Inside and out

When Smithers began to unlace the single glove that was securing Veronica's hands behind her back she had some vague notion about snapping herself free of her collar and escaping into the house to inform her daddy about Smithers' misdeeds. As unlikely as that hope was, it came crashing down when she discovered her freed arms were as limp as noodles after being constrained for so long. They hung lifelessly at her sides feeling of pins and needles. Smither's took each wrist in turn and secured it with a soft padded cuff, and then hooked the cuffs together in front of Veronica before lifting her unresponsive arms into the air and hooking the short chain between the cuffs to an overhead hook. Having done that he removed the collar from around her neck and left Veronica dangling, her toes barely touching the wooden flooring. As Veronica twisted and turned Smithers secured cuffs around her ankles and fastened each of these in turn to hooks on the ends of cables that he pulled out of the walls.

Smithers stepped away from the dangling girl and after inspecting her restraints to make sure nothing was tangled he flipped a switch on the side of the enclosure. With a whirring sound the cables secured to Veronica's limbs began to retract. Veronica let out a cry of protest as she was lifted a few inches into the air while her legs were pulled outward until she was spread eagle in the middle of the room. With her limbs pulled taunt by the cables Veronica was immobilized and unable to move.

"Let me go this instant!" Veronica demanded as she found her voice due to this latest indignity. She had never felt so ****, or exposed. She could feel cool air moving between her legs where the strain on her legs had caused her cunt to spread open, exposing her glistening inner pink flesh.

"Once you have been cleaned and properly serviced, bitch," Smithers said in a matter of fact tone. The most disquieting thing was he was not insulting her, but simply using bitch as a descriptive in the same manner as he had used Miss. on previous occasions. She felt a thrill of fear as Smithers calmly unbuttoning his jacket and stripping it off as and then rolling up his sleeves to reveal surprisingly muscular forearms. Simply by modifying his clothing he went from dignified butler to a thuggish general laborer, complete with a five-o'clock shadow darking his jaw. He had already proven to have no respect for her person, but now he looked the part as well.

"Ahhhhhh!" Veronica shrieked in surprise as she was inundated with a powerful stream of ice-cold water from her blind spot. Smithers ignored her cries as he used the hose he had unhooked from the wall to thoroughly soak her body, including between her legs. Her hair had already been a disaster but now it hung lank and limp down her back and around her face.

Setting aside the hose and taking a large squeeze bottle from the shelf Smithers squirted a good handful of liquid shampoo into his hands and began to work it into Veronica's tangled tresses.

Veronica flinched and closed her eyes, but then her small nose twitched and she cried out in protest. "No! Not generic!" She ended up sputtering and spitting as the foul tasting substance ended up in her mouth, until Smithers jammed a large ball gag between her jaws to fully silence her. After that she fumed in silence as Smithers abused her scalp with the cheap off the shelf hair cleanser. His thick fingers dug deep into her scalp and lathered her up good before rinsing her clean with cold water and repeating. After working some equally cheap conditioner into her hair Smithers moved onto the rest of her body.

Using a long handled scrub brush Smithers soaped up Veronica's body making sure to scour every inch of her skin, again not neglecting the area between her legs. Veronica let out a muffled cry as the course bristled abused her delicate twat and tender breasts. Finishing his scouring Smithers rinsed Veronica clean, leaving her reddened skin exposed as she shivered as the water evaporated. Secured and treated like an animal, how could her day get any worse, Veronica wondered ass he hung woe-begone in her bonds. She found out when Smithers slipped a lubricated forefinger up her tight ass.

Veronica shrieked into her gag while trying to bow her body away from this latest indignity. Smithers ignored her as he worked his finger in and out of her ass while twisting it in a circle. But this was only the preliminaries as Veronica discovered when he removed his finger and replaced it with a long smooth nozzle that pushed deep into her colon. She let out an inarticulate cry as a mixture of water and salts flooded into her bowels.

All the toilets in the house were equipped with a deep cleansing bidet so Veronica was well used to having her bowels flushed out. But those bidet only injected a small amount of water, just enough to help her fully evacuate her bowels. Smithers did not restrict himself to that. A veritable flood of water filled Veronica, causing her stomach to cramp, and her belly to swell slightly as a full half gallon of water was injected into her bowels. The physical strain was incredible, but the mental torment was only getting started Veronica realized when Smithers placed a large flat pan under her spread legs. She wasn't even going to be offered the dignity of expelling the contents of her belly in private. But she had ****. She tried, but in the end there was no way she could possibly stop herself from purging the load from her bottom with a loud splattering splash that echoed off the walls. Utter shame caused her already red skin to flush even darker as Smithers purged her bowels a half dozen times making sure she was as clean on the inside as she was on the outside.

Once Smithers was done Veronica hung limp in her bonds not even responding when Smithers used a large comb to remove all the tangles in her hair and leaving it hanging straight and shiny down her back. Her life was over, she never be able to look Smithers in the face again. There was nothing more he could do to her that would be worse than what he had already done.