Page 10 of Fear and Desire

She forced herself to relax, and it must have been enough, because a burning pain lanced through the tender tissue as he shoved the tube in. Her hips reared up at the invasion and she screeched. Master 3 stood back. She tried to push the tube out, but nothing happened. He smirked.

“It’s got a balloon on the inside to keep it in place. It’s staying there untilIdecide it comes out.” He fiddled with a clamp on the tubing and a moment later, the cool fluid was racing up inside her, the wrong way.

“It will take about ten minutes to get all of it in.”

The bag was easily a liter. “I can’t take that much!”

“You’d be surprised.” He walked away.

She turned her concentration to the bag on the hook. For a minute or two, she felt nothing except a strange, full sensation. Around her, small gasps and groans punctuated the quiet.

Staci was chanting, “Oh God, it’s so cold, oh God, it’s so cold!” To her astonishment, Master 2’s voice was calm and quiet.

“You can do it, Staci. Deep breaths. Let me rub your stomach a little.”

“It hurts so bad, master…”

“Mmm hmm, it does, and that’s because it’s a punishment, but you’ll get through it, I promise—”

Anything else he said to Staci was lost as a cramp ripped through Laura’s stomach and she let out a strangled cry. She tried to dislodge the tube, but nothing happened. It was one of the most horrible pains she’d ever had, and yet the fluid kept draining into her without pause.

Master 2 appeared above her. “Please, stop it, please!” She screwed her eyes shut and panted as the cramp worsened.

He leaned over and gently massaged her stomach. After a long moment, the cramp eased, and she opened her eyes again.

“Never had an enema before?”

She shook her head.

“The cramps are a normal part of it. They ease on their own after a minute or two. It’s worse when you’re on your back. Don’t hold your breath.”

“There’s going to be more?”

“Yes. Probably three or four more before you’re done. The other women have learned to bear it mostly in silence, but they’re having them too.”

A muffled screech came from Staci’s table, and Master 2 disappeared.

Down the row, Shannon was sobbing. Laura could only guess what lemon juice would feel like and hoped she’d never find out.

She tried to relax, but a minute later, another cramp made that impossible. She tried to be quiet, but her sobs inevitably drew the attention of Master 3.

“Hurts, don’t it? Next time you’ll get on the table without fighting.” He disappeared.

The cramp eased, and she caught her breath. The bag was finally empty. She looked down at her distended stomach and prayed for strength to get through the next twenty minutes. Another cramp caught her, and she tried breathing like she was in labor. It helped.

She had to get out of this. Was anyone looking for her? Would the police have any clue? She refused to believe what Claire had told her. This wasnother new life. This was not fair! Slavery existed in other countries, even if their governments denied it, but she never dreamed it could touch her life. What was she going to do?

She pulled on the restraints in frustration until a cramp came again. She panted through it, still crying, giving into despair for a moment.

Across the aisle, the soft whimpering continued, and Master 2 murmured words of encouragement. How could he sound like he cared when he was one of the ones who had ripped her and all these women from their lives? He was giving a punishment—a horrible punishment as far as she could tell—and yet Laura wished for his presence to talk her through the worst of this.

Two cramps later, Master 3 appeared again. He fiddled with the clamp and the tube and the pressure eased.

“Clench tight now, unless you want it all over the floor. Trust me, you don’t.” He pulled the tube out and she struggled to hold in what her body wanted to expel right then. He unstrapped her legs, then her arms, and pointed to the end of the room. “Bathroom’s there. Be back here in five minutes for the next one.”

She struggled off the bed and staggered down to the bathroom. She’d never been so glad to see a toilet in all her life. Five minutes later, he appeared at the door.

“Table. Now!”

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