Chapter 3

“I don’t think that’s going to happen. Now wash me the way you’re supposed to. We don’t want Master to suspect anything.”

I bathed her private parts with the scented water and mild soap Master used on his women, paying careful attention to cleaning away the evidence of my latest crime. I applied a healing salve to the smallest speculum in the laboratory and pushed it carefully inside, moving it around gently to try to reach the area I had wounded.

“That helps. The sorceress is letting me feel everything now.” Her nipples were erect and her button was swollen under its hood. “You should stop. I’m having distracting thoughts. So are you, Igor.”

In a different time, a different world, I would be wild with lust for this young woman, but fear and guilt squelched that before it could really start. “I’ll leave you so you can shave. Master likes his girls to look as young as possible.”

“Shave my pubic hair?”

“Yes. Everything down there.”

“I don’t think Sadie ever did that.”

“I’ll bring you what you need.”

“Do you know how to do it, Igor?”

“Master makes me prepare all the girls.”

“Could you do it for me? I use an electric on my legs. I don’t trust myself with a razor and a mirror.”

“Will you put yourself under?” I asked.

“No. We have to talk, and I have to get used to being touched.”

I was done with the careful scissors work on her mound and her lips. Taking both her legs in one hand, I moved her so I could work around her star.

“You have no idea what I just said, do you, Igor?”

“No.”

“It’s okay. I probably wasn’t making any sense.”

By the time I was done rinsing the last of the shaving cream from her, Sadie was leaking, her peach opened on it’s own, now to be defiled by my insane Master. My hatred for him made me want her more, and that made me loathe myself. I couldn’t degrade her further. “Would you please dry yourself?”

“Of course. I’m sorry I embarrassed you,” she said. “I didn’t mean to let my body react, so I’m not upset that yours did.”

“I don’t know what to say to you, Sadie.”

“It’s okay, really. I don’t remember anyone ever looking at me or touching me that way. I, ... well, ... you know I was a virgin. At least, Sadie Hawkins was.”

I hung my head in shame.

“Igor, look at me.”

Her slender, pale nakedness was nothing compared to her eyes. It was the first time I dared look at them. They were old and wise, shockingly beautiful in her young face. “I’ll deal with what happens here. I was always a strong girl, I think. I told you I don’t remember anything before late August, but I’m doing pretty well, which I think says a lot about the real me, whoever that is. If the sorceress in my head wants me to do something here, I’ll do it, but I may need your help.”

“How?”

“Tell me more about his experiment.”

“Master developed a new drug. It’s supposed to turn a virgin into a wanton, insatiable slut.”

“A date-rape drug?”

“Even if it worked, Master probably wouldn’t sell it. He’d just make me get more girls for him.”

“He thinks he’s going to have me,” Sadie chuckled.

“Why do you think that’s funny?”

“Unless he restrains me, he won’t be able to rape me, and he’ll have to catch me to do that. I don’t know what this thing in my head will do to him if he touches me.”

“Sadie, we don’t know what the drug is. It could kill you. None of his other experiments worked. If you live through what Master does to you, you’ll meet the others that survived.”

The dogs fell silent in the hall outside the laboratory. “Put yourself in a trance!” I hissed, shoving her down on the exam table and covering her with a sheet.

“Igor?” Master called from the doorway. “Have you finished?”

“Yes, Master. Clean and prepped. She is lightly sedated.”

“Good. She’s an excellent specimen for my newest experiment. I have a very good feeling about this, and the cards say I must approach this one differently. Dress her and put her to bed in the cell next to the laboratory. Let her sleep it off. Feed her when she wakes. Try to calm her down. Bathe her again, and put more healing ointment in her. I want her good and ready. You will give me a progress report tomorrow.” He closed the door and walked away.

“Sadie?”

“I’m here. What am I supposed to wear?”

“Follow me.”

From a cabinet I opened, she chose a simple cotton gown and slipped it over her head. “Where do I sleep?”

We went to the observation cell next to the laboratory. Its walls were strong wire mesh, a huge cage allowing complete visibility.

“Not a lot of privacy,” she said.

“No.”

“Not even for the toilet and shower. Not even a shower curtain.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I didn’t think you were an interior designer. All right, so I guess I try to sleep. Will you be the one to bring me food?”

“Master told me to feed you, so yes.”

“What will you do tonight?”

“I’ll spend the evening with the other girls. I hope the nun is okay.”

“The sorceress thinks best in my dreams, Igor. None of the others will be able to help, will they?”

“I can’t see how. The dogs will know if more than one person walks in that stairwell. I can go up and down, but no one else unless I carry them. Even then we might be attacked.”

“Hmmm. Four disabled girls and a pack of mutant dogs will make this a challenge. Maybe the sorceress needs to meditate. Go. Let a girl get her beauty sleep. I want to be well-rested for Master.”

I locked the cell-door behind me and went downstairs.