Felicia by S. J. Lewis Page A

impassive. Felicia saw that each post had a thick black dildo set on it about a foot and a half up from the floor. The scary old woman proceeded to smear one of them with something that glistened and dripped slowly, then signaled for Neha to come over. The dusky-skinned girl bowed her head and began backing towards the post. The old woman guided the dildo with a hand as Neha came closer. Felicia saw her wince a little and pause. Then she backed up, slowly and deliberately until her round little bottom was against the post. There she stayed. She raised her head and looked at Felicia.
    “It is not what you think,” she said. She seemed to be in some distress. “I have taken it up my anus. You must do the same.”
    “What?” Felicia was shocked enough to raise her voice above a murmur. The next thing she knew, Selim had brought his short whip down across her ass. Shocked and startled now, Felicia yelped, even as she realized that Selim had not used his full strength. She heard the men laughing.
    “I can’t do that!” she hissed desperately to Neha. “I can’t!”
    “If you do not, they will whip you,” Neha replied without looking at her.
    Felicia felt the tip of the whip trailing across her back and shuddered. While all of the marks from her whipping had faded, the memory of it was still vivid in her mind. She whimpered and turned her back towards the post. At least the dildo on hers didn’t seem to be quite as large as the one on Neha’s. She let Selim guide her with the leash as she backed up slowly. She couldn’t feel the dildo yet, but already she dreaded how she imagined it would feel. The big eunuch kept urging her on with a gentle but constant pressure on her leash. Then she felt the first touch of the dildo between her clenched ass cheeks and she balked. She couldn’t help it. Selim pulled harder on her leash, and for a moment she was determined to let him choke her that way rather than submit.
    The whip came down across her ass again, harder than before, making her jump and shriek. Overcome, she broke down and cried, sobbing bitterly. She heard the men laughing uproariously at that. Selim pulled on her leash again, and she gave in, backing up as she was supposed to. She felt the old woman’s hands on her ass, felt the tip of the dildo pressing against her anus.
    “It is not so bad,” Neha whispered. “It is not as bad as being whipped.”
    Felicia groaned through her tears, forcing herself to crawl backwards, but as slowly as possible without risking another kiss of the short whip. It wasn’t easy, physically or emotionally. They had inserted small plugs up her ass before, usually before the sheik took her, but none of them had been as thick or as long as the thing they were making her impale herself on now. Trying to relax her ass was hard enough, physically, but having to debase herself like this in front of all those men was breaking her spirit.
    The head of the dildo was slowly pushed up her ass as she kept backing up. She was grateful for the lubricant that had been so liberally smeared on it. Selim gave her leash an angry little yank, then began pulling hard. Felicia groaned as the wide head finally forced its way all the way through, and kept groaning even though the rest of it slid up into her much more easily. Finally, she felt the wooden post between her rear cheeks. Selim let up on her leash. She groaned again. She felt as if the post, instead of the dildo, had been shoved up her ass. It was distressing, uncomfortable, and degrading beyond words to be forced to do what she had just been forced to do, in front of an audience, no less. Her breath came quick and shallow and she had an urge to drop down onto her elbows. She didn’t dare do that, though. She hadn’t been ordered to, or given permission to, and Selim was still nearby with that whip. She stayed on her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her long blonde hair hiding her face and sweeping the floor. Then Selim used the leash