The next morning, Matilda's nether parts were still incredibly sore. The poor woman stumbled down to get her breakfast and then made her way back to her room. While Matilda had lost enough weight so that she didn't waddle anymore, her holes still stung enough that walking was uncomfortable.
When she got back to her room, Matilda ate her cereal and then tried to figure out how she would get through the next evening. The baroness prayed that no one would deserve a reward this time. Her anal tract still hurt terribly. It was stretched out and sore, and all raw inside. It was going to be bad enough getting that broomstick up there. Matilda didn't think she would be able to take it if another man shoved his penis in there and started plowing in and out of it again. Before last night, Matilda had despised sucking on a penis. Now, if Frederick would let her put some guy's thing in her mouth instead of up her butt, she would jump at the opportunity.
Matilda tried to relax. The problem was that even if no one stuck a penis in her butthole tonight, the baroness knew that another one would be going in there sometime soon. Frederick had made it very clear that her anus was going to be used to reward the servants for excellent service. The baroness knew her husband would be sure to find opportunities to give out rewards. Over the next few months, her bottomhole was going to get a lot of traffic. Matilda actually cringed as she thought of all those men's organs which would be shoved into her little anal passage.
As Matilda paced her room, contemplating the fate of her poor orifices, the day slowly passed by. Suddenly Matilda looked up from her morose daydreams and realized that the sun was down. There was no point in imagining any more, the baroness would now have to face the reality. Sadly, Matilda picked up her broomsticks and prepared for the evening's activities.
First, Matilda shoved one stick into her vagina. It was still sore on one side, but that was nothing compared to the burning that still filled her entire rear passage. After she had the first stick secured, Matilda steeled herself for the next task. She picked up the other stick and placed the end gently at the entrance to her anus.
When she had the stick carefully centered in her entrance, Matilda tried to push the thing in very gently. It still burned, but if it went up her butt slowly enough, it was bearable. Matilda didn't really know how long she had worked on that broomstick. All she knew was that the thing finally was in her ass as far as it could go. With that done, Matilda harnessed her tits and headed for the hall.
The baroness arrived in the hall, and the staff was assembled as usual. Matilda turned her backside to the group, and then bent and spread like she was supposed to. When she was standing there holding her cheeks open, Frederick walked over to her. The baron looked down at Matilda and told her that some of the guys wanted to check out those sticks up her holes. Frederick knew that Lily usually pulled her sticks out at this point, but he told Matilda that he knew she wouldn't mind if some of the guys came over and checked out her equipment. Matilda just stayed there holding herself open. She knew better than to object. All she could do now was hold her self open so that the guys could poke around the sticks shoved up her holes.
Matilda just held her cheeks apart and waited to feel people poking around between them. It was only a moment later that she felt the first fingers touching the edges of her holes. Some guys wiggled the sticks while others used their fingers to trace around the distended openings. It was humiliating, but aside from that, when someone wiggled the stick inside her irritated butt it hurt!
Finally, the poking and prodding ended. Then Lily stepped up and pulled the sticks out. She was none too gentle and Matilda let out a loud moan as the broom scraped its way out of her anus. When her holes were empty, the baroness stood up and faced the crowd. Lily walked over and jiggled her huge tits for a minute, then she untied the harness and let them flop down.
When Lily moved away, and Matilda was standing naked in front of the group, Frederick announced that another servant deserved a reward. Matilda couldn't help it, she began to cry. Another man was going to shove his thing into her anus. She was still so sore back there. The baroness just couldn't take another penis thrusting in and out of her sore, swollen ass. But then Frederick finished his announcement and Matilda's jaw just dropped. She couldn't even imagine what Frederick expected her to do.
The baron announced that a second reward had been earned. Frederick told everyone that one of the maids had found a gold coin that had apparently rolled under a piece of furniture. Not only had she found it, but she had immediately returned it to her master. The baron told the group that this type of loyalty needed to be rewarded.
Matilda heard Frederick's announcement and was in shock. One word had stood out in that speech. She. SHE!!!! What in God's name was Matilda supposed to do for a woman. The baroness decided she must have heard wrong. But, no, Frederick was calling the maid forward and it was indeed a woman. In fact, Matilda recognized the girl.
Her name was Phillipa. She was a young Spanish woman who cleaned the upstairs. The girl was heavy and homely. Matilda had always made fun of her. Whenever she had run into her in the estate, Matilda would yell at the girl that she needed to work harder. After all with her looks, it wasn't like she was going to get a husband.
The baroness was still wondering what she was supposed to do, when Frederick told the audience that Matilda would indeed reward Phillipa. Now obviously, Phillipa had no use for Matilda's tight rear tract, but surely the baroness would be able to do something for the young lady. Matilda still just stood there. If there was something she could do for Phillipa, Matilda had no idea what it was.
After his announcement, Frederick sent Matilda over to a table. Matilda still didn't know what she was going to have to do, but she knew what to do at a table. The baroness leaned onto the table surface and spread herself open again. Matilda at least knew that rewarding someone always involved the use of her openings, so she might as well get them ready.
