Free Shameful Reckonings by S. J. Lewis

her. “And all the other stuff too. Get cleaned up, and don’t be slow about it.” Then he slapped her. Gia stumbled back away from him, and then turned to see where the nearest shower controls were. She was trembling, and she couldn’t stop it, but if they were going to let her keep clean it meant that they weren’t thinking of tossing her away to be beaten and raped to death, at least not yet.
    The shower control was a single knob. You pulled it out to start the water flowing and turned it one way or the other to make the water warmer or colder. Turned all the way to one side, though, the spray never got any hotter than lukewarm. There was soap in a tray set into the wall. Gia took it in her hand and held it up for the other women to see and then began lathering up.
    It felt very, very strange to be showering naked with a gaggle of other naked women. She’d never liked doing that, even back at the club, and she liked it even less here, with the other women all staring at her curiously. It was a huge relief when they seemed to get the idea and wandered off to find their own showerheads. The single-knob control seemed to baffle them all at first, though, and the walls rang with echoes of yelps and squeals as chilly water struck bare flesh.
    Gia turned around to let the spray course down her back. She saw her trainer standing not too far away, leaning against the wall, watching the show with calculated interest. His eye caught hers, and he winked at her.
    She turned away from him immediately and concentrated on washing herself. She didn’t think that she’d ever feel really clean again, but she could at last be cleaner than she had been. The soap didn’t lather up all that well, but it had a faint, pleasant scent. She spotted two fixtures sitting along the far wall. It took her a moment to recognize them as bidets. So that’s what the trainer had meant by ‘all the other stuff’. She had tried hand-washing her pussy, but it was still too sore for her to do that without wincing. She looked back once to see if the trainer was still watching. He was. He looked from her to the bidets and back again and nodded.
    Gia sighed heavily. She rinsed the scanty soapsuds off of her and trudged over to one of the bidets. She saw one or two of the other women turn to look at what she was doing. She hadn’t expected to find such a civilized piece of plumbing in this place, but she welcomed the warm water softly caressing her still-sore pussy. Grateful that she could keep her back to the trainer, she reached down and spread her lips so that the bidet could wash her more thoroughly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the lone black woman on the neighboring bidet, trying to copy what Gia was doing.
    Gia straightened up finally and went back to her shower. Using hand soap to wash her hair was an unrewarding exercise, but she kept at it until her mane finally squeaked under her fingertips.
    “Finish!” the trainer bellowed. Then he barked out several more words in several different languages for the benefit of the other women. Gia gave herself one more rinse under the spray and turned off the shower. Bending over, she began wringing out her hair. There didn’t seem to be any towels or hair dryers here, so there wasn’t anything else she could do.
    “This way,” the trainer ordered, waving a hand. He didn’t use any foreign phrases. Apparently the hand gesture was supposed to be universal. Gia trudged over towards him. She was surprised when the black woman fell in alongside her and gave her a quick, shy smile.
    This time the trainer led rather than shepherded them. They passed through the large room where they’d all been videotaped and along several corridors until they came to a large wooden door. There were two guards at the door, big, bald, swarthy men naked to their waists. They opened the door as the trainer approached with the women in tow.
    “Inside,” the trainer ordered. He stepped aside and made more hand