Evaluated and irrigated

Nikki felt her arms stretched up above her head, her body taught. A trainer she didn’t know had strung her up, wrists cuffed, the chain between them held up by a cable that ran across the room. He had adjusted the length of the chain so that she had to get up on the balls of her feet to take the pressure off her shoulder joints. It made her breasts jut out, her back arched.

Now he was pushing her forward, making her take her place at the end of a row of naked slaves. There had to be 25 on line already. She was behind a girl she’d ever seen before. The girl was a little shorter than Nikki, but her chain was a little longer, so she too was stretched “just so” – and Nikki could see that she too was covered in her own partially dried urine. The girl’s hair was matted and stuck up in every direction. She was shivering in the cool air.

The trainer pushed Nikki all the way forward, pushing the girl into the boy in front of her, and getting rid of all the space between them. Nikki’s breasts were pressed into the girl’s upper back, the girl’s ass into Nikki’s upper thighs and crotch. Nikki’s nostrils were filled with the scent of dried urine from the girl’s hair.

Then she felt the trainer’s hands on her again, this time pressing a boy into her back. He wasn’t much taller than her, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. And she could feel his cock, hard and getting harder as the trainer pressed them together. At least it was warm.

This was clever. They were all in line. Efficiently contained. And incredibly aware of their nakedness, their helplessness. They couldn’t move forward or back because the other slaves were there, and couldn’t move side to side because the chains were too short. They were trapped, yet could easily be moved by the trainers.

In fact, Nikki could sense movement in the chain of slaves. The sound of the chains scraping along the cable. Small slaps as slaves were encouraged to move forward by a smack on the haunches. The line was moving ahead. It was like they were on some kind of strange ski lift or some weird ropes course where they were going to slide across a gorge by their hands, but they were just being moved from the dormitory room someplace else.

Nikki didn’t know where they were going, but she sure hoped that it would involve getting clean and smelling better. They must have waited until every single slave had lost control of his or her bladder. That was probably part of the process, part of the experience they were intended to have. But yuck! It certainly smelled gross.

She could see slightly ahead. There was some kind of doorway, the slaves were being taken through one at a time. She was still 15 or so before the front slave, and they were advancing slowly. A couple of minutes each slave, at a minimum. Nikki was hungry and thirsty, her mouth parched, her stomach felt like a knot. The stench wasn’t helping. And the position wasn’t exactly comfortable.

The boy behind her was getting annoying. He was close. So close, she could feel the hair on his chest rubbing into her back. She could feel his thighs behind hers. Mostly she could feel his cock. He was pushing it against her ass, rubbing, sliding. She could feel that he was oozing precum, and he was trying to get some kind of purchase, trying to find a way to get into her without being able to use his hands. Not easy.

He was pushing, pushing,, pushing. His body building a rhythm. He was getting more and more into it, she could feel it. She could feel her own body responding. Amazing. Even covered in urine, cold, humiliated, and afraid of what would happen next, she was still responding.

What a slut she was. She felt a wave of shame. Her sexuality so raw, so uncontrollable. But then she remembered who and what she was. This was why she was here. A point of pride, not shame. Her sexuality was valuable and prized in this context. She was a slut, yes. A hot, wet, whore. But that wasn’t bad at all. It only enhanced her value.

She relaxed into it. Pushed back into his thrusts. Felt him stretch his arms to their limit so he could get down below her and slide his cock between her thighs. She spread her legs. Felt him sigh as he pushed his cock into the warm crevice between her legs. He hadn’t achieved penetration, but this was good enough for him, it was warm and tight. She closed her legs on him and felt him pushing into her faster now.

The line kept shuffling forward. Only 10 slaves in front now. She moved forward. The boy stayed glued to her, his breath sharp in her ear. He was murmuring, softly.

“Oh, baby. Yes… so hot. You’re so hot.”

And she felt it. Hot and beautiful. It didn’t matter that her eyes were too close together or her chin too pointy. It didn’t matter that her hips were a little too full, her ass too big. It didn’t matter that her skin was marred by these cysts. It didn’t matter that she was covered in piss. None of it mattered compared to her eagerness, her desire, her arousal flowing and responding to his urgency. That was all that mattered.

His cock was sliding over her wet slit. She couldn’t believe that she had enough hydration to flow like this, given how thirsty she was, but she could feel from the way his cock was gliding, frictionless, that she was lubricating him. He was pushing harder and faster now, really going at it.

They moved forward again. Only a couple of people ahead of them now. He must have seen that they didn’t have long, because his intensity increased yet again, the thrusts urgent and hard, his voice grunting in her ear. He was sliding over her labia, his cock hot between her thighs. But not far enough forward to give her any friction on her clit. She was aroused, but not really approaching orgasm.

Nikki rubbed her breasts against the girl in front of her, the hard tips of her nipples sliding back and forth on the girl’s back. The boy was getting really close and Nikki really wanted to go over with him, but she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to. His breath was hard in her ear. Each exhale a little grunt at the end as he pushed his body forward.

He let out a strangled cry, trying not to draw too much attention to himself, and Nikki felt the wet gush of his cum sliding down the inside of her thigh. Hot fluid dripping down, like a caress moving over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She closed her eyes, willed herself to cum. Felt a small crest of feeling, a relaxation. But she was too uncomfortable, too thirsty, too hungry, too covered in piss to really cum. It just wasn’t enough to get her over the edge. She pushed her hips forward in frustration, trying to hump the girl in front of her. It didn’t work. She breathed into her situation, her lack of control.

But now she had reached almost the front of the line. The trainers were unhooking the boy in front of the girl in front of Nikki. Pushing him forward, into the room ahead. Nikki could see now. There were two trainers behind a desk. They were performing some kind of inpection/interrogation. Touching the slave. And then having him show off his genitals, bend over and spread his ass.

They were putting something into his ass! Ohhh. Nikki could see his face, drawn in concentration or pain as they worked a semi-soft plug into his ass. She could see in his face when they had gotten it all the way in, his sphincter closing around the narrow bit, the flanged bottom spread, holding his cheeks slightly open.

Now they were moving him along to a set of metal frames. The trainers pushed him down, his knees on little pads and his body stretched over the frame, head down almost at the level of the floor. His ass was up and spread open in this position. They locked his head down, secured his wrists and his back. Nikki could see from her position that he was completely immobilized.

It was the girl in front of her’s turn now, she was being unhooked from the cable and moved over to the interrogation table. There was nobody in front of Nikki. Her nakedness was exposed to the trainers and the other slaves, at yet this boy was still pressed up against her. She felt her arms stretched against the end of the cable as the force of all the slaves behind her pressed forward. She used her thigh muscles to press back and hold them in position.

She couldn’t decide where to look. At this girl, who she felt strangely close to, having been pressed up against her for the last hour or so, or at the boy to find out what they were going to do with him. Her gaze travelled back and forth.

Two trainers were busying themselves with the boy. Doing something. Oh! They were attaching a hose to the plug in his ass. It must have some kind of conduit. They were going to give him an enema. The position he was in held his ass up and open, perfectly. But it also allowed his stomach room to expand. His belly was hanging down, unencumbered. The water would be able to flow without obstruction.

The other trainers were still questioning the girl. They had her lie back on the top of the table and open herself to their probing fingers and searching eyes. Nikki burned in anticipation of how that would feel, totally exposed, totally powerless. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see that they were making the girl answer questions.

Nikki felt a wave of feeling hit her. She was chained. Helpless. Covered in piss. About to be examined and interrogated, and then penetrated and irrigated. And there was no way out Nobody to appeal to, no safe word, no escape clause. This was it. She felt panicky. She hadn’t felt claustrophobic in the cell, but she felt it now. Her breathing was shallow, she could feel her heart racing, sweat pouring down her sides.

“Hun. Breathe deep.” The slave behind her had sensed her state and he was whispering in her ear. “It’s okay. They aren’t going to do anything that hasn’t been done before. Your trainer still loves you. You wouldn’t be here if your trainer didn’t think you were ready, didn’t think you could handle it.” His words were reassuring. “You’ll be fine. Now BREATHE”

Nikki took a deep breath. Was glad for his comfort. Happy he was there, had connected with her in this way. Was soothing.

The trainers had come to collect her. There was no more waiting. She was up.

They unhooked her arms. Brought them down in front of her. Ooo, the relief of it. Not having the pulling sensation. Her feet flat on the ground. Such a simple pleasure a simple joy.

The two big trainers hustled Nikki forward to the interrogation desk.

“Nikki?” The trainer behind the table was looking down at a form in front of him. He had a print out of all the slave’s names and he was matching the individuals to the list.

“Yes, Sir.” Nikki felt like she was croaking out the words, her throat so dry and scratchy.

“Did you soil yourself in the cell?.”

Oh! They were going to make her say it. The blood rushed to Nikki’s face. This always worked. Making her do something humiliating or embarrassing, but then compounding that embarrassment by making her acknowledge it. Making her use her intelligence, her voice, her human-ness. To acknowledge her lack of humanness.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you did, girl.”

“Oh, Sir. I emptied my bladder. It was too full, Sir. And I didn’t know when I was going to be let out. I tried to hold it. But it was painful. And then when I tried to let go I couldn’t. It took me a long time. Eventually, I did empty it.”

The trainer looked inscrutable. His face stony and unreadable. Nikki wasn’t sure if she’d said too much, if she should have just stopped at “I emptied my bladder.” Well, it was too late now. And this was who she was – a chatterbox.

“Honesty and disclosure are good, girl. But you didn’t have permission to pee, did you.”

“No, Sir.” Nikki felt shamed. Even though it clearly would have been impossible for her to hold it for that long. She some how felt that she had failed. She lowered her head. Feeling like a child caught misbehaving.

“Then again you weren’t told not to either.” He looked up, waiting for her response.

“No, Sir.” Nikki responded, a glimmer of hope deep in her. Maybe she wasn’t at total fuck up after all.

“Next time you will follow instructions. If we tell you to pee when you have to, you will pee as soon as you have to. If we tell you to hold it, you will hold it until you pass out and your body lets go without any conscious choice. Right girl?”

“Yes Sir.” Nikki’s voice was strong and enthusiastic. It was easy to agree, it felt like coming home. Clear instructions. The ability to follow them. That was what she liked.

“Ok. Now. Climb up here and show me your pussy.” He patted the table in front of him.

She needed to step forward, between him and the table and then hoist herself back. She had seen the others do it. She knew what was expected. The chain between her hands was just long enough to allow her to put her hands on either side of her hips and push herself up and back onto the table. She lay back, using her stomach muscles as she had been trained. And she opened her legs.

Nikki knew she smelled of urine, but she also smelled of the boy’s cum, and her own arousal. The trainer was so close. He’d be able to smell all of it. He’d know what had happened.

Sure enough, he put his hand forward and touched the wet slick on her leg. Ran his fingers up and scooped a little moisture up on his fingertips. Brought them to his nose.

“Mmmm. You were busy on the line, weren’t you.”

Nikki wasn’t sure if a response was required, but decided that a simple “Yes, Sir.” couldn’t hurt.

Actually it did hurt. Felt like a physical blow, just a blow to her pride, but ouch! His comment so scornful. Making her feel less than human. Well, she was less than human. So it made sense.

“Did he initiate it or did you?”

Nikki didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to blame the boy. But she didn’t want to take responsibility either.

“How could I, Sir? I was facing forwards.”

“Non responsive, girl.” The trainer was smirking to himself, and he wrote something down on the paper in front of her.

Nikki took a deep breath. She felt loyalty to the boy behind her, he had been wonderful to her, calming, sweet, good. But they owned her, and they owned the truth.

“It was the boy, Sir. He used me.”

“Better girl.” His voice was soothing. “But…” he advanced his right hand up her thigh… “You obviously enjoyed it.” He pushed two fingers through the thick moisture at the mouth of her cunt and entered her, her body instinctively yielding to him.

“Yes Sir.”

“Honest.” He noted it.

He asked her a few more questions. Looked at her body. Made notes. She hoped she had done well.

Then the two trainers were moving her over to the apparatus. She was being forced to kneel. Her head was way down low, her breasts hanging, her belly. Her legs spread. She could feel her labia open. She was totally open, and as she felt the trainers strap her wrists down and fasten the belts around her chest and her hips she realized that she was also totally helpless.

She felt two hands opening her cheeks. And then pressure on her anus. Cold and wet, must be lube. It was being spread around a bit. Pushed in slightly, pulled back out.

“Relax” one of them was whispering in her ear. “Push a little. You know how to do this, you’re just nervous.”

Nikki closed her eyes. Allowed this to be done to her. She pushed and took the plug up her ass. It felt so big. She felt like she was being stretched and filled to the limit. She didn’t feel any tearing. It was ok. But so big. She felt it slide all the way in. Felt her anus close around the smallest part. She had an image in her head from what the other slaves had gone through. So she knew what to expect. She felt the flange holding her open, even when whoever had been holding her cheeks apart let go.

She heard the trainers busy around her. And she felt the pressure as they attached the hose. She was expecting it, but nothing really prepared her for the sensation of the water flowing in. Given her position, it flowed in easily. Warm, thankfully. And filling her. She could feel it getting deeper into her bowels. Deeper and deeper. She could feel her belly starting to fill. And she felt a desire to push, already.

She breathed into it. She felt heavy and full. Her stomach hanging down. Round.

“It’s slowed, Sir.” One trainer was talking to the other.

“Ok. Give her the last push and we’ll move on.”

A push! Oh. Nikki knew what that meant. One of the trainers would hold the hose in place while the other built up a little pool of water at the bottom of the hose. Then the second trainer would use his fist to squeeze the extra water into her bowels, adding pressure to the gravity that was already moving the water in. She exhaled and felt the bolus of water traveling into her already full entrails.

Now they were unbuckling her. Letting her up. Ohh. She was so full. She felt like she was sloshing. She clamped her muscles down on the plug, trying to hold on to it. She knew it was thick, but the desire to evacuate her bowels was growing.

They reattached her hands and put her back on the cable.

Ohhhh! There were several slaves in front of her. Including the girl who had been there before. When was she going to get the opportunity to release? How long was she going to have to wait. She could feel it already.

Nikki could hear moans from the other slaves on line. She was glad that they had given her a little more room, but her belly was still pressed into the slave ahead of her. And the waves of pain were building.

She shuffled forward. Now they had brought over the boy behind her. She was sandwiched between the two slaves again, moving forward slowly on this assembly line of slave care. How incredibly dehumanizing. They were pushing him into her. She could feel his distended belly pushing her belly into the girl in front of her.

She was going to hold it. She closed her eyes again, for a moment. Breathed.

There was a keening sound coming from someplace towards the front of the line. She couldn’t even tell if it was a boy or a girl. But somebody was having a hard time. She focused on it. It got louder, shriller. It was the sound of an animal in a trap. Or a woman in labor. Intense.

One of the trainers came over. Spoke in calm tones. “Deep breaths. Hold it. It’s just water. You can do it”

The sound didn’t change. If anything it came in faster bursts.

“GIRL! Pull yourself together.” The trainer sounded like he was talking to a child. Or a dog. Nikki was so glad it wasn’t her, that she wasn’t the one losing control . But it could have been. The pain was intense.

The girl was grunting now. Rhythmically. She was clearly trying to control it. Then the sound of the grunts changed. Got deeper. Somehow a different quality to them. More purposeful.

Oh! The girl was pushing! She was going to empty herself in line. Nikki realized what was happening before the odor hit her, but then it did. Whew! Strong, dank. Like something had died. The girl must have been constipated. Her trainer had screwed up sending her here with her bowels in a mess. It may have been her trainer’s fault. But she was taking the brunt of it.

Nikki couldn’t see everything that was going on, but she could tell that the girl was being pulled out of line. Not before getting watery shit on the slave behind her. She was being forced to stand on a small stool so everybody could see her. Nikki couldn’t tear her eyes away. The girl was shaking and crying, shit running down her legs. She was trying to squat. But the trainer was slapping her and making her stand. Her stomach was undulating where she was trying to push.

It was the look on her face that was the most incredible. She was totally defeated. She had failed, and everybody could see. Nobody else had soiled themselves. And she was filthy now. Still covered in urine, but now covered in shit too. Standing as a warning to all the other slaves.

Nikki wasn’t going to let that happen. However, as she moved towards the front of the line, the urgency got stronger and stronger. The smell was disgusting, but it was actually making her feel even more urgent.

She inched forward. Focusing on calming herself. Breathing. They were going to let them go, for sure.

Finally, she could see into the next room. Where the toilet had to be. And yes there was a toilet. ONE toilet. In the center of the room. On a small raised platform. So everybody could watch as the slave emptied the water from his or her bowels. It was strange. The toilet was high, very high, so high that the slave’s legs dangled. Didn’t touch the floor.

Nikki saw the slave ahead of the girl ahead of her. He was moving up to the dais. She could see the relief in his face. He eagerly got on the toilet. He didn’t seem to be phased by having an audience. He pushed and she could hear the gas escape along with the shit. Could hear the shit splashing into the bowl . But there was something else in his face. A confused look. Pain from the bowels, but something else too.

When he stood she could see what it was. His backside was all red. She couldn’t quite see, but there was something about the toilet seat. Ohhh.

Nikki was rocking back and forth. Trying to move with the pain. Trying to keep control of it. And the girl was up there. She was next. She didn’t care what the toilet seat had on it. She had to shit! She rocked. The girl was pushing. Taking her time. Oh please. Please.

Finally it was Nikki’s turn. She was marched up to the seat. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen. It was covered in rough stones, like that fancy concrete stuff they make some walkways out of to make them look more interesting – the aggregate big pebbles not sand. Some of the pebbles were sharp. Not sharp enough to break the skin, but sharp.

Nikki didn’t care. She sat on it. Oh the relief of being able to let go. She knew the trainers were watching, the other slaves. But she had to go so badly she didn’t care. She felt the wave of the cramps pushing through her, the relief of it. But she also felt the sharp points of the rocks. With no way to rest her feet, her full weight was resting on her ass and upper thighs, and digging the little rocks into her. She pushed and pushed, felt the shit snaking its way out of her.

Finally she was done. It was over. She was being lifted off. She could feel a dribble of shit and water running down her thigh. Could feel how raw her ass was. She was a shit and piss covered wanton exhibitionist. She had been humped and probed and irrigated. She was nothing but this. She moaned.

Nikki hoped the next room would be where she got cleaned.