Page 58 of Savage

She scrambles to obey, her knees thudding when they hit the bottom of the shower. She’s shivering violently, her head bowed as she tried to keep her face out of the stream of water.

I step away from the shower to grab latex gloves from the cabinet. My eyes catch on something else in there too, and I pull it out and set it on the shelf near the shower.

If she’d seen it, I’m sure she’d be panicking even more.

I take my shoes off and bend down behind her. Water splashes against my pants, but I don’t care.

“I’ve been too nice to you,” I say, gripping her ass. “The food, the dresses, the video games. You forgot why you’re here.” I push my finger into her cunt, finding the hook of the still-vibrating toy and pulling it out roughly.

Stef lets out a muffled cry, her body bucking as I do. I’m sure it’s long since stopped being pleasurable, but any relief she feels is going to be short-lived. “No, please, I haven’t. Master, please, I’ll do better. I’ll do better!”

“I’ve heard that before. But you chose to embarrass yourself—embarrass me—at a public venue. You’re like a fucking child, unable to control herself.” I grab the second shower head off its hook and turn it on, then direct the cold blast directly at her cunt. “Did they fuck you? Would you have spread your legs for every single donor just for your stupid, momentary high?”

She cries out again, shaking her head furiously. “No! I didn’t let them fuck me. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t have let them.”

I don’t believe her.

I think she’d have been willing to fuck anybody and everybody just to get a few minutes of that high, and it infuriates me even more.

When I’m satisfied that her cunt is clean, I turn off the second spray and reach for the kit I’d set on the shelf.

An enema kit. I’m going to clean her inside and out.

“Do you know what this is?” I ask her as I start filling the bag with ice cold water.

Her frightened, red-rimmed eyes go up to mine, and they widen as she sees what I’m holding.

I don’t like that she knows what it is, or that she’s frightened of it, because I wanted to be the first one to torment her like this. It just reminds me that she’s a whore from Ntimacy, someone I purchased despite all of her flaws.

Because of her flaws, a voice inside nags me, but I ignore it.

Once the bag is full, I hook it to the shower rod and briskly work to secure the tubing in place. The whole time, she’s shaking her head, and she blabbers on some apology or another that I tune out because it isn’t enough. Nothing’s going to be enough.

Not until I hear her scream.

I slap her ass, the sharp reminder that it’s supposed to be up in the air seemingly enough to make the sobbing whore remember she’s meant to have it up. She holds that position, for all that her trembling is growing more intense as the cold water continues to sluice over her body.

When I place the nozzle against her hole, Stef sobs again, begging, “Please! Please don’t, Master. Please, I didn’t let anyone in… inside of me.” She hiccups, swaying as she tries to keep herself upright. “I wouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have let anyone fuck me but you.”

“You were covered in their semen,” I growl. “You had your mouth on their cocks. I’m supposed to believe that you have standards?”

She nearly chokes on another forceful sob, her shoulders shaking violently—and I haven’t even begun to punish her yet. My cock is painfully hard in my trousers, and after I clean her out, I have every intention of taking advantage of that.

I unclip the tubing, and cold water starts to rush inside of Stef’s ass.

I can both see and hear it as the first cramp hits her. She yowls in pain, but it only makes me angrier. She deserves this, and I’m not going to feel bad for her.

I squeeze the bag of water, forcing more liquid into her that much faster, and I’m gratified by her panting, by her strangled cries that come over and over again. She has to be miserable, yet it still doesn’t feel like it’s enough.

Yet.

Once the first bag is empty, she looks at me with those wide, desperate eyes. I smile at her, but it’s without humor. Grimly, I begin to fill the bag again. Her horrified eyes get wider still, and she shakes her head furiously.

“Yes,” I tell her. “This is your punishment for being unclean.”

When I’ve finished filling the bag a second time, I’m even more brutal with forcing the water inside of her. I squeeze and squeeze, and she seizes up and whimpers and cries out until she’s finally screaming.

I don’t know if it’s enough. She’s sobbing and whimpering, her body is wracked with convulsions and shivers, but I still see her with her reddened nose and blown pupils, servicing those other men.

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