“I must go out for a while,” the general announced as he dressed. “Dava, before I go, get your peg, the biggest.” Dava opened the chest which held the pegs. She had taken the second biggest, but never the biggest one. To her it seemed to be a lot larger. She walked back to the general and held out the peg for him.

He took it and sat down on a chair. By this time she knew what was expected, so draped herself over his lap. Instead of just pushing the peg into her, his hand went between her legs. She opened then giving him room. He slowly began massaging her pussy and her body responded. He explained the peg was bigger than most men, but wanted her to be prepared. Because of its size, he would remove it before she slept.

Dava only half listened to him. Her mind was focusing on the hand rubbing her now wet pussy. Marta, now kneeling in front of him, just watched in amazement as he seemed so gentle with her. Her only experiences were to get fucked with no concern about her. Even the general had plowed into her ass, which had hurt. Dava had said he was kind, but had not really shown her kindness when it came to sex. He had treated her kindly when she ate though. The slave master had thrown food to her, usually just bread smeared with something. The general had let her sit at his table and actually eat recognizable food.

Dava had already begun to squirm as her arousal grew stronger. The general had dipped his finger into a bowl of oil on the table and brought the finger to her asshole. As he pushed in, Dava couldn't help but push back against it, forcing his finger into her ass. His finger pulled out, evidently dipping into the oil again before pushing back into her. She could feel her climax beginning to boil.

His hand continued to massage her pussy, but his finger pulled out of her ass. “Tell me when you climax,” he ordered softly.

It was only moments later Dava gasped, “Now!” The general lined up the peg and slowly, but firmly, pushed it into her ass. Dava's body stiffened as her head sprang up and she yelped. The general kept pushing the peg. She collapsed back down. Marta's eyes widened thinking Dava has passed out.

“It's in...” the general softly said as he started rubbing her ass cheeks.

“It's big,” Dava moaned.

“I know... If you can take this, you can take any man,” the general comforted as he continued rubbing her ass. After a few minutes, she seemed to relax. “Stand,” the general ordered. It took some effort, but Dava managed to get to her feet and stand almost straight. “Good,” the general smiled, making a small smile appear of Dava's face. “I will return later. Leave it in. It will be taken out before you sleep though. Finish straightening out,” the general ordered as he stood and left the tent.

“Are you all right?” Marta gasped. Dava nodded. “Does it hurt?” she continued and Dava nodded again. “Are you being punished?” Marta questioned.

“No,” Dava answered. “Master is training me. I am to be a gift to the emperor. I am still a virgin, but Master wants me to be able to please him,” she explained as she shuffled toward the table. “It's not too bad. It just feels like I have a tree trunk in me,” Dava observed with a slight smile to try and calm Marta.

“I wish I was trained,” Marta sighed. “When he did me, it hurt – a lot.”

“I know... and Master did to. He was testing you,” Dava replied as she began clearing the table.

“He did???” Marta gasped.

“Yes. I told him about you and why I picked you. I think he was a little angry with me, but he liked that you took him and did not fight it. I told you he was kind,” Dava continued.

“I tried to please him as you asked. I do not want to go back to the slave master,” Marta begged.

“I have no control over that. It is Master's decision. Just do as he says, don't question him or hesitate, and be honest with him,” Dava advised.

The two girls finished cleaning up. Just as the last dish was taken away, the general returned. Both girls knelt as they were taught. “Does the peg still hurt, Dava?” he asked.

“Not really, Master. It just feels very big,” she answered.

“Uncomfortable?” he questioned. She nodded. “Do you want me to remove it?” he asked.

“That is your decision, Master. If you wish, leave it in. I will be OK with it,” Dava meekly answered.

“We will leave it in for a while longer then. It will help you get used to something large being in your ass; larger than most men, so it will be easier for you to take a man,” he reasoned. “You, girl, are you sore?” he asked Marta.

“No, Master,” she answered.

“Oh? Bend over the table again. I wish to take your pretty ass again,” he ordered, knowing she was lying. Dava gasped, but he glared at her. She said no more knowing his meaning. Marta stood, walked to the table, and bent over it again as she had done before. The general knocked the bowl of oil that was still on the table to the floor. He lifted the front of his tunic, grasped his cock, aimed it at the prone girl's asshole, and jutted his hips forward, driving his cock into her.

Dava watched in horror as the general pumped into the girl's tender ass with abandonment. Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the edge of the table in front of her. Fortunately it didn't seem like too long before he shot his load into the girl. “Are you sore, girl?” the general asked as he pulled out of her.

“No, Master,” she repeated, only this time in a shaky voice.

“Master...” Dava began.

“Silence!” he shouted, stopping her from saying more. Marta started to stand up, but the general pushed her back down. “Guard, come here,” he shouted. One of the guards rushed in. “This girl seems to like getting fucked in the ass. Would you like to accommodate her?” The guard smiled as he nodded. The general gestured for him to take her.

Once more Dava watched Marta's get ass fucked hard. Tears were flowing down Marta's face, but Dava knew she could do nor say nothing. Once the guard was finished with her, the guard backed away. “Girl! Are you sore?” the general shouted. Marta was now unable to speak, but just shook her head. “Guard, resume your post, but send the other guard in. I suspect he would like some relief as well,” the general growled.

The second guard came in and the scene was once again repeated. The only other sound, besides the guard grunting, were a few moans from Marta. The general was furious. “Dava, stand and bend over,” he commanded. Dava, knowing how angry he was, did as he asked. He yanked the peg from her ass. “Guard, take that girl over to the slave quarters. Tell them she has taken a man in her ass four times tonight and I want her cleaned out. Dava, go with them. Maybe you can explain the errors of her ways to her. Once she has been cleaned, bring her back,” the general snapped.

The guard grabbed Marta's arm and almost dragged her out of the tent with Dava chasing after them. With the pace the guard was walking, Dava almost had to run to keep up. Marta stumbled, half running and half being dragged. They stopped at a tent and an older woman came out. The guard said a few words to her before the woman walked up to Marta, helping her stand as she had fallen to the ground. “Had a rough night, huh, girly? Just bend over that box and hang on tight. You won't like this, but we'll be finished in no time.”

“Why did you keep saying you weren't sore? Master knew you were and it just angered him when you said no. If you were honest with him this may not have happened,” Dava scolded Marta. The woman took what Dava thought looked like a fire bellows, stuck it in a bucket of water seemingly filling it, then walked over to Marta. Marta let out a scream as the woman jammed the tip into Marta's ass and squeezed the bellows. When she pulled it out, water shot out of Marta's ass. The woman refilled the bellows and repeated her actions, but this time Marta just moaned, but water once again shot from her ass.

“All done, girly,” the woman remarked, then went back into the tent.

The guard grabbed Marta's arm and stood her up. “Let her rest for a minute? ...please? If Master gets angry, tell him I asked,” Dava begged the guard. The guard knew Dava and her relationship with the general, so released Marta and stepped away from her. Marta fell to the ground, but Dava helped her to a sitting position.

“It's no different... I may as well go back to the slave master,” Marta mumbled.

“No, it is different!” Dava argued. “You angered Master by lying to him. When he asked if you were sore, you should have told him yes. I told you he was kind. You were punished because you lied, not because he liked punishing you like the slave master.”

“I was afraid he would be angry if I said I was sore. The slave master would have been,” defended Marta.

“Master is not like that. You heard him ask me if the peg hurt and you heard my answer. I did not lie to him. He left it in longer because he felt it would be better for me, not because he wanted me to hurt. Can't you see that? I told you he only asks two things – you do what he says when he says it and you be honest with him,” Dava explained.

“It makes no difference now. He will send me back,” Marta sighed.

“Maybe, but maybe not. Tell him you are sorry for lying and ask him to forgive you. He may... Let's go back. Can you walk OK?” Dava asked.

“I think so...” Marta replied and she stood up, with Dava's help. The guard stood also and started walking back to the general's tent, but was going too fast for Marta to keep up. Dava said something to the guard and he smiled and his pace slowed.

Marta seemed to recover some on the slow walk back. The guard took his place outside the tent and Dava and Marta walked in. Both knelt in front of the general. “You're back...” he observed, but in a quieter tone now.

“Yes, Master,” Dava answered. “Master, Marta has something to say to you. May she speak freely?” The general nodded. Marta, Master is letting you speak. You may speak freely to him,” Dava encouraged.

Marta said nothing at first, so Dava nudged her. She finally spoke. “Master, forgive me for lying to you. The slave master wouldn't allow it if I told him I was sore. He would have punished me. I was afraid to tell you the truth, but Dava has told me I was wrong; to always tell you the truth. Please forgive me. I will never lie to you again.”

“May I speak too, Master?” Dava asked and again the general nodded. “Master she knows she was wrong. She was afraid because of how the slave master treated her. Please let her stay. I will teach her.”

The general didn't say anything for a while. Finally he asked, “Girl, are you sore?” and this time Marta admitted she was. “Dava, in the box with your pegs, there is a jar of ointment. Bring it to me. Girl, come lay across my lap,” the general ordered. As Dava retrieved the ointment, Marta went over his lap nervously. Dava had knelt down again. “Girl, reach around and spread your ass cheeks,” the general told her. Marta looked at Dava, who smiled and nodded.

Marta's hands went to her ass and she pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her red, raw asshole. As the general dipped his finger into the ointment, he said, “This will hurt, but I want you to keep your ass spread. It will help you heal and make you feel better.” With that his ointment covered finger started rubbing her sore hole. The outside wasn't bad, but when he pushed in, Marta winced. “Keep them spread,” the general reminded her. He greased up his finger again and pushed back into her, making her cry out, but she kept herself open to him. “A little more...” he mumbled as he greased up his finger again. He then pulled his finger out and wiped it off. “Better?” he questioned.

“Yes, Master. Thank you,” Marta answered. “May I stay here? ...at least for tonight?”

“Yes. I will let you know if I wish you to stay longer, but you may stay tonight. Dava, prepare the bed,” the general ordered.