“Wakey, wakey.”
Whatever was on Meghan’s head was removed. The room was bright, causing Meghan to squint while her eyes adjusted. She had no idea how long she had been out, but she felt like she had gotten no sleep.
Composing herself, Meghan noticed Liz in front of her. Liz was dressed even more regally than usual - a black cape with bright purple lining covering her shoulders paired with a black gown ending above her ankles, the same shoes adorning her pale feet.
“Come on. You stink. We need to clean you, and you need to use the bathroom.”
That reminded Meghan of the ache in her bladder. Liz moved to Meghan’s side and fiddled around with something. Suddenly, a clamp released, and Meghan fell to the floor. Liz helped Meghan to her feet. She had never been so stiff in her life - how long was she held up like that? Meghan rolled her head from side to side to work out the kinks, remaining standing docilely by Liz.
After a moment, it struck Meghan that she was still naked and standing in front of a woman who had somehow captured her. It didn’t occur to Meghan to fight back against Liz or even to escape - Meghan’s only thought was to cover up. She crossed her arms and looked furtively around the room. There was nothing except some sort of harness contraption (apparently, what had been holding her).
“Yeah you don’t get clothes yet, bitch. Come with me.”
Meghan found herself meekly following Liz out of the room down a long hallway, bare feet on a clean (antiseptic?) wooden floor. Through windows, Meghan could see that it was daytime.
Liz stopped in front of a door and gestured for Meghan to enter. It was a bathroom. Liz shut the door, allowed Meghan time to relieve herself, then burst in once she heard a flush. “Time to clean up all those cum-soaked holes, whore.”
She pointed to the bathtub, and Meghan lowered herself into it. For the next hour, she sat there, completely placid, while Liz cleaned and washed her body and hair, then shaved her armpits, legs, and eventually, her pussy. That Meghan considered a shaved pussy a sign of low class was irrelevant - she voiced no objection.
Liz stood her up and took her in. “Good. At least we made a little progress. You still look like a Barbie doll slut cum dumpster, but at least you’re a Barbie doll slut cum dumpster with a shaved pussy.” Liz locked eyes with Meghan, then put her hand on Meghan’s pussy. She started running her long index fingernail along the length of Meghan’s slit. Meghan’s heart raced. A small moan escaped her lips.
“Wow, you sure are getting worked up by another woman touching your pussy,” Liz said with a smirk. “I guess those rumors of you being totally straight were overblown, right?”
“No,” Meghan thought to herself, “I’m totally straight … but why can’t I bring myself to put an end to this?”
Liz abruptly stopped. “That’s enough for you. Dry off and let’s go.” She threw Meghan a hand towel. She understood that this was the only thing she was going to get to dry off, so she did what she could.
Minutes later, they returned to the hallway and continued on to a room several doors down. “You’re probably wondering where your friends were. Well, let’s resolve that at least some of that mystery now.” Liz opened the door.
Inside the room was Meghan’s friend Stacey, in a robe, sitting on a chair and reading a magazine. She appeared to be rubbing something onto her skin as well. She leapt to her feet when she saw Liz, running towards her like a couple reuniting at an airport in a commercial.
Meghan noticed a huge, new septum ring straddling Stacey’s nostrils. “That’s … pretty, I guess…” Meghan thought to herself, even though FashionBitches.com’s official position was anti-septum (“Not cute, guys! :)”)
Meghan did a double-take when she noticed toe rings on four of Stacey’s toes. Stacey had written the blog post taking women to task for wearing toe rings (“Jennifer Aniston ON BLAST!”).
But Meghan was really surprised when Stacey started passionately kissing Liz.
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