Clean up time

Arryo was in a pretty good mood after the plane landed. He knew he was getting rid of two of the biggest thorns in his side where his **** business was concerned. He looked at his bodyguards. "Take these two naked sluts and hose them down. I want them clean for the sale. Make sure they look presentable. No clothes, just high heels."

The bodyguards roused the two sleeping cum encrusted beauties from their slumber. They fitted them with collars and chains. "Time to get cleaned up, sluts!" said the biggest one. "Your asses are going to be sold. We gotta make you look good. Personally, I think all of the cum all over you is good enough. American women usually sell very well here. You'll have new homes in no time."

Syd and Nancy said nothing. They just looked at the floor. What could either of them say? They were naked, humiliated, outnumbered and helpless. Nancy peeled her cum matted hair off of her forehead so she could see. She looked over at Syd. "I guess all we can hope for is that someone buys us as a set. If I have to live my life as a sex ****, I'd rather do it with you by my side."

Arryo laughed at the comment. "Well now, that's a good possibility. Salt and pepper do go together. But just so you know, there are a lot of sadistic people who would love the chance to own an ex-cop."

"We're still cops!" retorted Syd out of nowhere.

Arryo's smile faded. "I know we burned their clothes, but do we still have their badges?"

The biggest bodyguard smiled. He knew exactly what was up. He knew Arryo very well. "Yes, we still have their badges, sir."

Arryo had an evil gleam in his eye. "Good! Let them wear them. Pierce their nipples with them, after they get cleaned up. They will definitely sell well wearing them."

Nancy looked at Syd angrily. She shook her head and mumbled "Thanks."

"Having second thoughts about being a sex **** with your partner, McKenna?" Arryo crowed. "She does seem to get you into a lot of trouble. Perhaps you'd be better off with a different owner?"

Nancy said nothing. She looked at the floor.

"Let's move, ladies," said the biggest guard. He yanked on their chains and urged them forward. Once they left the plane they were taken to a hangar on the other side of the runway. Their chains were hooked to the wall, and they stood there while the guards went after a hose and cleaning supplies.

"Nancy, I'm sorry. I don't know how to handle this. I didn't mean to get us in any trouble."

Nancy looked at Syd. "Arryo would have thought of it any way. He hates cops, but he hates both of us even more. I still hope we end up together by some miracle of fate." She took Syd into her arms and pulled her close into a tight hug. Syd returned the hug as they both started sobbing into each other's shoulder. But a cold spray of water quickly separated them.

"Sorry to break up your little pity party, but it's clean up time, Now stand still so I can get you both nice and wet. Sal's bringing the soap." With that said, he sprayed Nancy down thoroughly. Then it was Syd's turn. Both women yelped at how cold the water was. When the big guard was satisfied that they were soaked, he stopped and let his partner Sal deliver the soap and shampoo. They both stood there watching as the women soaped themselves all over.

Once Syd and Nancy were done with the soap and shampoo, the big guard turned the hose on them for the rinse cycle. When there were no soap suds left, he turned off the hose.

The two women stood there shivering. They were finally given some towels which they gratefully took and dried themselves off with. The towels at least provided them with some warmth.

Sal pulled their badges out of his jacket pocket. "Well ladies, I guess you know what comes next. It's time to play pin the badge on the jackass."