bottom's in the air

'I will untie your hands, slaves,' said the King, 'and you will stick your bottom's up into the air for me to try.' He went along the line of nine naked **** girls, all silent and obedient, and untied their hands. 'Heads down, bottom's up, knees shoulder width apart.'

All nine girls did as they were told. The King started at the far end of the line to Agathe. The King was going to insert his phallus into each of them in turn! None of them had ever had a proper phallus inside them, just the glass and wood training pieces of the last week. What was it going to feel like? She couldn't really see anything, and there wasn't much sound to hear, as she knew she was surrounded by the best **** girls out of the hundred or so captured from Freedonia. They would be submissive, silent, accommodating, like Agathe. She heard some grunting and assumed it was the King, and the occasional female heavy breathing and grimace. A few girls were told to arch their back.

When The King got to Lika, next to her, she got a better view of what to expect. He studied her pussy closely whilst gently fingering her bottom, and then licked her hole, before thrusting his phallus inside the petite blonde's bottom. Agathe could see Lika biting her lip and her eyes rolling. Her bottom, her entire frame, was so small that Agathe was seriously impressed. Her friend could really take some punishment. She could see that the King was moving in and out steadily, and had about half of his phallus inside her at any time. Agathe knew what she needed to do to impress.

As the King withdrew his phallus from Lika's bottom, with a wet 'thwock' sound, he once again studied her hole, and her pussy, before turning his attention to the last ****, Agathe. She widened her knees slightly and arched her back as much as possible. She felt the King behind her, studying her features. He gently rubbed her bottom hole, before inserting a finger, and then quickly two. She remained still. She then felt his tongue on her hole, probing it strongly. She heard him spit, presumably on his phallus. Then he inserted it, quite forcefully. He pressed it against her hole, and Agathe did what she'd done with the practice ones, pushed out as if defecating. The King's manhood invaded her bottom, pushing passed the entrance, and moving easily inside her. Her bottom was gripping his phallus. He paused, probably ready to start moving in and out, and Agathe took her chance. Just like with the practice phallus and wooden pole when in the same position, she moved slowly backwards, using her hands to give her leverage. The King's phallus was larger and thicker than anything that had ever been inside her, but she was determined to impress. The King said nothing, but stayed still as Agathe slowly inched backwards, taking more and more of his phallus up her bottom. Eventually she felt something with her pussy - the King's balls. She had swallowed the entire length. She wiggled her bottom slightly even though it was teetering on the edge of painful, rather than uncomfortable. She was biting her lip and breathing heavily, although she was trying to hide it. The King waited to see what she'd do.

Agathe started to move backwards and forwards, taking about half of the phallus out of her bottom, before thrusting back and pushing against the King's balls. She did this slowly, imagining the image that the King could see of her bottom swallowing his phallus. She felt the King's hands on her hips - he was motioning for her to move quicker and continue. She did so, quickening her movements and feeling her bottom grip his cock even more tightly. At the end of each push, she could feel his balls with her pussy, and it was getting wet. Would he notice, or care? It felt so good.

The King gripped her harder and began really pulling her back into him. She heard the tell-tale sound of his balls slapping against her, and her pussy was loving it. She felt it beginning to get really wet. The King stopped holding her hips and grabbed her hair, jerking Agathe upwards and arching her back more. He was really slamming into her now. Her clitoris was sometimes being whacked by his balls, sometimes not. Agathe was matching his speed and pushing back when he was thrusting forwards. If Agathe had had her eyes open she would have seen Lika and the other girls looking at her with astonishment.

And then suddenly the King stopped, deep inside her. 'You have done well slaves, particularly some of you, I must say Freedonian girls are very accommodating.' Agathe was holding her breath. The King of Sodomistan had his large erect phallus buried deep in her bottom. He gave her buttocks a slap and slowly withdrew. She could feel her bottom opening and closing with the effort as the King gazed at her. 'Now it's time to see how well your mouth's have been trained. Up on your knees.'