by Alta Hensley
He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he was satisfied. He then took the removable showerhead off the base and pulled the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He kept it face down and motioned for me to get into the bathtub.
I stepped into the tub feeling a sense of mortification. How I wished I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I had never done so before. All the men I had ever been with before just got what they got. I didn’t care or even give it a thought. But with Roman and Gage, and even The Iron Colt Brotherhood who I knew were watching my humiliation, it filled me with so much shame that I wasn’t presented better. It gave them the upper hand. Roman had managed to make me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty kitty as he so liked to call me. I was his dirty girl, and yet, the thought of that made my tummy flip in anticipation of what that would mean, and how he would try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I whispered as Roman directed the stream of water between my legs.
“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”
I did as he asked while he reached for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. Gage was repositioning the camera so he could get a better shot of my widespread pussy. And though maybe I should have been embarrassed that my sex was on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I felt was that I had disappointed Roman, and for some odd reason, I hated that fact. I was hairy, and I wanted to be rid of it as quickly as possible.
Roman squirted a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swiped the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watched him as he expertly angled the razor and as he used his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he could get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watched as my pussy became hair free, and I could actually see what the most intimate and secret part of my body truly looked like. It was odd to see a body part of mine I hadn’t really seen before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really didn’t know what my pussy looked like completely bare until Roman grabbed the showerhead and once again directed it at my spread legs.
I couldn’t help but gasp and release a tiny moan when the pressure from the water made contact with my highly sensitive clit that was so needy for attention. It took everything I had not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figured such an act would land me back over Roman’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls were supposed to act.
My gasp and moan, however, made Roman smile. “My kitty likes her shower time.” He kept the water where it was, watching as the flowing streams of water were building my pleasure.
“Yes, Master,” I moaned as I could feel the orgasm nearing.
“But,” he said as he shut the shower off, “bath time is not fully over yet. Although I will give you another diamond for remaining so still.”
He reached for my hand and helped me out of the bathtub. I groaned in disappointment, and my head felt a little light from getting up so quickly. My bare pussy screamed in protest with the need for completion, but there was nothing I could do. I was at my Master’s mercy.
“Dry her off while I get a new angle,” Gage said as he lifted the camera that was on a tripod to a different spot in the bathroom. “The Iron Colt Brotherhood will want to see every bit of the enema clearly.”
“Enema?” I asked as Roman wrapped a pink fluffy towel around my body.
“Yes, Cheri. Bath time is to get all parts of your body clean. My guess is that you have never had one,” Roman said as he reached under the sink and pulled out what looked like a large deflated rubber whoopee cushion and some plastic tubing.
“No, I haven’t.”
Roman looked over his shoulder with a stern look and Gage came up from behind and swatted me hard on the butt. Luckily, my towel helped block some of the sting, but it still had me yelping.
“No, what?” Roman asked, warning lacing his words.
“No… no, Master. I have never had an enema before.” I didn’t want one. Unlike the idea of a spanking, this did not give me butterflies in my tummy. This didn’t look like it would be worth any diamonds at all.
“Which is exactly why you are going to receive one,” Gage said as he walked back toward the camera. “You need to be nice and clean for any anal discipline.”
“But I…” I looked at Roman and felt panic as I stood there trying to process what was going to happen. I really had no idea what an enema felt like, what it would do, or if I would truly hate it.
“Now, now, Cheri,” Roman said and placed the enema tools on the floor. He stood up and smiled, offering a look of kindness, which did help… a little. Very lightly, he placed his palm on my tightly closed fist that clasped my towel securely around me.
“Let go of the towel,” he commanded softly, which I didn’t hesitate in doing.
He spread the towel on the tiled floor and looked at Gage, who nodded that he was ready to continue with the video.
Roman squatted and patted the fluffy pink fabric. “Kneel down on the towel and get on all fours.”
I glanced at the camera and could see that the red light was on. For a split second, I thought about running. All I had to do was grab my clothes and be out the door and into freedom. I could leave. I could flee this house and never look back. I didn’t have to marry Roman. Was this worth it?
Make wise choices, the words of my mother rang in my ears.
Yes, running wasn’t wise.
I knew they would catch me, and the punishment… would be severe. Roman had already warned me that the minute I agreed to the initiation, there was no turning back. They would never allow it.
Not wanting Roman to have to repeat himself, I did as he asked and got on all fours, my ass facing the camera. Roman patted my behind, reminding me of the spanking I had just received. I wondered if it was red or bruised. I was sure The Iron Colt Brotherhood, who was watching this video, enjoyed seeing the signs that I had just been spanked. They probably wished I was bleeding while lash after lash scarred my creamy flesh.
I assumed they all were sick bastards in some way. They had a manor full of screaming, crying, and moaning women, after all.
“You are such a good girl,” Roman praised. “Your Master is going to take all the bad away from your body. Every single toxin left inside. You just have to endure for a short time, and I will give you two diamonds for good behavior.”
I could see him pull the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the snap of a bottle, some shuffling around, and the feel of a wet nozzle touching my anus.
“Okay, I’m going to put this tube in this tiny little hole of yours. It will sting as it stretches you, but I want you to be a good girl and not give me any tears. Take it up the ass without a fight, and just know it won’t be the last thing spreading your hole wide.”
As the tube entered inside of me, I gasped at the foreign sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it felt odd having something inserted in a place so… private. As it entered all the way inside, Roman spread my legs wider and then pressed down on my back, forcing the front half of me to lie flat on the floor. My breasts pressed firmly against the terrycloth, and my butt high on display caused my face to burn in humiliation. I could feel the cool air of the room on my stretched anus and along my bare pussy. I knew that there wasn’t a part of my privates not on full display for the camera.
“I’m going to start filling your ass with the water. I’m feeling merciful so I will go nice and slow, but you are going to have to take deep breaths and just allow the pressure to build.”
I could actually feel the minute the water started entering me. There was a moment of panic as I worried I would have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost felt as if I had to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he spoke of set in. My belly expanded and cramping attacked my lower region.
“I need to go to the bathroom now!” I would be
mortified if I had a bowel movement by accident—especially on camera—but that was what my body was threatening to do if I didn’t run to the toilet that sat off in the corner in its small little compartment of a room.
“No. You have to take it all before you are allowed up.” Roman held the nozzle firmly in my hole, and placed his palm over the small of my back to remind me to stay in position.
“I can’t,” I moaned. “Please. You don’t understand.” I didn’t want to tell them that I had to go bad, but I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Cheri,” Roman warned. “Listen to me.”
The cramping intensified, and I felt as if I would explode at any second. Sweat coated my skin. “Master! I…” I clenched my anus as tight as I could to hold it back. The action only reminded me that something foreign was inside of me. “I can’t,” I whined.
“Do you want me to distract you?” he asked.
I nodded and just whimpered in response.
Roman reached around and gently massaged my extended belly, which did seem to relieve some of the pressure. When my whimpers stopped, he sat back and ran his fingers down the seam of my ass, circling the nozzle, massaging the stretched flesh of my invaded anus. His fingers then left the taboo spot and dipped down to my sex. When he touched me, I realized I was dripping wet.
“Ahhh, my dirty princess is all nice and wet. Dirty, dirty girl.” He ran his fingertip around my clit and then dipped down to the folds of my pussy, collecting my juices, and then back to my clit for more delicious ministrations.
The one thing I had to admit as I moaned in both agony and pleasure was Roman had successfully managed to help me relax enough to take all the water. I wasn’t comfortable, but at least I wasn’t in a panic that I would expel waste all over the place while Gage filmed it.
“Now that’s a good girl,” Roman praised as he stopped playing with my clit and patted my butt cheek. “You took all the water. Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes…” I moaned. A sharp slap to my ass had me quickly saying, “Yes, Master.”
Would they make me use the toilet on camera as well? I didn’t want to, but at this stage, I didn’t care what it would take to be able to relieve the immense pressure. The control it took to hold it all in made my legs quiver.
“All right, Cheri. I’m going to pull out this tube. When I do, you are going to have to work extra hard to hold it all in. It’s going to feel like you have no choice but to release. But if you do, a severe consequence will follow. So, you need to be a good girl, and get up and run to the toilet.”
I nodded and moaned loudly as waves of cramps attacked, one after another.
“You can close the door for privacy since you have been such a good girl. I will be waiting in your bedroom. Meet me in there when you are finished. Welcome to the manor. You have a long way to go but you just earned yourself three more diamonds.”
He patted my behind softly before he very slowly eased the nozzle from my puckered hole. He was correct when he said it felt like I would go right then and there. I cried out in fear of having an accident in front of them. Clenching tightly, which only made the pulling of the tube out more uncomfortable, I somehow managed to run to the small room that only held a toilet and closed the door behind me.
Was this all worth the amount of diamonds actually earned?
How much more of this could I endure?
How long would this take? How many days to earn these diamonds?
Diamonds were owed, and I clearly would be paying in the most wicked ways imaginable. My sinful sentence had begun. I was now a resident of the manor, and my initiation was far from over.
Chapter Fourteen
Cheri
When I entered my assigned room, Roman was standing by the window with his back toward me. He seemed lost in thought, and I wondered if he had even heard me enter. I took a few more steps inside, unsure what I should do next.
“You did good in there,” he said, still not turning around. “The Iron Colt Brotherhood should be satisfied with what happened, and not feel like you will need to be broken and assigned to someone else besides me.”
I held my hands in front of my bare mound and had never felt so exposed before in my life. I noticed that there were cameras in the corners of my room, but they were not nearly as invasive as having Gage standing only a few feet away zooming in and out with a camera in order to get every close-up angle he could. The thought of what must have been captured and sent to The Iron Colt Brotherhood made me ill. I knew this ancient society was fucked up, but I had no idea just how much until now.
Roman turned around and stared at me, examining my nudity as if he was making sure I was ‘dressed’ properly for this twisted party of which I was a forced guest. The cool air of the room mixing with the cold stare of Roman had my nipples hardening and shivers running up my spine.
Roman approached me, took hold of my hair once again, and led me to the edge of the bed. I wondered if that was the only way I would ever walk again—guided by Roman’s fist holding my hair at the scalp.
He lowered me to the bed and released my hair. He took a few steps back and crossed his arms against his chest. “So, let’s get a couple of rules out of the way. You will remain in this room unless you are escorted out by me. There is a bathroom in here, and all food will be delivered here unless I choose to bring you to the dining room. You will remain naked from this point on. Get used to having your body belong to me. I will come here when I feel like it. It could be several times a day, or not at all. You will not question what I ask. You will not resist me in any way.” He looked toward the window. “You can try to escape, but won’t get far. Cameras are everywhere and we will catch you. You have the opportunity to walk out of here with your life if you understand and follow these rules. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Do you have any questions?”
For the first time since arriving at the manor and seeing Roman here within these walls, he seemed to soften some. His eyes were less severe and his jaw was no longer firm. I believed he truly was giving me the opportunity to ask whatever I wanted without penalty.
Drumming up some courage, I asked, “How many women are here? You didn’t tell me there would be others.”
“Depends. There are several members getting ready to marry currently,” he answered. “You and I aren’t the only bride and groom getting married.”
I paused and wondered how far I could go with the questions. I didn’t want to push too far in fear of what the consequences would be. I knew they were watching, and though I wasn’t scared of Roman, I was scared of what they would make Roman do. My hesitation must have been obvious on my face because Roman added, “Ask your questions now if you have them.”
“What will you do to me? To earn these diamonds.”
“Whatever I want.”
“Will you fuck me in front of the cameras? In front of them?”
Roman smiled, closed the distance between us, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. He took hold of my nipple and pinched. It hurt but not unbearably so. I gasped at the uninvited touch, but didn’t try to pull away.
“Would you like that, dirty girl? For me to fuck you while others watch?”
“No,” I said in not much more than a whisper.
“You lie, Cheri. I can smell your desire. I can hear the way you breathe around me. Unlike the other women forced to earn their diamonds, you seemed to enjoy what happened in the bathroom. It was far from a punishment. It was as if everything was so natural for you. It fit you. It fit you like a fucking glove. You liked that you had an audience viewing just how dirty you are.”
He pinched my nipple harder as I shook my head to try to deny the fact that, yes, my body had responded in a shocking way.
No. He was wrong.
Fuck. Was he wrong?
His smile grew as his dark eyes narrowed. “Which I’m going to enjoy. I’m going to have a good time finding an actual punishment for you. I may h
ave to get creative.”
I pressed my thighs together to try to hide the fact that his words and biting hold of my nipple made me wet.
“Why do you all do this?” I asked. My words came out on a gasp, so I wondered if they were even clear enough to be heard. I had already asked this question, but maybe if I kept asking it, someone would finally answer and make sense out of it all.
“Old, royal blood runs deep, I guess you could say. Ultimate power and the thirst for domination never goes away,” he said in a deep and solemn voice.
His hand left my nipple, which oddly my body seemed to miss. But my longing for his touch didn’t last long because he lowered his hand between my legs and pressed past the silky folds.
I couldn’t hold back the whimper and closed my eyes in shame.
People were watching…
“Why are you wet, Cheri? Is it my words, the thought of what’s still to come, or simply the pain from my hand?”
He ran his fingertip along the wetness, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control my breathing or the little noises of betrayal that escaped my dry lips. Just as quickly as Roman had touched my pussy, he removed his hand and took hold of my hair at the scalp again.
He yanked hard on my hair.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Not yet, dirty girl. Not yet.” He tugged harder, forcing my head back, exposing my neck as a vampire would do before feasting on his prey’s blood.
I whimpered not really out of pain but out of anticipation. My body sizzled in need, and my very core screamed for more. Every word, every touch, every single thing about Roman set my body aflame—all while viewers watched it all. I was an animal in a zoo.
An animal.
I should be screaming. I should be fighting. I should be resisting this nightmare the best I could. Instead, I welcomed it. No… I fucking craved it. I was broken. I was shattered into a million pieces and needed Roman to fix me. I needed the fix. I needed my Prince. No matter how dark he was forced to be with me.
