Free On the Auction Block by Ashley Zacharias Page A

stared at the rubber plug
for a while. I better start preparing myself today, she said
to herself. Dodge likes to bend me over and take me from behind.
He might decide to use the other hole today. What’s the
difference between regular sex and anal sex? About two inches.
    She had seen the tube of lubricant in the
wardrobe. She knew what that it was used for sex but she’d never
had a need for it before.
    She uncapped the tube and squeezed some out
on her hand. It was clear and odorless. It made her fingers
slippery.
    She lubed the plug from tip to base with a
thick coat. Then she squatted, put her hand between her legs, and
rubbed lube around her asshole and then inside as far as her
fingers could reach.
    It felt strange. She had never had her
fingers in her own asshole before. Or anyone else’s, for that
matter. Certainly not her husband’s.
    With a start, she wondered if James had ever
put his fingers in a slave’s asshole. Or put his cock in there. Was
that his preference? If she had offered her asshole to her husband,
would they have had sex more than once or twice a year?
    She would never know now.
    She tried pushing the blunt tip of the plug
into herself.
    It wouldn’t go. It slipped around and slipped
out but wouldn’t slip in further than a half inch.
    Instead of crouching, she tried kneeling so
that she could put the base of the plug on the floor to impale
herself.
    That worked a little better but it still
wouldn’t go in. She tried bouncing up and down a little and managed
to penetrate herself with most of the point but not more than
that.
    There was a wooden chair in the kitchen.
    She carried the plug out there, put it on the
chair, and then sat on it.
    She had to force it with her body weight. She
slid up and down slowly while holding it with her hand. She could
feel that she was stretching a little more and sliding a little
lower on every penetration.
    Suddenly her body revolted and reflexively
tried to shit the object out.
    The opposite happened. When the body shits,
the sphincter muscles relax to allow the bolus to pass. This time,
when her sphincters relaxed, the plug slid home.
    Flame was sitting on the chair, both cheeks
pressed against the wooden seat, with the plug was inserted into
her as far as it would go.
    The sensation was peculiar. She felt like she
was frozen halfway through taking a shit. She was stretched but the
plug wasn’t passing so she had to remain stretched.
    It wasn’t exactly painful but it was
definitely unpleasant.
    She badly wanted to stand up and expel the
invader but she forced herself to remain seated.
    She thought about what would have happened if
the invader had not been a rubber plug but a lusty man’s cock; if
she had not used lube but had been entered dry; if the invader had
been rammed home in one thrust rather than being coaxed inside; if,
rather than simply sitting passively in her ass, the invader were
being thrust in and out while she squirmed in agony.
    Barry had done her a great service.
    Flame had no watch – slaves owned nothing –
and there was no clock in the kennel so she could not tell when an
hour had passed. The kennel didn’t even have a window so she could
see how high the sun had risen. There are three thousand and sixty
seconds in an hour so she passed the time on the chair by counting
slowly to three thousand and sixty.
    When she stood up, the plug immediately slid
out of her ass. When she wasn’t sitting on it, she would only be
able to keep it in place if she used her hand to hold it.
    She washed it in the bathroom and then put it
in the wardrobe, hidden behind the cosmetics, lube, and other
toiletries.
    Her asshole felt loose and slippery for a
good part of the day. It felt funny when she walked around.
    As she feared, it was raining outside. Not
the downpour of the previous day, but a steady drizzle.
    She had her green housedress and slippers but
no coat.
    She would get drenched walking all the way
down the hill to the bookstore, but she