To Bed

Hands lifted her. Lois was dead weight. Every part of hr hurt. Cum dripped from every orifice. She could taste it in her mouth, could feel it in her hair, drying to a filthy crust on her body. So tired, yet her mind would not relax, trying to track the direction and distance to where they were taking her, to figure out how many were holding her...at least four...

Water.

Hot water from above, not a single spray, but a dozen little jets. Some kind of hose with a shower attachment. the rough feel of a natural sponge scraping away at the half-congealed jizz covering her body. Fingers rubbing at her scalp, working a shampoo in there, cleaning out the clotted globs of dried cum. Lavender. Lois could smell lavender.

It was like being a child again. Lois could hardly move, and the hands on her were dedicated, intrusive. Scraping between her legs and over her asshole with intrusive strokes. No words, no talking. Had they done this before, or were they simply used to this? The reporter imagined cultists recruited from dog groomers, used to dealing with recalcitrant animals.

She opened one eye. Saw the safety razor distend. Felt the kiss against her pubis, slicing away the little patch of pubic hair down there. Three, four swipes. Then some stinging solution was rubbed in there, some kind of medicated aftershave. Lois smelled **** and camphor. Not her usual.

The water went off.

They propped her on a stool to dry her off. One of them wielded the blowdryer, the others were using towels. Nice, fluffy towels. Pat pat pat, maybe a little bit of lingering over her breasts, hands squeezing them through the towel.

A brush through the half-damp hair. Bare hands on her body now, rubbing some kind of cream or moisturizer into her skin. Definitely lingering as they rubbed into her breasts—small, thin hands, maybe those of a woman?—and over her legs, her feet. Working their way up and down, as though in a race. Converging on her crotch, legs open to give them access to her fresh-shaved pussy, over her fresh-fucked asshole. Despite everything, Lois could feel her body respond, nipples hardening.

Lifted her up again. She struggled to open her eyes. Different kind of corridor. Brick giving way to stone. Where were they taking her?

She remembered, the moment before her body hit the silk sheets.

They had brought her to bed.