Meeting Her Master by Breanna Hayse Page B

have never had anything bigger than a finger there! You are scaring me!”
    “Really? Oh, you poor thing. Make sure you stretch her well before you seat that inside of her.”
    Dahlia cried out as she felt a finger penetrate her tight ass and begin to press along the edges to force the muscle to stretch. A second finger moved its way in and spread the sphincter uncomfortably wider. Dahlia jerked as she felt a third digit pressing on the opposite edges, opening her for view. Embarrassment flooded her senses, picturing how she appeared to these strangers who flagrantly probed her asshole like it was attached to a rubber doll instead of a human being.
    As tightly as she fought to clench her cheeks together against the intrusion, she also felt the walls of her pussy begin to warm and contract. Dahlia squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the relentless probing and stretching she was being subjected to.
    “Would this treatment bother you as much if it were Blake performing these wicked deeds?” Mrs. Alonso asked. Dahlia squealed as she felt the tip of the cone-shaped plug being pressed firmly against the center of her aching hole. “Answer me, girl. The boys will not pause their work until I tell them. Harder, gentlemen…”
    “No! Oh, my God… Slow down! Yes! I mean no!”
    “Hold a second, boys. What is it, Dahlia? Would you rather have Blake ’ s fingers in your ass? Or maybe his cock?”
    “Anything other than you,” Dahlia cried. “ Why do you hate me so much? ”
    “I disdain anyone who uses Blake and his generosity to gain for herself. What is your obsession with him, anyway? I hear that you are constantly asking the staff intimate details about their training, and that you feign caring about them in order to manipulate them into cooperating. One even said you paid for an Internet investigation service to get more information about him and his properties. Is this true?”
    Tears ran down Dahlia ’ s face, the plug pressed halfway into her body and held secure, stretching her thin delicate skin close to its maximum elasticity. She also knew that the widest portion of the ominous device had yet to reach its full diameter. “Y-yes, but not because I am obsessed with him. I just need to know things.”
    “ No, I don’ t think that is fact. I think you are a mental masturbator. You are person who gets off imagining yourself to be the one experiencing the stories told to you.”
    “No! That is not true. I swear.”
    “I believe that you have convinced yourself to be free of ulterior motives, but not that you actually are. Are you obsessed with Master Blake or with what he represents?”
    “I… I don’ t know.”
    “Well, that answer is probably the most honest you have given. Push out,” she advised, nodding. One of the men held her buttocks wide apart as the other pressed the plug inside. Her scream of anger and pain was lost in the thick stone walls and high vaulted ceiling as the plug disappeared with a pop. Only the back flange nestled between her overstretched cheeks was visible.
    “Now that the pleasantries are over, we can get down to business. You will be filled with hot, soapy water that has a hint of peppermint oil. This little plug will force you to hold it as long as necessary for a thorough cleaning. Of course, the time depends on your cooperation and honesty. Start the flow and take it slowly right now,” the older woman commanded. “Start and stop as you feel the need.”
    Dahlia felt the warmth slowly enter her rectum and begin to creep along her belly. At first, the internal sensation was, if anything, mildly uncomfortable. The pressure to her stomach was easily dismissed, as were the gurgles she occasionally felt rumbling through her gut.
    “What do you want from Blake?” Mrs. Alonso asked in a hushed voice.
    “I didn ’ t volunteer to come here. He invited me,” Dahlia’ s response sounded strained as a fine layer of sweat formed on her upper lip. “I beg you… Stop