The pear

She felt something cold and metallic on her bottom hole. She was **** to get away, to squirm, but shd took a deep breath and awaited her fate.

'The first training implement is called the pear,' announced Sado to the room. It wasn't like the other women could see, except maybe the two either side of Agathe. 'Number 69, I am going to insert a metal object into your bottom, shaped like a small pear. It is a training device, the handle can be turned, opening the pear inside you and training your bottom, ready to accept the phalluses of the Sodomistani men who will own you.'

The cold metal object pushed against her bottom. Agathe bit her lip as the tip of it crept inside her. She felt Sado's hand on the small of her back and found herself pushing back against the object. She felt her bottom open up, stretching to accommodate the strange invader. Sado murmured, 'Yes, pretty one, well done,' as the pear was sucked into her bottom, her flesh closing behind it. It felt like she needed to defecate, and yet she didn't. It was uncomfortable, but not really painful.

'I will now turn the handle once,' said Sado, and she heard the mechanism and felt her bottom hole being stretched as the metal opened inside her. Is this what a phallus was going to feel like inside her, pushing in and out. She gasped air, and had to really struggle not to cry out.

'Number 69 has done well,' said Sado, giving her a slap on the buttocks. 'Do not move. I will attend to the other nine slaves now.' Her head was pointing left, and she was treated to a clear view of Sado inserting a pear inside the bottom of the girl next to her. Agathe didn't know her name, only that she was number 17. She was a small woman, young, probably eighteen like Agathe. Long blonde hair and blue eyes that locked on Agathe's and pleaded for a miracle. Agathe raised her eyebrows - what could she do? They were all helpless. Number 17 was pretty, thin, but with small breasts. She wasn't sure what Sodomistani men liked - if they liked their girls to have teenage bodies and remind them of their daughters, then 17 was going to be popular.

Sado had to grab 17s hands and work a bit harder to get the pear inside. 17 cried out once as her bottom closed around the pear, and twice as he turned the handle opening her up. 'Not bad number 17,' he said curtly, 'try not to make any sound next time.' Number 17 had tears streaming down her face, but was quiet as Sado moved off to the next ****. Agathe listened to him going around the room, with varying responses - some silent and submissive, like herself, others screaming, protesting and getting slapped for their reactions. It didn't matter - the pear was inserted and opened - what was the point?

After the final insertion Sado returned to Agathe and announced, 'time for another turn on the pear.' She felt, and heard the mechanism struggle a little more this time. Her bottom hole was stretched further, she could feel that it was open - the light breeze that was coming through the room was going right up her bottom. She held her breath and bit her lip harder, burying her head in the sheets in order not to scream. It was a very odd sensation, but once used to it, nothing she couldn't handle. Other women were not so lucky. As Sado went around the room, turning the handles on the pears inside all of the slaves bottoms, two of the women started crying hysterically, and no amount of slapping would shut them up. Two soldiers were sent for and Sado announced that the women would be sent immediately to the soldiers barracks where they would become general slaves immediately, to be used and abused by the common soldiers all day and every day until their bodies wore out.

After a third turn of the pear they were left for what felt like hours, Sado occasionally patrolling the room and closely inspecting their bottoms. Then a fourth turn and a fifth, but these were only very short periods of time, before the pears were removed and Sado announced that they had done well for a first day. They were left to be served their food, and to wash and attend to their ablutions. Five soldiers stood guard as their hands were untied for these activities, before being tied up again for the night. She slept fitfully, slightly disturbed by the two soldiers on guard throughout the night - what could they do? As soon as she'd thought this, she also thought that she would love to be touching her pussy right now, wondered if the guards ever fell asleep so that rubbing against the bed post or another of the slaves might be possible. She managed to communicate quietly with the blonde girl next to her. she was called Lika, and had never been married. She was a virgin. Agathe felt sorry for her.