She watched anxiously over her shoulder, peering through a curtain of fine hair as a slave brought out a hand bellows. He smiled down at her, sizing up her small compact bottom, as he oiled the tip of the instrument. Grinning broadly, he stepped up and, without ceremony, rudely introduced the tip between the girl’s cringing cheeks. I watched him carefully insert the nozzle, threading it into her rectum, as she twisted her shoulders in her growing dismay. The girl was gagged of course, and so she could do no more than shake her head and watch in alarm as the bellows were pumped three or four times sending a surge of warm water flooding into her innards.
With a wild toss of her head, she flung her hair back, allowing me to see the lines of distress that shot across her brow. Her large, gree
