Cleanup

Week 1, Monday, 12:02pm

Carrie steps out to the side of the house but there's nothing between her and the street except for a decorative low fence and a few tall trees that don't offer ground cover at all. The house is huge, is set back far from the road, and Troy's neighbors are far set back away from the house, but Carrie still understands that any cars that DO pass by are going to get an eyeful.

Troy doesn't seem concerned.

"Turn around." Troy walks her backward off of the concrete walk and pushes her to her knees in the dirt. He's still holding his shorts.

"Clean this up for me." Troy shoves his penis into her mouth.

Carrie meekly does as she's told. She sucks on the head of his cock, pulling out a little leftover cum. She can't easily get the whole thing in her mouth, even now, so when she's done polishing the head she takes it out of her mouth and licks it up and down all over its circumference. He tastes like a mixture of sweat, semen, and pussy.

When Troy is satisfied with that, he grabs the top of her head carefully with the tips of his fingers, twisting his mouth slightly in disgust at the mess on her body. He moves her head around his crotch, using her tongue to clean the creases of his thighs and the skin just above his pubic hair. When he's satisfied that she's ingested as much of their bodily fluids off of his body as she practically can, he gestures to her to stand up as he pulls on his shorts.

"Go put your hands against that tree there. Bend over."

Carrie doesn't think about her situation. She does as she's told. She'll stand here all day if he asks, letting the neighborhood gawk at her.

That isn't Troy's plan, however. Carrie hears a few squeaks and then a liquid sound. Immediately thereafter, she feels a high-pressure spray of water hit her back.

"Oof!"

It's COLD, and Troy isn't being gentle. He scours her back, her thighs, and her legs. Afterward, he walks up behind her and uses his foot to kick her legs apart. He sprays the back of her head before taking a few steps back and...

"OOOOWWW!"

Carrie draws her arms to her chest involuntarily and falls forward until her head rests against the tree. Troy is scouring her pussy from behind. He's not spraying pressured water IN her (thank God, she thought, most guys don't know how dangerous that is!) but he's certainly being thorough about getting the water around and just between her pussy lips. He finishes there and aims a little higher. Carrie squeals again and feels water enter her puckered asshole. Troy holds the hose on her there for several seconds and Carrie feels the water accumulate inside her.

"Turn around. Stand up. Arms above your head. Legs spread. Close your eyes."

Carrie does so. Immediately, the hose rakes across her forearms and works its way downward, crossing over her face and heading down her chest. She whimpers as the stream of water rakes her abused tit (did he leave it there for a moment? Ouch.) and relaxes as it moves down to her abdomen.

Carrie suddenly panics.

"NO!" Too late. Troy directs the stream of water directly onto the skin covering her clit and Carrie screams in pain. She falls to the ground, crying, holding her legs together. "Nooooooo!"

Troy immediately lets go of the trigger of the sprayer and stands over her.

"Quiet down. Get up, now."

"No, please, no...."

Troy grabs her by the hair and lifts her up with one arm.

"Up! Come on, I need to get this done." He kicks her legs apart roughly again and pushes her back against the tree. He looks right into her eyes as he backs up and gestures. Carrie raises her arms above her head again and closes her eyes, steeling herself.

The water rakes down her body again, now washing off dirt, leaves, and mud, and Carrie cries out again as the water batters her clit. Troy mercilessly leaves the pressure there for a half a minute and Carrie openly cries from the pain.

Troy finishes with her legs, then has her turn around and cleans her backside again. Carrie winces as she takes a second involuntary enema.

Troy drops the sprayer and walks over to the side of the house to turn off the water. Carrie stands where she has been placed, shivering and whimpering, dripping wet.

"All right, let's get inside."

Troy moves her neck into the mudroom and poses her in several lewd positions, exposing every **** part of her body, ignoring the water dripping onto the tiled floor. He even has her open her mouth and takes several pictures from a dick's eye view of her throat. When he's satisfied, he positions her in the middle of the mudroom in a sort of T-pose with her legs slightly parted.

He walks out of the room. Several minutes later, she feels the air conditioning kick on. He leaves her there to air dry for several hours while he showers, shares the photos and the last few videos to Archie, and organizes his affairs at work for the rest of the week.

Carrie hears the shower run above her several minutes after Troy leaves her standing in the mud room. She knows there must be a bathroom in the master bedroom, so she's certain he uses this one to make certain her ears pick up on the cruel irony that he would immediately take a shower after turning the hose on her.

She breaks her pose and moves a hand down between her legs and begins rubbing her clit gently, wincing but not stopping. She's much wetter there than anywhere else on her body.