Page 9 of Fear and Desire

“Breakfast.”

Master 2 came to collect them, and they walked in silence down the hall to a large room with a table and platters of steaming food up front. It smelled wonderful.

“Don’t get excited,” whispered Claire in her ear. Laura watched as the first woman took a spoonful of scrambled eggs and two pieces of toast together in the same bowl. Then she dropped a spoonful of yogurt on top of everything, and at the very end, she picked up a pitcher of orange juice and poured some over the entire bowl.

When it was Laura’s turn, she hesitated, but the woman behind her shook her head in warning, so Laura tipped the pitcher over everything and saw it turn from enticing to disgusting. Like everyone else, she ate it all, and it sat like a lump in her stomach.

7

Laura:

Afterbreakfast,theyonceagain filed silently out the dining room door and down the hall, and turned into another room.

Laura took one look at the clinical setup, with exam tables, leg stirrups, and poles, and terror took over. She turned to run, but two of the men caught her. They lifted her and carried over to the closest table as she screeched and fought to get free, and deposited her on her back. They secured her arms over her head, and her feet up and spread wide in stirrups.

“I love when the new ones run,” Master 6 grinned at Master 5.

“It wouldn’t be as much fun if they didn’t,” Master 5 replied as he turned to face Laura. “You are going to get an enema. You’ll get one every morning, so you’re always squeaky clean. Now, there’s lots of different kinds of enemas. Some are mild and just for cleaning out. Some are very painful and given as punishments. Your behavior the day before determines which kind you get. Being new, we’ll just give you a good flushing out. Maybe two, since this is your first time. Usually you’re on your hands and knees, because it’s more comfortable that way. Lying on your back makes it worse.”

“Please, sir, I’ll be good. Please let me turn over. I promise I’ll behave.”

“Sorry. Too late. You get one chance around here.” He stood up and addressed the rest of the women, still at the front of the room. “Step right up and get your bag, girls!”

Each woman took a bag with tubing and approached the large sink. Under the watchful eye of Master 3, each scooped up a measured amount of white crystals and dropped them in the bag before filling it to the top with water. Shannon had filled hers and was turning to go when Master 3 put his hand on her arm. “Not so fast.”

She looked down at the floor, her eyes wide.

“You broke a rule yesterday when you defended Staci.”

“I’m sorry, sir, please! You already punished me yesterday!”

“I’ve got a little lemon juice for you.”

“Oh, no,” she whimpered, but held out her bag as her hands shook. He picked up a bottle and poured the contents in. Laura’s eyes followed her as she walked slowly over to a table, hung the bag on a hook at the end of the bed, then climbed onto the bed to kneel with her butt high and her head low.

If Shannon was going to be punished for coming to Staci’s defense, what kind of trouble was Staci in? She found Staci in line, Lynn’s arm around her waist, her face pale. As she approached the front, Master 3 smiled an evil smirk.

“Yours,” he said, pointing to the refrigerator, “is in there. Master 2 brought it from the freezer.”

“No, sir, oh, god, please not cold, it hurts so bad and it takes hours to get warmed up again! Please!”

“Staci!” Master 2’s voice expected to be obeyed. “Over here. Now.”

Tears cascaded down her pale cheeks as she turned and walked to him. Laura saw him open the refrigerator and pull out a bag and tubing and place them in her hands. Staci’s expression changed from miserable to surprised as she closed her hands around it.

“I’ll be giving this enema to Staci,” Master 2 declared to Master 3.

“Um, you rarely concern yourself with punishments, sir. I can do it.”

“I will always administer the most serious punishments. You know that.” There was no disagreement with that voice. He looked at Staci. “Go.”

She climbed onto the nearest table, right across from Laura. Master 3 seemed unaware that whatever Master 2 had done was better than Staci was expecting.

The rest of the women had filled their bags and were now all perched on the tables, heads towards the wall and butts offered up like sacrifices to some obscene god. Master 3 approached Laura.

“We’ll get yours started, so you have plenty of time to experience it.” He let the fluid flow down the tube to remove the air as he put his hand on her bottom to spread her wide. She stiffened and tried to pull away, but the restraints held tight. She pleaded with him as the cold plastic tip pressed against her tight hole, and when he tried to breach the ring of muscle, she tightened it with all her strength.

“Let me in now, or I’ll add a lot more lemon juice than Shannon got in hers.”

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