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“Whata mess...”
“I’m not touching that until we hose it down.”
Lara couldn’t see the speakers, but felt their looming presence over her inert form.
The gang rape had started out with some semblance of order, but when it became clear that there would be no more time for seconds at either of Lara’s ravaged holes, anyone who still had a hard on started taking turns jacking off into her upper body, primarily aiming at her face. So much semen had spattered onto Lara that she couldn’t open her eyes after a while.
And now she was being hauled to her feet, but as soon as they gave her a small shove in the desired direction of travel, Lara’s legs gave out, this time due to exhaustion rather than the drugs, which had long since worn off in the past hours.
She assumed they were taking her to be cleaned off, and was at least glad that for the time being, nothing was being shoved into her. Both her holes were alternating between moments of intensely painful throbbing and moments of utter numbness,
“You two, get over here and pick her up.” Lara recognized the voice of the leading orderly, as he beckoned two nearby inmates over to Lara’s cum besotted form.
Supported by two of her recent rapists, Lara was blindly led out of the common area. But before that happened, she moaned dejectedly as something was wrapped around her groin, tightly wadding against her holes to prevent her from leaking semen all over the floor.
“The rest of you, clean up after yourselves. I want this place scrubbed to a shine.”
Once more, Lara could hear and feel herself being led, this time blindly, through a series of hallways, then into a room with tiled floors, presumably a shower.
They pulled her ankles apart, cuffing them to restraints on the ground, and only then did they remove the straitjacket and the gag, and had the cooperating inmates take it out of the room.
“Please...” Lara began to beg, for what she didn’t know. Freedom was clearly not an option.
“If you have anything to say, save it for your interrogation.” The lead orderly said as Lara’s arms were cuffed above her.
They literally hosed her down, a jet of scalding hot water hitting Lara’s face, moving down to her body, then under it to shoot up into her dirtied holes.
With most of the cum covering her eyes rinsed away, Lara blinked away the water and squinted.
The three orderlies that had escorted her into the common area had been joined by two more compatriots, making that five men in the room with her.
Even after the past few hours, Lara still shivered when an orderly began squeezing cold soap and shampoo onto her skin, and really squirmed when another pushed a phallic looking syringe into one of her holes, depressing more cold cleaning agent, pulling it out and doing the same for the other.
All five men helped rub the soap into Lara’s skin and hair, with ample attention devoted to her sex bits. Pretty soon, she was covered in suds, and foaming from both her overused orifices.
The hose was used once more, accompanied by groping hands as it assailed Lara’s body, poking into her lower cavities to flush her body thoroughly.
Lara fully expected these five orderlies to rape her at some point during the bath, and sure enough, the leader unzipped his pants as the water was turned off. The cuffs around Lara’s ankles were removed and her legs swept from underneath her, leaving her dangling by her wrists and supported on either side by arms which parted her thighs.
She looked away as the dirty deed was done, roughly, with the last vestiges of soap inside her squelching around each thrust. Crying on the inside although appearing to be completely impassive, Lara could only imagine the terrible things she’d do to these men if given the chance.
Predictably, she was soon constantly sandwiched between two men, completely helpless as their thrusts bounced her upwards, her hands clenched tightly around the chain her wrists were cuffed to from above.
An hour later, they washed her again, and prepared her for her “interrogation” as the lead orderly described it.
Judicious amounts of lubricant and oils were deposited in Lara’s orifices and worked every inch of her body, making it glisten provocatively.
An electronic collar was wrapped around Lara’s neck, the leader explaining its purpose.
“See this remote?” he said, holding up a small handle with his thumb held over a button. He pressed another button on the collar, and Lara could feel a slight hum around her neck.
“This is your dog collar” holding up the handle, “and this is a dead man’s switch. This is what happens if I let go of the button when you’re wearing the collar.” He released his thumb, and Lara’s entire body immediately seized up, going numb as an electric current emanated from the collar as it delivered a paralyzing shock from around her neck.
“Give the lady something to wear?” Lara deadpanned, once she was allowed to get to her feet, albeit barely, as her legs were still in constant danger of giving out.
“You don't get to make requests.” someone said, grabbing her arm and preparing to start marching her out of the shower. Lara gently shrugged off the arm, caring not to appear combative.
“Look, it's chilly, and we wouldn't want me to catch a cold now would we?” she reasoned. The leader gave it some thought. Lara nearly grinned in morbid humor as she imagined herself sneezing all over the face of the lead orderly when he next raped her.
He acquiesced, and it was such that Lara was able to haggle her way into a bit of clothing. It wasn't much, a hospital gown draped over her shoulders and tied at the waist. Clearly meant for someone bigger, there were too much freedom in the fabric, and Lara's breasts were fully visible under it from the massive armholes in the side. Still, it was a small relief for Lara that her loins were covered for the walk from the shower to the interrogation room.
The dark drab confinement was typical of any built for its purpose, in fact bringing back stark memories of the interrogation room she and Gordo had occupied so long ago.
Lara's hands were secured in front of her to restraints under the table, and lengths of chains connected to her ankles.
“Was getting tired of keeping my finger on the button” the leader said as he deactivated Lara's collar, but left it on.
“Now it'll only shock you if the button is pressed. Better not make your interrogator angry.” He said before leaving the room with the others and closing the door, leaving Lara alone in the room.
Her interrogator turned out to be none other than Gordo.
“Before you begin,” he said, upon seeing the coldness in her eyes, “know that I did not agree to any of this. It was all Everest's idea.”
Lara believed him. Gordo's only stake in all of this was access to her pussy and an elevation in his living commodities. The idea of sharing her with so many men definitely was Everest's idea.
“Why are we here?” Lara asked.
“We're here because of this.” Gordo said, and pushed a piece of paper over to Lara.
She read it, apprehensively.
Dear Lara,
As you are reading this, you have undoubted just become acquainted with the staff and occupants at a certain prison facility that for the sake of confidentiality shall remain unnamed.
Although I do take partial responsibility for your stay here, I alone did not bear the burden of the decision that sent you here. In fact, there were considerable pressures exerted from several highly influential parties in what has transpired and what is to come.
In your years of activities in an esoteric and admittedly hazardous work environment, your cavalier attitude and sensitive trigger fingers has made you more than a few detractors, some wielding perhaps even more influence than I do. As a result, when it was brought to their attention that you and I have entered into a hitherto off the books agreement where I teach you the finer points of sexual science and you abstain from further violence against my person and corporation, some of these influential parties understandibly announced their desire to join in on this agreement, all of them citing multiple instances of grave injustice done to them by your persons.
How they discovered this is of no importance any longer, and you have my sincere assurances that all measures have been taken to safeguard us against any further discoveries. However, there still remains the matter of dealing with the offended the parties.
In the end, an agreement was reached between me and those aforementioned parties that will secure both their cooperation in keeping your private life from public scrutiny, as well as secure you from any potentially deadly retaliatory actions from these parties. The agreement is as such, should you choose to accept it and all its underlying terms:
As you read this, a dedicated document highlighting the details of this agreement is being finalized, and shall be given to you for approval.
I must however warn you that in the event that you do not find it to your interest to trade your services to these parties in return for their discretion and forgiveness, I will have no choice but to place your person in protective custody in order to prevent deadly harm from coming to you. As normal means of protection are largely ineffective, you would have to take up permanent residence within these prison walls, which are owned by Everest Incorporated and is the only place I can think of where your life can be safeguarded.
Unfortunately, it is not within my power to ensure that many of the hitherto private secrets between us remain as such, and should you refuse to cooperate with these parties, it is all I could do to keep you safe in this facility, and nothing will stop them from ruining your good name.
Whether you consent to this agreement or not, it has been unanimously decided amongst me and your creditors that you spend a full week within this facility familiarizing yourself with the alternative to your cooperating with them.
Yours truly,
M. Everest
Lara read the letter several times before she could finally bring herself to accept its thinly-veiled facade of giving her any choice in the matter.
It was sign over her freedom to Everest and these “parties”, or be forever imprisoned at this facility where she will be raped daily by everyone, never to see the outside of these walls again. Not only that, but her reputation will be irreparably ruined for the rest of the world.
“There's no need for me to stay here, I'll sign the damned agreement.” She said softly.
“Unfortunately that isn't up for you to decide.” Gordo said. “The big shots in charge actually specified that you spending a week here is part of the terms of your punishment. Everyone at this facility works for Everest so nothing's gonna happen to you... you won't die, okay?”
“...” Lara could only give a small nod. She was then escorted from the interrogation room and back to the padded cell she had awoken in earlier that day.
The only part of all of this that Lara found solace in was that Everest finally mentioned that somewhere down the road, she would be free. What she wouldn't give for that...
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