owns you. It is forbidden for a woman, or man, to touch or penetrate a woman's pussy for the remainder of the solar year. The glory of Clitori is everything - if we follow the teachings we will be blessed with many children for the country. Failure to follow these teachings will result in hands or arms being removed to prevent touching. As a consequence of Clitori's teaching, through Vulva's writings, women are owned and looked after by men here in Sodomistan, I believe you may have had a similar relationship in Freedonia called marriage? Women are weak and often unable to follow the teachings of Clitori and Vulva, always wanting to touch themselves. Each household in Sodom has a **** master who watches over the women at all times and ensures that the holy parts are not touched. They have power to enforce the teachings - all to the glory of Clitori. If the pleasure of the pussy is withheld except for the orgy days, then many more children will be born as the pleasure for both man and woman is heightened. Sexual activity, apart from orgy days, is conducted using only the mouth and the bottom holes of women.' At this point she felt a hand on her bottom, the **** Master using her as an example. A finger slid into her bottom. She bit her lip. 'Yes, I think this **** girl has learnt her lesson.' Agathe was stunned. She wasn't going to be able to touch herself, except for four days a year? And her owner, whoever that might be, could put his cock inside her bottom. She just couldn't imagine it. This was hell.

'Here in Sodom the higher the social standing of a man, the more women he owns and look after. All the way up to the King. Sodomistani born women are permitted to wear clothes, captured **** women are not. The most beautiful, best-behaved women attract better owners. The older, uglier, and poorly behaved you are, the more likely it is that you'll end up housed with the common soldiers, who have a large appetite.' He laughed. Several of the women were quietly sobbing.

'For the next week you will all be trained by my team of **** trainers. Observed. You will not be allowed to touch yourself - you will start training by having your hands tied behind your back to ensure that you cannot. Your bottom hole will be trained using wooden and glass phalluses, in order to prepare you for your new life of devotion to Clitori. Those who do badly, or do not meet our elite requirements will be passed over to the soldiers - this will be about half of you. Those who do well will be put forward for the King's **** auction, where the King himself and Generals and city's businessmen will bid for the very best of you. To the glory of Clitori!'

The soldiers started tying up the hands that were behind backs. They were all given metal collars too, each with a number. She was number sixty-nine. She was led to a large hall with ten beds around the edge. Once there are ten women in the room, stood submissively by the beds, two men arrive. One is the **** Master. 'It is time for your training to begin. This is my best **** Trainer, Sado. Over to you Sado - to the glory of Clitori.' Sado replied, 'Delayed pleasure is the best pleasure.'

The **** Master left and Sado came and looked at all of them one by one, making notes on some parchment. He then instructed them all to get on their beds on their knees, with their heads down and their bottoms in the air. Agathe did this immediately, her back arching with her hands behind her back. She heard a couple of slaps from behind her, so presumed that two of the girls had resisted the instruction. What was the point? 'Number 69, I think I'll start with you.'

What was Sado going to do? Did it involve her bottom?