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“Yes, sir,” Rigo snapped. He pulled his fingers out, reached for a hose among the tubes and pipes crisscrossing the ceiling and twisted the nozzle. A stream of water poured onto my stomach and over the table. I heard it trickling down, gurgling as it disappeared into a drain in the floor. He moved it over my body, hosing me down with as much emotion as if he was washing a transport vehicle. Like someone had flipped a switch in his brain. Still, the water was warm and it took away the awful burning sting of the disinfectant.
Despite the circumstances, when he moved to the head of the table and ran the stream of water over my hair, I almost swooned. Water was scarce in the cave where we’d hidden, too precious to waste. I hadn’t had a real bath in months, let alone warm water to wash my hair.
Rigo must have read the expression on my face because his mood changed again. He became a gentle giant, like he’d been when he saw the picture in the locket. “You have pretty hair,” he crooned. He poured more water over my head, then shut off the nozzle.
I bit off a protest.
“Shhh,” Rigo whispered. “You’ll like this.”
He reached for a bottle on the tray, poured some liquid in the palm of his hand. Then he rubbed his hands together and started running his fingers through my hair. Massaging my scalp, working the liquid all the way to the tip of every strand.
It smelled metallic, like a chemical, but as far as I was concerned, it could have been the most expensive brand from the best salon on Earth. I’d never had anyone shampoo my hair so thoroughly, so sensuously.
The man may have been insane but at that moment he was kinder to me than anyone had been in a long time. I opened my eyes. “Thank you, Rigo,” I whispered back.
“I like touching your hair,” he murmured. “It’s been a long time since I felt something so soft.”
“Enough,” snapped the guard on my left. “Finish the cleansing.”
He pressed a button on a black wand clipped to his belt. Rigo jerked, and the spark of humanity I’d seen in his eyes vanished.
Chapter Eleven
Ree
Rigo turned off the flow of water and reached over his head for another hose. He pulled it down, took a long black nozzle from the cart by his side and screwed it into place. I cringed when he stepped back between my legs.
“Please...”
Before I could finish, he slid the nozzle into my pussy and flicked a switch overhead. A moment later, a jet of something thick and hot spurted out.
“Internal cleansing solution.” Rigo stared into my eyes as the liquid pumped in. His own eyes were cold. Dead. More terrifying than the manic glee I’d seen there earlier.
The thick fluid filled me rapidly. With my legs tilted up, it started pouring out between my thighs, running down the crack of my ass. It had a chemical smell, like the shampoo. When he saw that, Rigo turned off the flow and eased the nozzle out.
My sigh of relief was cut short when he spread apart my bottom cheeks with one hand and began twisting the tip of the nozzle into my ass.
“Nonono...”
Strapped down, unable to move, I shook my head violently from side to side. Rigo ignored me. I felt the blunt tip of the nozzle penetrate my tight sphincter, sliding in easily with the thick substance coating it. He kept going, working it deep inside. To my shame, a wicked thrill coursed through me.
When he turned on the flow, I couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped me. The hot fluid slowly bathed my rear channel. I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn’t have to look at Rigo’s face but that only made things worse. Without sight, I became intensely aware of my other senses. Wild sensations poured through me. Rigo’s fingers digging into my bottom cheeks as he spread me apart, the ragged breathing of the guards as they witnessed my debasement, even the faint current of cool air flowing across my swollen clit. After months of celibacy, getting fucked rough and hard by the alien had awakened dark desires in me. Rigo’s ministrations brought me right back to the edge. My hunger raged, desperate to be sated.
Instead of enjoying a frivolous girlhood, with time to explore my budding sexuality, I’d been trained as a rebel fighter who would one day take over the Insurrection. Taught to sacrifice my own needs and desires for the good of the Cause. Later, with my lover Dyllan, my sexual urges took a back seat to my duties, as did his. But now my body sizzled with a frantic need and my mind was reeling. How could I be turned on by forced exhibitionism and humiliation?
