Page 24 of Milk
It reminded me of how he had washed me while I was still tied to that contraption. How he had soaped up my pussy, caressed my tits, and made me so very wet from his appraisal, tenderness, and every shockingly gentle touch. It had been arousing and humiliating. Both emotions swirled in me as he continued washing me. The shame I felt only made the lust moreintense, more overwhelming. The fact I couldn’t do anything but take it settled my mind, made the enjoyment inevitable, good, as easy to sink into as this bath was.
He was still keeping me prisoner and this was probably some kind of brainwashing. I knew that; I wasn’t stupid. At the same time, I was exhausted and tired of focusing on the bad. My whole life had been borrowed time anyway, so why shouldn’t I enjoy this?
“The water’s not too warm, is it?” He asked as he used a soft sponge to rub my shoulders.
I closed my eyes, shook my head, and hummed a negative. “The water’s fine.”
“Good, good,” Carter said as he continued washing me.
For a while he sat on the stool and used a stick brush on my back, my arms, and over the top of my ass. Then, he kneeled by the tub, caressing my tits, my collar, and my inner thighs. There was something almost intimate about seeing him sacrifice his expensive-looking shirt (getting the sleeves absolutely soaked) just to tend to me. The contrast between cold-hearted and caring, deceiving and sincere, made it impossible to decode him.
“You’ve been very naughty, haven’t you? Punching a fellow calf,” he commented.
“Jen deserved it!” I protested, thinking about how she had tortured me when I was tied down and mocked me when I tried to talk to Wren.
“She did. I watched the whole thing. Still, you shouldn’t have punched her. You should’ve left it to me or told the guards.”
“In my experience, no one cares when I report a problem. Nobody listens.”
Carter stopped washing me for a moment, searched my eyes, then dipped his head in understanding. Before I had the chance to miss his hands, he continued. “So, you had to do it yourself?”
“I know bitches like Jen. They won’t stop unless you fight back. I’ve dealt with them for all my life. Ever since I-”
I stopped myself. I didn’t want to think about Rumspringa or the day I left my community. My father. My brother. My mother, forever.
“I see. I apologize for the sedative and for the lack of security that allowed Henderson to move you. I’m sure he had help. We’re going to find who helped him and when we do…”
“Are you going to kill them?” I asked, with fake derision. Deep down, I wanted his helpers shot between the eyes, just like Henderson had been.
“Yes,” Carter said. “This facility runs on trust. Anyone who breaks it can’t be allowed to live. I don’t enjoy it, but I’ll do it without blinking,” he said, and then his hand moved to my head, gripping my wet hair to force me to look at him. “Especially if they hurt my calf.”
“If I matter that much to you, why don’t you let me go? I don’t want your apologies. I just want to go back,” I whimpered.
“You have nothing to go back to,” he said bluntly while releasing my hair.
“I have friends and a family.”
“You have one friend. Wren, and she’s here,” Carter said. “She’s happy here.”
I didn’t want to argue about Wren’s obvious brainwashing, so instead I sighed. “But my family is-”
“Don’t lie to me. I know about your family.”
I froze. “W-what? What do you know?”
“I know everything.”
That couldn’t be true! He couldn't know ‘everything’? No, of course not. Nobody knew what my father did to me. What my brother did. What my mother allowed them to do. Nobody knew what I had been through, what I had done, or how I’d survived.
“You don’t - Just please, let me go. Let me see my family and-”
“Stop lying to me, Tiff. Please,” He said seriously, looking at me with a tight expression.
“I’m n-not lying!”
“You are. I know you are. You’ve never told anyone what happened, huh? Is that why you keep pretending it didn’t?”
“I-I don’t know what you are talking about,” I lied.
