Shameful Reckonings by S. J. Lewis Page B

such as it was, was interrupted by the sound of someone opening her cell door. Gia roused herself just enough to see who it was. When she did, her heart sank. It was the bald-headed man who had done all those things to her with the vibrator.
    “Up, bitch,” he said jovially. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up onto her knees. “It’s your turn to make me feel good.” He slapped her lightly. “Get that mouth open.”
    Gia groaned and obeyed. He kept her waiting while he unbuckled his belt one-handed and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants down, and then his boxers. He was already hard. He wasn’t especially long, but he seemed exceptionally thick. When he crammed his cock into her mouth, Gia felt as if she was going to be suffocated for a moment. He began fucking her mouth vigorously, not caring about Gia’s whines and moans and muffled shrieks.
    She didn’t know how long they kept her in the cage. She kept dozing off between attackers, and the attackers kept coming. She quit counting them after she reached five. By then, both she and the mat were covered in cum and saliva. None of her attackers had made her swallow, but that was a small mercy at best. Finally, they stopped coming, and Gia drifted off into a fitful sleep. Once again, she wished she could die.
    ***
    “Up, little Gia.” The mild words were followed by a stinging slap across her thigh. Gia jerked and yelped. Still only half awake, she struggled wearily up onto her knees and opened her poor, bruised mouth for the latest cock. Blinking, she just barely recognized her trainer. Was he ready for her again?
    “Just can’t get enough, hey?” he laughed. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit for more cock. Come on, love.” He reached down and pulled her, complaining, to her feet. Gia swayed. She felt weak and dizzy. She wished that her hands were free so that she could use them to support herself against the wall.
    “This way,” her trainer said. He took her by her arm and led her out of the cell. She staggered and stumbled along, wondering what fresh hell she was going to have to endure now.
    To her surprise, her trainer led her off in a new direction. They passed more cages, large ones. Most of them were empty, but two seemed to be packed full of naked women in all sizes and colors who called out desperately in a babble of languages as they passed by. Some of them reached out between the bars. Gia shied away from them.
    Her trainer brought her to what looked like a smaller communal shower, removed the cuffs from her hands, and told her to clean herself up. She obeyed, though she didn’t think that she would ever feel truly clean again. At least this time she was able to shower alone… except for her trainer, who stood there watching her as she soaped and rinsed. There were no bidets here, so Gia gritted her teeth and used her hands. She had her back to him at that point, but she could feel her trainer’s eyes crawling all over her anyway.
    This shower at least had some shampoo available. Gia used it lavishly. She had no idea how much gunk had gotten into her hair, and she really didn’t want to think about it. She lathered and rinsed twice. The shampoo had a faint scent to it, something like flowers.
    “That’s enough,” her trainer called out at last. Dripping, Gia turned off the shower and started to wring out her hair. To her surprise, her trainer tossed her a blue towel. It wasn’t particularly thick or fluffy. It looked as if it had seen a lot of use. But at least it seemed clean. She dried herself off with it gratefully. Then her trainer gave her another towel, a white one, for her hair. She handed him back the blue one.
    “Just wrap your hair up in that one,” her trainer said, pointing to the white towel. And then come along with me. You’ve been upgraded, little Gia.” He smiled.
    Upgraded? What the hell could that mean? Gia made a turban out of the towel. She felt much better now – physically at least –