Hattie knew this morning she was due the shower she'd been promised. She could sense the musky, almost fishy scent all over her. All the sweat and cum of the three men that had used her was stuck on her skin. There was dried blood too, giving an added metallic scent to her. Her knees and toes were grimy and her hair - mostly her pubic hair, but as she'd recently discovered, also the hair on her head, had dried sperm in it. She felt gross, but a small part of her kind of liked being this dirty and used.
Her back, ass and thighs were sore from whip marks, and she knew that even if she was going to be allowed to take a shower that was likely going to sting like a bitch too. She was certain it was the whole point.
Despite the dirtiness and her aches she tried to focus on her trust in Victor, knowing that this was something he'd wanted her to experience - for whatever he had planned for her in the long run.
As the nurse arrived, Hattie kept her eyes down, doubting her reminding the nurse of her shower privileges was going to be appreciated. But inside, she kept hoping. Her belt was unlocked and her plug removed. It oozed out of her with ease by now, being in a constant state of lubrication. With half of her days in this place behind her, as far as she knew, she was eager to get this over with to be finally reunited with Victor. She was willing to accept her training, her punishment... Or treatment as some had called it much like others went to the dentist, eager to get a pat on her cheek from her Commander once she was finished.
"Here," the nurse grunted, handing her the ovulation test as she'd done every morning, and just like every morning Hattie had held in the first pee of the morning to get an accurate reading.
As usual, she wasn't given the result, but from the nurse's following words she could connect the dots for the answer.
"Now, I know today you were expecting a chance to clean yourself. Boy, you do stink," the nurse began, squinting her nose. "So, after you're done hosing yourself down, I suggest you douche - your cunt is going to be off limits today," she explained.
This made Hatties heart sink to the bottom of her stomach - both at the prospect of being sodomized, but also at the underlying logic behind this. Maybe Victor hadn't wanted these former guys to knock her up after all? It actually gave her some hope.
The large washing room was a far cry from a real bathroom. It was a rustic, partially tiled room with old mint green tiles with an evident lingering scent of moisture, possibly also mold, in the air. The remnants of a row of shower heads were still present on one wall, but all she had been left with was a garden hose hooked up on a simple tap. The room had an old wooden bench, a bar of household soap and a nasty-looking plastic bucket. The tiles were slimy at touch, feeling like they hadn't been cleaned in a while.
It was a small relief that instead of freezing cold water the hose actually let out water that was sort of lukewarm.
Rinsing off the majority of grime, cum and blood from her body, Hattie didn't stop herself from hissing at the stinging pain. But soon enough her body adjusted. She just allowed the water to tenderize her muscles, and for a moment pondered whether shoving the hose inside of her could wash out the remainder of the cum from inside of her. She knew it to be unlikely, but that was what she felt like doing. She didn't want to carry anyone else's child but Victor's. She touched herself gently and realized that her vagina was so sore from the day before, she didn't even want to think about the prospect of invading herself with the rubber object and hoped her vagina could just have the day off as the nurse had insinuated it would have.
She knew with her anus, however, she wasn't going to have a choice on the matter. The light meals she'd been having in this place, didn't really leave much of anything in there to be cleaned out of, but she gently massaged the surroundings of her asshole to relax it, anticipating it to become handy later. She was not new to anal play, but generally nothing really major went in there. The hose was a little difficult to regulate in regards to water volume so she struggled to really direct it straight to her anus. Eventually she managed, getting it in there just at the right angle, and she could just feel her rectum filling up with water. That was what an enema was supposed to feel like - wasn't it?
Scared of the oddly satisfying sensation she pulled it out and let the water flood out of her. It was a little demeaning to her - water splattering onto the ground like that. She hadn't realized so much could go into her. Mostly she just tried to focus on hoping that the guy, whoever he was that was coming for her that day, had lube and wasn't terribly huge. She was taking it as something inevitable, something she believed Victor thought to be good for her.
Hattie had just stuck the hose inside of her for the second time, aiming to rinse herself out once more, when she heard the door.
It wasn't the nurse. It was the guy. And for a moment Hattie was just stunned, having not expected anyone to come in here but to be treated later in the procedure room as all the days before this.
She suddenly realized she was filling up, feeling incredibly full like she had to go. Hattie took the hose out but kept her muscles together, not wanting the water to splatter onto the floor like it had before in front of him.
Hattie couldn't hold long though, and whether she wanted to or not, water just kept splashing down her legs. She wanted to sink to the ground.
"Heya, Hattie," the man said in a slight Australian accent, stepping out from the shadow. But Hattie had already recognized him.
Alex was the lurker in the shadows, that was what he'd always been, so it truly suited him.
He was still as tall and skinny as she remembered him. They'd met in college and been friends, watched movie marathons together and studied together, but one thing had led to another and somehow Alex had fallen in love with her, while she hadn't felt a thing. He was hot, in his own way - having that dark, borderline goth-punk look about him. But Hattie had had eyes for other guys back then, guys that were not terribly good for her. She supposed Alex had always resented her a little for not loving him back, but all things considered she believed they'd parted ways peacefully. But now as he really was here, to Hattie that spoke of the possibility of some lingering lust or possibly even revenge.
Alex was already topless - showing off his almost entirely inked skin. Dragons, Kois, geometric patterns being the main themes as far as she could tell, only seeing him in the distance. His nipples were pierced, as well as his nose and cheek. His ears were plugged - nothing huge but still notably stretched. His self-destruction, as Hattie had once called it, not too seriously, had clearly taken new dimensions since they'd last seen each-other.
"Hi, Alex," Hattie dared to speak, the setting - somewhere other than the procedure room opening her up a little. Besides, she'd actually thought the guy was nice and she'd been genuinely sorry for not loving him back. Hattie hoped, maybe reminding him of their friendship might make him go easy on her. But there was something dark in his eyes and she was overcome by the feeling that she should be afraid of him.
"Hand me that hose, will ya?" Alex requested surprisingly casually.
Hattie complied nervously.
"It's good you got yourself nice and clean for me," Alex commented, walked to the tap, adjusted something Hattie hadn't been able to before, and walked back, leaving Hattie standing hesitantly by the wall.
"You see - I appreciate a clean girl," Alex continued to explained. "Did you use the soap yet?" he asked, nodding towards the bar on the bench. The soap was notably dry.
Hattie shook her head, having not wanted to, knowing it would dry her skin terribly.
"Now come on then, soap up," Alex insisted.
Slowly Hattie bent her knees to reach for the soap, a number of 'dropping the soap' type prison jokes coming to mind, but she didn't believe Alex to be that into cliches, but also not particularly sadistic, which was clearly not an accurate observation of him from the past.
Alex was an odd one to figure out, to be honest. He'd always been. And beyond what he'd said about liking her, she'd never really learned what his kink was, besides knowing more or less what kind of movies and books he liked. Mostly it had been sci-fi and nordic noir. The thought of it in the present context made her swallow hard.
Hattie ran the bar of soap through some water that was in the bucket to make it bubbly and began to rub it all over her body, leaving her skin white with soap and squeaky clean underneath. She avoided her intimate regions - knowing the soap would dry the delicate skin terribly, and thankfully he wasn't insisting she would but just watched her, letting the water from the hose just pour down the drain in the meanwhile.
"This good enough?" Hattie asked hesitantly, after about ten minutes. Frankly, she was just beginning to get chilly, standing there like this, without any warm water.
"I guess," Alex shrugged, and shocked her by beginning to hose her down.
Hattie yelped.
He'd put half of his thumb in front of the hose opening so the water was coming out more fiercely.
Naturally she yelped and shrieked, the sensation on her already sore skin being abrupt and in some places also painful. She tried to choose a good angle, but her front held a lot of sensitive places and her back was in warps, so there really was no good direction to position herself but let him aim at her sides.
For a moment he stopped, the majority of the soap having left her skin, and said - "Missed a spot," smilingly, and directed the water directly to her pussy.
Some soap had indeed gotten stuck in her pubic hair, but god - the water was definitely hitting very close to her clit, causing her to scream at the intensity.
"Hold still - I'll be done faster if you do," Alex instructed seriously, and took a few steps closer, increasing the pressure.
Reluctantly Hattie forced herself to stand, legs about shoulder width apart, her arms on automatic craving to clench her abdomen and hide her nipples with her upper arms.
The very precisely aimed stream of water made contact with her labia, and he stepped even closer to direct it even more precisely, making the intensity of water against her clit even worse. Hattie struggled to hold still, moaning at the mixture of complex sensations. It would've been easier to be tied up right now. But she was pretty good at self-discipline.
But thankfully, the man didn't keep at it for long.
"Good, Hattie. Here I was ready to use restraints but it seems I might not need them at all," Alex explained, sounding relieved and impressed at the same time.
