I dumped the bucket in the toilet and flushed, then cleaned it in the sink, trying not to gag. Once I finished I turned the farthest shower on cold and stepped under it, wincing. I caught Josef leaning in the doorway, watching me with a worried expression. I dropped my eyes and when I looked back up he was gone.
Drying off was painful. A glimpse in the mirror showed ugly welts, the edges of some with tiny red blood blisters. The old me only knew how to deal with pain and emotional distress by crying and popping Motrin. That was no longer an option. I didn’t know how to deal now except to keep going.
Just keep going.
I wrapped the towel around myself and passed the others, going to my bed to lie down on my stomach and pass out until it was time for Mr. Creepy Voice to have his way with me. I couldn’t even bring myself to worry about what was in store for myself with him. I could only handle one horrible event at a time and I was currently maxed out.
I was woken by Josef some time later. I immediately tried to get up from where I lay on my stomach, and sucked in a gasping breath from the plethora of pain splicing across my backside.
“Shh…” Josef stilled me with a hand to my upper back. He then touched my collar, which was still slightly damp from the shower. “You can take this off when you come to the room.” He wasn’t wearing his. I nodded. From now on I’d take it off immediately up entering the slave quarters.
He reached down and gently nudged my face up, then brought his lips to mine. I froze with surprise, first at the fact that he was kissing me, opening my mouth with his, and second that he was pushing something into my mouth with his tongue. Just as quickly as the kiss began it ended, leaving behind a pill. I only hesitated a second before discreetly working it to the back of my throat and swallowing it. I had no idea what it was, but I didn’t think Josef would try to hurt me or steer me wrong.
He left me, going to the closet. The three girls were over there, too, getting ready. My stomach spun and dropped. Tonight… That man with the deep voice who got off on me being beaten. Oh, God. I didn’t want him to touch me.
Was this really going to be my life? Day after day of being raped by strange men? And even worse than rape because I would be expected to pretend to enjoy it. What if he expected me to be all sultry, like kissing down his body and giving him an elaborate blow job? The very idea of being an active participant made me want to puke.
I sat up, but my butt hurt too much, so I stood. Everything was sore now, and my head pounded. Perla called me over. I’d fallen asleep with the towel around me, so I adjusted it and went across the room.
Mia was sitting at the vanity dressed in her dominatrix ensemble, shiny black boots coming up to her thighs. Her brown hair was coifed in a perfect bob and she was applying make-up to stage perfection. She looked dangerously sexy with darkened eyes, the only splashes of color being across her high cheekbones and full lips. She saw me in the mirror and nodded. I nodded back, kind of intimidated by her awesomeness.
Jin came out of the closet wearing a black corset top and black mini skirt. She looked me up and down with a smirk and then lifted her hair, saying to Josef, “Lace me.”
With deft fingers he made her tiny waist appear even tinier. She winced at the tightness, but said nothing. When he finished she grinned a seductive smile and thanked him. He nodded and went in the clothing room to get ready. Jin frowned when she saw my eyes follow him.
Ah. So that was it. Did they have something going on? Or was it just Jin who had feelings? I couldn’t imagine them being allowed to have something, seeing as how we slaves weren’t even allowed to masturbate. I guess they didn’t want us wasting any of our valuable sexuality. Blech.
Perla, completely naked, pulled the towel off me and I let out a small sound, covering myself.
“No.” She stood in front of me and put her hands on my wrists, slowly bringing them down. “Es beautiful, sí?” She ran the backs of her fingers from my collarbones down my chest and over my breasts, making my nipples pucker, then down my stomach. Mine looked so small compared to hers, and my tummy seemed too rounded next to her flat one. Perla bent, and to my horror stared right at my crotch, then ran her fingers over the small patch of hair there. I gasped and stepped back.
“Es no too long. Okay for tonight.”
Out of curiosity I looked down and saw that she was smooth and hairless. Perla took my wrist and pulled me into the closet. I had a crazy urge to laugh at her openness, but I didn’t. Had it really only been a few days ago that laughter felt appropriate and normal?