With her master

"Well, I will probably borrow her from you some day or other," Olivia answers with a smirk, "but for the present I'm dead-tired." And, wishing me a good night, she lets me withdraw in my room with Verania.
Rid of her worn tunic, I can for the first time contemplate in broad light the peasant woman's muscular body, her heavy breasts and hips. I make her walk, turn, stretch herself on my bed, caress her body with both hands. Obviously unused to such practices, she looks delightfully embarrassed, and blushes much more when I order her to spread her thighs, open her sex with her hands and introduce her fingers into the moist opening.
Again I make her change her posture, going down on her hands and knees, her back turned to me. Out of her sight, I strip completely, then kneel down on the bed behind her, my erect cock touching her pussy lips.
"Are you ready to serve your master, slave?"
"Yes."
She gives a little shriek when I slap her firm ass.
"Slave, you will learn that when your master asks you a question, it is impolite to answer only by yes or no."
"Yes, Master, I'm ready."
"That's better." I grab her hips and penetrate the wet cunt of my slave, pounding her till I make her moan loudly. More than by my cock gliding in her now perfectly lubricated pussy, I'm aroused by her gorgeous buttocks swinging under my eyes, and the little round hole between then. I withdraw from Verania's cunt and put the head of my dick on her anal ring.
"Please, be careful, Master, I've never been taken this way."
"Aha! So you're a virgin slave? You should have said it this evening, I would have paid more for you. And why should I be careful with a slave?"
"It's just that if you wound me, you will have deteriorated something which is your property."
Acknowledging the accuracy of this argument, it is progressively that I invade her rear conduit, till my cock has completely penetrated it, with some moans and wincings from her. I begin to move, slowly and softly first, then harder and harder, finally ramming Verania's ass in the same rhythm that her cunt shortly before. It is now, seeing my slave squirm and cry under my blows, that I fully understand what it is to owe someone. Verania is a courageous widow and caring family mother, who survived a rape and the exile from her farm, and sacrificed herself for her children. In every other circumstance, I would deeply respect her, and maybe even love her, as she gave herself willingly to me on this night in the woods. But she is my slave, and for the moment I only want to humiliate and degrade her in every way possible.
I ejaculate in her, retiring from her red and sore asshole. Prostrate on the bed, she grins at me through the tears which have invaded her eyes.
"By all immortal gods, this was even harder than when I lost my front virginity."
"It's always like that the first time, but I will take you regularly this way, and soon your ass will be more supple. If I sell you some day, your new owner will find you perfectly trained to this exercise."
She looks worried.
"Will you sell me, Master?"
"Only when you will have ceased from pleasing me... Thus, it is to your interest to please me long and hard."
Grabbing her hair, I make her raise her head and, with my free hand, take her chin and open her mouth. I force my soiled cock into it and make her clean it from its filth. In spite of her obvious disgust, she obeys so well that I ejaculate a second time into her throat, making her swallow my sperm the wrong way. When she has finished coughing, she begs:
"Master, I think I'm going to be sick..."
On a dismissing sign of my hand, she runs to the latrines, letting me meditate again on the condition of master and slave.
In the following weeks, Verania becomes a more and more trained slave, fit to content her master in every way and by every hole. I even lend her to my colleague Ruleus Generus, one evening on which he has paid me a visit, and he declares himself perfectly satisfied with her. And the blockade lasts and lasts, till the day when...