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 Dr.  Stern/s Menagerie - 6

   Beverly gets cleaned up

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   Beverly's sleep was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the key in the
lock and the iron cell door opening.  The same two men as before entered,
including the one who had admired her after punching her and pissing on
her. This time, both were wearing rubber gloves.  They grimaced when they
entered the cell; it hadn't been sprayed down since the last visit and the
odor was overwhelming.  "What the FUCK?" the larger one declared as the
scents overwhelmed his nostrils.  One of the people who had relieved
themselves a few hours before had a touch of diarrhea, and it had
splattered the walls and Beverly.  "I guess things got worse for you when
there was only one of you, huh bitch?  You didn't have the little one to
suck cocks for you no more.  But drinking all that sperm seems to have done
your complexion good!"

   Both men laughed at that as they followed the same protocol, stuffing a
gag into Beverly's mouth, handcuffing her hands behind her back and
removing her metal collar, which revealed a ring of red raw skin around her
neck.  Finally they put a blindfold over her eyes, led her out of the cell
and up the stairs.

   "Hey Ray", the larger one said, "I don't wanna have to sit in the car
with this one smelling like a fresh dog turd.  Do we have to keep her like
this, or can we at least wash some of the stink off?"

   "Paulie didn't say nothing about keeping this one dirty, so I guess that
would be OK.  Go ahead, Jimmy.  How you gonna clean her up?"

   "Go get me a grooming brush and horse soap from over in the stables and
meet me by the livestock watering trough." He took Beverly's arm and
jerked. "Come on, cunt, you're gonna take a little swim."

   The gravel under her feet was sharp enough to make her step gingerly. 
She could hear the lowing of cattle and smell their manure.  Suddenly she
was picked up like a rag doll and thrown into a deep tank of ice-cold
water. She landed on her back and immediately sank.  Her handcuffed hands
were of no use.  She tried to get her feet under her, but the bottom of the
tank was slick from the moss and algae growing there.  As she struggled her
face broke the surface for a moment but went under again.  She sank
entirely to the bottom of the tank, her lungs bursting and demanding air
that wasn't there.  The gag was allowing allowed water to leak in, filling
her mouth with scummy-tasting liquid.  There was nothing she could do to
stop from drowning.

   A large hand gripped her by the hair and pulled her head above the
surface.  She coughed and spluttered, trying to clear her filled nose
passages; the wet cloth gag made breathing difficult.  Another hand pulled
it free, and she took deep gulps of air.

   The man shifted his grip, putting both of his massive arms under her
armpits and lifting her so she could stand up without slipping.  "Well,
cunt, it's your lucky day," the voice of Jimmy declared.  "You get saved
from drowning, and you get all that shit scrubbed off of you." As she stood
shivering from the icy water and the cool breeze, something cold that
smelled like soap was being squirted from the top of her head to her bushy
pussy, and into her ass crack.  Next she felt the bristles of a stiff brush
run through her hair, then scrubbing every square inch of her skin above
the surface of the water, and reaching under the surface to clean her
calves and the tops of her feet.  Jimmy was thorough but he wasn't gentle
when he worked over her ass cheeks, pussy hair or nipples; instead he
seemed to relish scrubbing those areas harder.

   The scrubbing finally stopped.  Beverly's skin was stinging all over,
especially her nipples and pussy, but for the first time in a long time the
smell of excrement and urine was not in her nostrils.  Instead, she smelled
like a freshly-washed horse.  She could feel the bubbles from the suds
popping on her skin as the breeze blew over them.  "OK, cunt, time for a
rinse.  Lower yourself into the water all the way, but slow so you don't
slip.  You're all soapy now, so if you slip and fall I may not be able to
save you."

   "Thank you," she whispered, as she lowered herself into the brackish
water and rinsed as he instructed.

   "Don't thank me, cunt," he responded, "From what I think the boss has in
mind, before the day is out you maybe wishing you was back under the
outhouse.  Me personally, especially now that you're clean I think you'd be
a pretty good-looking bitch once all that body hair is shaved off.  You
look like Bigfoot's sister right now, but you still got a pretty face, and
I'm a sucker for a pretty face.  If there's anything left of you when the
Doc is done, maybe he'll let me have you." He picked up the cloth gag.

   Beverly looked up, here eyes wide.  "What do you mean when you said the
Doc?  Who's the - mmmmph!" Jimmy stuffed the gag back in and slung her over
his shoulder, heading for the car.