Chapter 43
Master Evan did make a point to remind me this had already happened once. It was humiliating, but I complied without too much whining. I didn’t want to be bound outside again.
Master Evan pulled me to lay over him on a bench I hadn’t noticed before in the bathroom as the other men came in doing their morning routine. With my ass in the air on his lap he inserted something into it. I tried to wiggle a Little and he ignored me. Warm fluid was slowly poured into me. It felt weird, but not horribly unpleasant. It was the exposed position that had me more bothered than anything.
Master Evan removed the plug he had used to pour the Liquid into me and stood me up. Now I felt full and uncomfortable. I had to go.
“The saleswoman said we should let the mixture sit for a little while.
I will wash your hair while it does that,” he said pulling me into the shower.
“Master Evan,” I complained softly, “it’s not comfortable. May I please use the pot?”
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He towered over me and I lost the urge to go almost instantaneously.
“We were told humans would need explanations and constant reminders, but you are unbelievable, Ciara. Go into the shower and I will wash your hair, you do enjoy having it don’t you?”
“My hair, Master Evan?” I asked grabbing it and pulling it over my shoulder. “Yes, sir. I really enjoy having my hair,” I stroked a handful of it as he approached me.
“We Let you keep it because we wanted you to be happy. If you cannot be agreeable we will have it removed,” he said turning on the water and starting to soap my hair.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
“You don’t like hair?” I mumbled as he washed my locks.
They all had hair. I couldn’t figure out what they had against my hair.
“We Like our slaves with as Little hair as possible. Human slaves seem to be happier when they are allowed to keep theirs. We spoke to the other Warriors about it. Leaving you with yours seemed a small price to pay overall,” he said rinsing me.
My belly was howling it’s need again, but I stood quietly shifting foot to foot. When he was done washing my hair he wrapped it in a cloth a patted the rest of me dry. I was hovering over the pot as soon as he pointed to it.
Remembering my experience with Christof, I faced the wall. It was embarrassing to go with someone watching. I just hummed under my breath and pretended I was alone.
Master Evan soaped and washed me in the shower after I had gone. Once he was done he asked me to Lay back across his lap on the Little bench.
I did as he said, but wondered why. Was he gong to give me another enema?
I felt the oil being rubbed over my pucker and I tried not to flinch. I felt a finger enter me, slowly moving in and out. The stretch got greater and it felt like he was using two fingers. I moaned at the sensations and buried my face against the bench.
Master Evan continued to softly assault me with his hands before slipping something else in my ass. Whatever he used this time was thin like a finger initially and then got wider. I felt stretched to my limit when it narrowed slightly. Master Evan left whatever it was inside of me and stroked my ass with both hands. I felt stretched, but not painful.
“Get up, Ciara,” he said.
Standing up I wiggled a Little and got used to the thing in my ass. I tried to reach my hand around to touch it, but a sharp look halted me.
I would have asked about it, but I stopped myself. I didn’t want my question be construed as a complaint, which is how it would have sounded.
After Master Evan washed his hands, he looked pointedly at me and played with my hair. He gave me the answer I needed without saying a word, no questions about the plug.