Free Captives of Cheyner Close by Adriana Arden Page B

tail-end of a large carrot. But most alarming of all was a plastic bucket of soapy water with what looked like a wreath of holly sprigs taped to the outside of its rim.
    ‘We thought it would be properly demeaning if you held the brush in your mouth to scrub our floor,’ Narinda said, beaming down at Tara. ‘You’ll have to put your face into the bucket to wet the brush. It’s only plain soap in there, but as the water gets dirtier you will find it less pleasant. Also, each time those big titties of yours will rub against the holly, which should hurt quite a lot …’ her face hardened, ‘though not so much as the pain you have caused us over all these months.’
    Tara cringed from the sudden force of her anger. Then the moment had passed and Narinda smiled again.
    One at a time, they lifted her legs and taped the folded cloths over her knees and shins. Then Narinda pushed the ball screwed to the back of the scrubbing brush into her mouth. It pressed her tongue flat and jammed behind her teeth so she could not spit it out. The brush stuck out in front of her lips, just touching the tip of her nose.
    ‘Now, how did we decide to make sure she stayed properly bent over with her nose to the floor?’ Raj asked his wife with a grin.
    ‘By sticking this little mop and carrot up her private passages.’
    ‘But will that not be most uncomfortable for her?’ Narinda grinned wickedly. ‘Very uncomfortable, yet also I think a little teasing. I wonder which she will feel most?’
    ‘There’s only one way to find out.’
    Tara’s eyes had widened in horror. The carrot was huge, its thick end facing forward. By being mounted in the bottle it was held clear of the mop handle. In effect it was double-pronged.
    As Raj Khan held her hips steady, Narinda pushed the end of the wooden mop handle into her anus, at the same time feeding the carrot-head into her vagina.
    ‘She’s already very slippery,’ Narinda observed.
    ‘The Major had some fun with them before you came,’ Raj explained. ‘I think they got excited.’
    Tara groaned as the handle seemed to butt up against her spine, forcing her rectum to conform to its unyielding presence, while the carrot filled her vagina. As her sheath automatically clenched about the carrot it seemed to squeeze its tapering shape even further up inside her. When both her passages were plugged to the hilt, her leash, which they had not unclipped, was passed down between her legs and the end tied to the shaft of the mop handle just above its head, ensuring it would not slip out of her.
    ‘Now start scrubbing,’ Raj commanded.
    Miserably, Tara shuffled over to the bucket, feeling both the handle and carrot working about inside her as she trailed the mop head grotesquely after her. She tried to stretch her neck and dip the brush into the water without touching the ring of holly round the bucket rim, but her full globes hung too heavily and she winced as needle-pointed spines jabbed into them. Desperately she made a lunge with the brush, dunking it into the water, getting bubbles up her nose and in her eyes in the process. Jerking away she also ground the brush handle into her. The swaying hemispheres of her breasts were now peppered with dozens of stinging red pinpricks.
    Snuffling and blinking her streaming eyes, acutely aware of the spectacle she presented to her captors, Tara spread her knees wider and bowed her head. Her nipples scraped across the floor and then her breasts made fat pancakes about them before the brush touched the tiles. How utterly humiliating! She would have to drag them all over the floor as she cleaned. Resolutely she began to scrub, closing her eyes as she swung her head from side to side, trying to make one brushload of water go as far as possible. It was not in fact a big kitchen, but from her current viewpoint it looked huge.
    The flash of a camera told her the Khans were recording her shame for posterity.
    Gradually the swaying of her upper body rolled her