Clean up time

The roar of the crowd fades into the distance as I scoop up Ellie's trembling form from the locker room floor, her body slick with sweat and the mingled loads of the jocks who'd just used her like their personal fucktoy. She's a mess—cum streaking her thighs, her pussy and ass gaping from the relentless pounding of cocks in every hole. But she's mine, this obedient teen ****, and it's time to clean her up before the next round of fun.

I carry her down the dimly lit hallway to the shower room, her slight weight nothing in my arms. As we move, I feel the warm trickle of semen leaking from her stretched asshole, dribbling down her inner thigh in lazy rivulets. She whimpers softly, her legs parting instinctively, but she doesn't protest. Good girl.

The shower room door creaks open, revealing the stark, utilitarian space: tiled walls echoing with the drip of water, and in the center, that cold metal table, bolted to the floor like something out of a butcher's shop. It's seen plenty of 'processing' before—Ellie included. She knows the drill without a word from me. Her eyes flick to the table, and she slides from my grasp, crawling onto it on all fours. Her knees and palms press against the icy surface, making her shiver, her perky tits swaying beneath her as she arches her back, presenting herself like the perfect pet she is. Ass up, head down, holes exposed and waiting.

I turn on the hose, the spray hissing to life with lukewarm water that quickly turns soapy under the industrial cleaner I squirt over her skin. Starting at her shoulders, I work the lather down her back, my hands gliding over her smooth, youthful curves. She's still flushed from the gangbang, bruises blooming on her hips where the jocks gripped her too hard. I rinse her hair first, fingers combing through the tangled strands, then move to her arms, lifting each one to scrub away the grime.

As I reach her chest, I cup her tits, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. They're sensitive, swollen from all the rough handling earlier, and she gasps as I pinch them lightly, rolling the pink buds between my fingers. 'Stay still,' I murmur, though she doesn't need telling. My hands slide lower, soaping her flat belly, then between her legs. Her pussy lips are puffy, red from the ****, and I part them gently, letting the suds wash away the sticky remnants of cum. Two fingers slip inside her easily—she's so loose right now—stirring the warmth within, feeling her walls clench weakly around me. She moans, pushing back a little, but I pull out and move to her ass.

Her cheeks spread under my palms, and I hose directly into the gape, watching fresh cum flush out in cloudy streams down the table's edge. My index finger probes the ring of muscle, still slack and inviting, dipping in knuckle-deep to scoop out the excess. Ellie bites her lip, her body quivering on the cold metal, but she holds position like a champ.

The sight of her like this—naked, soapy, bent over and dripping—stirs my cock back to attention. It's been a while since I got my turn uninterrupted, and the ache builds fast. I set the hose aside and unzip my trousers, fishing out my thickening shaft. It's already half-hard, veins pulsing as I stroke it once, twice, facing her directly. Ellie's eyes lift to meet mine, then drop to my cock, understanding dawning.

'Do I need to tell you what to do?' I say, voice low and commanding.

'No, I know what you want, Master,' she replies softly, her voice hoarse from all the throat-fucking earlier. She lowers her head further, mouth parting in anticipation.

My hand tangles in her wet hair, guiding her forward as I step closer. The tip of my cock brushes her lips, and she opens wide, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit. I feed it in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her warm mouth envelop me. She's eager but unhurried, just like I prefer—sucking gently at first, her lips sealing around the base as she takes me deeper. Her cheeks hollow with the effort, and I start bobbing her head, controlling the pace, thrusting shallowly into her throat.

The slow blowjob builds tension, her saliva mixing with the soap suds on her skin, dripping down her chin. I watch her tits bounce with each motion, nipples grazing the table's edge. She hums around my length, the vibration sending jolts up my spine, and I tighten my grip, fucking her face a bit harder now. Her gag reflex kicks in softly, but she powers through, eyes watering as she swallows me down.

It doesn't take long—the buildup from watching her get railed has me on edge. My balls tighten, and with a grunt, I hold her head flush against me, cock pulsing as I unload straight into her throat. Thick ropes of cum flood her mouth, and she gulps it down greedily, not spilling a drop. I pull out slowly, watching her lick her lips clean, a satisfied gleam in her eyes.

'Good pet,' I say, patting her cheek before grabbing the hose again. The water rinses the soap from her body in steady streams, leaving her skin glistening and fresh. She's ready for whatever comes next—clean, obedient, and utterly mine.