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eyes locked on Sulitea’s bottom, with her thumbs spreading the cheeks to reveal the anus and the junction of phallus and vagina. Her motions were not like the regular pushing of a man, but a rubbing and squirming of the hips to press her clitoris against the base of the dildo.
    As the matron’s arousal increased Sulitea began to pant, then writhe on the dildo. At last, with a sigh of pure misery, she reached back to masturbate, utterly surrendering every vestige of dignity and pride to the pleasure of having the thick black shaft inside her. The matron laughed and slapped Sulitea hard across the bottom, then began to ride harder and faster still, grinding her big hips into her victim as Sulitea whimpered and mewled in ecstasy.
    Finally it happened, Sulitea screaming in shame and rapture even as the matron gave a deep, harsh moan. For a long while both rode the climax, Sulitea rubbing at herself and squealing out loud, the matron grunting and pushing at the dildo. Aisla’s own sex was sodden, and only the fear of discovery kept her from giving in to the urge to masturbate. Instead she held back, watching as the matron withdrew, made Sulitea suck the phallus clean and left the room, telling Sulitea to come to her when the floor was scrubbed clean.
    Aisla pulled back from the window, breathing heavily and too flustered to think clearly. The crotch of her britches was clammy and hot, more from her own juice than sea-water, while she could feel her nipples, hard and tender within the leather jerkin. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts of what she had seen, she struggled to turn her attention to the task in hand, promising herself to masturbate over it at the first opportunity.
    Clearly Sulitea would be sleeping with the matron, either in the same bed or on a mat at the foot of it. The later seemed more likely, although it was an old fashioned tradition, it seemed entirely in keeping with what she had seen at Kavas-Arion. In either case, with enough courage she could hope to bring Sulitea free. It only remained to wait until both were sure to be asleep.
    Crawling into a corner, Aisla watched the moons swing across the sky and waited, telling herself that when the smaller set below the roof of the dormitory block she would act, and not before then. The silence was absolute, the peace complete, and she found it impossible not to think of how Sulitea must have felt being fucked by the matron. She had some idea of the shame any high-born girl would have experienced, at being beaten on the bare buttocks with a thing like a dog quirt, at crawling naked on the floor, at being entered from the rear with a dildo, and worst of all, at being driven to masturbate to orgasm over it all.
    Aisla’s hand was on the crotch of her britches, feeling the plump lips of her sex through the leather. With a resigned sigh she realised that she was going to do it, and, telling herself that it was in fact the best way to keep warm, she began to undo the buttons. Soon the flap was loose and her tuppenny bare to the cool night air. Closing her eyes, she began to rub, feeling ashamed of herself for wanting to come over another girl’s degradation, but unable to stop herself. She was wet and warm, her clitty a hard bud of sensitive flesh, eager to be touched.
    Her mind drifted as she masturbated, dwelling on the expression of Sulitea’s face as her vagina had filled, then on the gross, crude pleasure the matron had taken in fucking the beautiful young girl. With her excitement rising she began to rub faster, her spare hand going to her chest to feel the swell of her breasts through the leather. Her nipples made little humps, which she stroked, teasing herself as she thought of how she’d feel with the big dildo in Sulitea’s hole, or maybe the Princess’, or even Elethrine’s, her own mistress, kneeling nude and fucked before her, buttocks spread, bumhole winking lewdly…
    Aisla came, choking back her scream and biting her lip hared as wave after