“Good girl,” Sofie smiled. “So, you are here and in your own interest you will make the best out of it, because the consequences at best are painful, at worst they are deadly. Do you understand this?”
“Yes Sofie.” Olesya mumbled under sobbing.
“Stop crying.” Sofie went on. “Some masters like to see their slaves crying and terrified, ours is not. He wants us to be nice and beautiful and no trouble. So, you will be nice and beautiful and, believe me, if you are not, I will make you suffer, because I don’t want to be punished, because you get on the master’s nerve.”
“Yes Sofie, “Olesya stammered trying to smile.
“Our tasks here are easy. We do all the household chores. It’s not too much. But otherwise we are here to please the master and his guests.”
“His guests? You mean there are other men who we will have to fuck?”
“Naturally! Masters and mistresses. We are both pretty and I imagine you did cost a lot of money, pale blonde New Girl as you are. This means our master likes to show his wealth. I think he came to money only recently and bought this beautiful house and everything in it and then me. He likes to invite important people and tries to impress them with all his stuff. That`s why he bought me, a slave girl who was trained in serving masters and that’s why he bought an exotic little bimbo like you.”
“You are saying I will be used as a fuck-toy for anybody?”
“Yes, dear, we are very lucky indeed,” Sofie replied, completely misunderstanding Sofie’s reaction. “But you have to learn to do it well, otherwise you soon will be sold to a much worse place.”
“I’ll try my best, Sofie,” Olesya muttered.
She was shocked and her thoughts were running wild: “I’m a sex toy! Everyone can use me, any guest in the master’s house. And Sofie says we are lucky? She’s crazy! My body is mine! It belongs to me! I don’t want anybody to touch it! I’m done with these stupid fantasies!’ But then reality kicked in. ‘It’s not fantasy, it’s real. I’m a slave! A girl that can be killed or send away to a brothel or the mines. Maybe she is right after all? I want to go home so much! I want to go back! Back to this train and go home. Forget those fantasies. I don’t want to be a slave anymore! I’m afraid. They might hurt me, punish me, even kill me. I must try ... give in ... there is no way to escape. And I don’t want Sofie to beat me again!”
But all she managed to say aloud was:
“Sofie, please, may I ask something?”
“Go on, Drudge.”
“He ... the master, tonight he used ... he used my asshole. And after the beating he did the same to you. Is he always ...because it hurts so bad!”
Sofie laughed. “Yes, he likes the backdoor, as most masters do, but be sure that he will use all your little holes, just whatever he likes best at the moment. Didn’t he fuck your pussy yet?”
Olesya remembered their way from the market: “Yes, he did, before we came here. But I hardly remember. It is all hazy.”
“See! And soon you will be allowed to please him with your hands and mouth as well. But you said that your ass is hurting?”
“Yes Sofie, it does.”
“Well, you have a very pretty little bum and the small rosette is all pink and very cute, so you can expect he will often use it. This means you need some training! Just wait a moment.!
Sofie jumped up, disappeared into the house and came back with a box and several little bottles and flasks.
“On all fours, Drudge!” she ordered and Olesya afraid of what would happen, but more afraid of being punished obeyed.
Sofie opened one of the jugs and Olesya felt oil dribbling on her backside.
“This will sooth your pain quickly, dear,” Sofie told her and Olesya couldn’t help but to feel happy, because her fellow slave for the first time seemed to be nice to her.
Sofie massaged Olesya’s buttocks, freely applying the soothing liquid. The blonde girl relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of Sofie’s skilled fingers on her skin, especially when she softly rubbed the region around her anus.
“Oh, she can be so kind to me. I don’t have anyone else here and if I behave, she will like me. Oh, this feels so good.”
Then she gasped as the finger suddenly started to push into the little pink orifice.
“Relax, Drudge!” Sofie said. “If you cramp, it just hurts more. Make my finger feel welcome.”
Sofie pushed further enjoying the force with which Olesya’s anus clasped her finger.
“If you learn to relax and press at will, it will not hurt you any longer and the masters will have a wonderful time.”
Olesya took a deep breath and tried to relax.
“Oh my god! They will use me. And it is my duty to give them a good time. But what about me? Doesn’t anyone care about how I feel? But Sofie is right it does not hurt, it feels strange but kind of good.”
Sofie moved her finger in and out, her other hand reaching out and caressing Olesya’s tits.
“See, you get all wet down there. You already start to like it!”
“Yes Sofie. Yes. Please don’t stop!”
Sofie laughed. “Do you think it is my task to please you, Drudge? No, it certainly is not! What you need is to get used to something big in your butthole.”
For a second Olesya felt offended. She had believed Sofie was doing this to please her, but in fact it was all about making her better suited for the masters’ pleasure.
She withdrew her finger, applied another splash of oil and took out a shiny metal plug from her box.
“You will wear this during the day, as you work!”
Olesya moaned as she felt the cold metal penetrating her sensitive anus.
“That will help you to get used to the feeling and stretch you a bit. Also, it will keep you hot until we have time for the next lesson. But now we have to prepare dinner!”
The sensations in her butt almost overwhelmed her.
“Why do I have to get stretched?” she thought and immediately knew the answer: “Because I’m nothing but an instrument to create pleasure. A tool for anybody’s use. Whether I like it or not, I have to. I’m a slave. Sofie is right, we are lucky. Yes! Lucky. I have to get rid of bad thoughts. Then she will like me. The most important thing is to obey. Oh, how I envy her! At least she has some kind of power, if only over me.”
Breathing hard, wincing from the sensations in her ass, with tears in her eyes and pouting lips she said:
“Yes Sofie, I will do as you say.”