„Do you?“ I look at her, then at the floor. „First you have to clean that mess, though. Mel, bring a bucket and a rag.“ The girl hurries while I unshackle Cantrelle. She tries to have a go at me and a second later the bitch lies writhing on the floor, once again emptying her bladder. My line of work has become much easier since the invention of tasers, there's no denying that. But the peeing is just disgusting.
„So much for eating decently.“ When she's regaining consciousness again, we walk her to the cleaning room. Neatly tiled from floor to ceiling, with a drain in the middle of it. Enough rings set in the ceiling and the walls to chain a dozen girls at one time. We shackle her wrists to two of the rings in the ceiling, her ankles wide apart on the floor. Just for good measure I pull her up with a lever set in the wall until she's on the tip of her toes.
She's staring at me with horror. Good. Perfect, even. Although, I prefer when the girls love me, fear is almost as good. I grab a hose and start to shower her with icecold water. Mel knows her job and scrubs her with a large, rough brush. She's a good girl, docile, obedient, hardworking, almost ready to be sold. She will go at a good price and do our school much honor. Of course she doesn't know that she will auctoned off.
By now Cantrelle has regained full consciousness again and is struggling against her restraints. I approach her, the special hose in my hand. It's perfectly suited to wash orifices. „Relax, sweetie, or it will hurt“ I say soothingly, knowing well enough that no girl is capable to relax in that situation. She is no exception to the rule. She wiggles and wriggles, trying to avoid the inevitable. Ahh, I feel myself getting wet, there's nothing more beautiful than a girl struggling.
I rinse her vagina thoroughly, then her butt, the cold water running down her legs.
„You're still walking down the wrong road, sweetie. Hard or easy, pain or pleasure. It's your choice.“
She doesn't answer, just stares at me.
I turn towards Mel. „Feed her and give her something to drink, but let her stay like that until I return.“

With that I leave her to dry and think.