He was right I felt dirty and sticky. I would have wanted to bathe. It wasn’t clear to me how he knew that.

After Master Bane finished washing my body, he washed my hair. I’d never had such a thorough cleaning of my scalp. My face was pushed into his chest as he massaged the soap everywhere. After a complete rinse job he ran a Light oil from roots to tips.

All in all, it was a far cry from the quick showers I’d taken at the motel.

Once he was done bathing me my captor got a jar off one of the shelves in the room. I was bent over as he rubbed it’s contents over my labia, into my vagina, and into my ass. It tingled a little at first, but it seemed to dull the soreness substantially.

Master Bane noticed several places where someone’s hands must have dug too excitedly into my hips. He carefully treated those with the cream.

Making a sound of disgust he rubbed the cream all over my sore arm.

had been. Whatever the cream

cream. Some of the redness went away, but they still Looked cracked and dry. I assumed it

completely and was satisfied

When he used

Angela’s Library

little dazed and robotic, but Master Bane didn’t seem to notice. I did what he said and that’s

cool. I just hoped it could be out

to open my mouth and rubbed something all

clean, like

very Last part of my bath was a silky rub. After pulling my hair out of the way, Master Bane brusquely rubbed my flesh with a purple goo. The purple faded as

Bane as he walked

had no right to do this, I was not a creature to be bought

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