Free Slave Jade by Claire Thompson Page A

approval, he said, “I’m going to give you another reward. How about a nice hot shower? Because, to tell you the truth, you stink.”
    Lisa flushed with shame and rage. How dare he! After he had put his ass in her face, to tell her she stank. Yet the mention of such a possibility made Lisa's skin crawl, as she realized how itchy and filthy she was, covered in her own sweat and his nasty secretions. Her hair felt greasy and dirty, and her scalp itched at the thought of a good washing.
    “Yes, please, sir.” She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. “That would be wonderful.”
    “Do I need to cuff you while we walk down the hall or can you be trusted? I don't want to hurt you, but if I have to, I will.”
    Lisa believed him, quietly hating him with every fiber of her being. But she was learning that to behave submissively was so much easier than to continue to fight him. And she knew he was intent on keeping her there, god only knew how long.
    Swallowing the retort that welled up in her throat that he didn't seem to mind hurting her at all, she only said in a quiet and she hoped submissive way, “Oh, no, sir, you can trust me. I'll behave, I promise.”
    Satisfied, he took her by both wrists, leading her out of the room and down a small hall to a bathroom. She stumbled slightly, dizzy from lack of food. He caught her, bringing his arm solicitously around her shoulders.
    The bathroom wasn't an impressive facility, not much more than a sink, toilet and a little bathtub with a shower head, crammed together in a space even smaller than Lisa's room. There was a small window over the toilet. Sunshine streamed in and Lisa stared longingly at the daylight. How long had she been here? How many times had the sun risen and set since he’d abducted her?
    Her attention was diverted when he turned on the water and a lovely steam filled the room. To her dismay, he pulled off his shirt and jeans, kicking his clothing aside, making it clear he intended to join Lisa in the tub.
    He pushed her in first and then stepped in behind her. “Just relax. I’ll wash your body.” Aware she had no say in the matter, Lisa stood still, closing her eyes and letting the hot water sluice over her. It was better than being whipped at any rate.
    He lathered the soap against her body, running his hands down and up each leg, stopping for a long time at her pussy and ass, soaping her up repeatedly and then rinsing her in the spray. He rolled her nipples between finger and thumb. His touch was surprisingly gentle. It might even have been erotic if it had been a lover, instead of her hated jailer.
    As it was, it took all her self-control not to smack his hands away. Still, she was grateful to feel clean at last. He removed the soggy bandages from her wrists. The abrasions were mostly healed, though the skin remained tender.
    Tossing her the shampoo bottle he said, “Here, you can wash your own hair, and then come out and get dry.” He stepped out, allowing her to pull the plastic curtain closed.
    Lisa stood under the hot spray with her head back, the water streaming over her hair and face. She took as long as she dared, washing and rinsing her hair three times, as if she could somehow wash out the stench and horror of what had been done to her.
    “Hurry it up. Water goes off in fifteen seconds whether you're done or not.”
    When Lisa stepped out of the shower, she reached for a towel that was hanging on the rack.
    “Wait,” he commanded. “Let me look at you.” Lisa stood, goose bumps rising on her wet flesh. She crossed her arms over herself but he barked, “Hands behind your head! And spread your legs. Do it!”
    Taking a deep breath, Lisa assumed the commanded position. Her heavy round breasts were lifted by her raised arms, the nipples erect and distended from the cold.
    He stood very close in front of her and cupped her breasts, lifting them and letting them fall. He dropped a hand to her sex, running his fingers between her cleft,