Chapter 06: Zara's New Life Continues

Zara was brought to a big room that was covered in white tiles from floor to ceiling, and shower heads were sticking out from the wall.

“A filthy whore like you has to be cleaned,” Horny said and then tied her to a metal pole near the wall.

Then he walked away, and a few minutes later, he returned with another human woman, whom he led by the leash, all fours.

She was a blonde girl with huge tits. They were so big they almost touched the floor as she crawled, and her eyes were vacant, focused only on the sound of Horny’s footsteps.

“She is Abigail,” Horny pointed at the girl, “She has been here for more than a year now. You will learn how to be a good bitch like her.”

“Woof!” Abigail barked.

“Good girl,” Horny patted her head and then took the leash off her.

“You two need some cleaning. I will start with Abigail,” Horny said. “Then it will be your turn, Zara. Look how she endures it and learn from her.”

“Woof!” the girl barked again.

Then the bull boy brought a garden hose and inserted the end into Abigail’s asshole before turning it on.

The water hit Abigail with a sudden, violent hiss, a pressurized jet that forced her body to arch instinctively against the cold tiles. She didn’t scream; instead, she let out a series of rhythmic, needy whimpers, her fingers scratching uselessly at the floor as her stomach began to bloat slightly from the intake.

And then, her stomach bloated further.

Zara expected Hrony to pull the hose out, but instead, he just smiled and began to jerk himself off.

A minute later, the blonde girl began to vomit the water out with a gargling sound. As the pressurized flow finally slowed, Abigail collapsed into a heap of shuddering limbs and sodden skin, her chest heaving. She didn’t look traumatized; she looked expectant. Her vacant eyes drifted toward Horny.

Zara watched in horror.

“Now it’s your turn,” he smiled.

He forced Zara onto all fours while still being tied to the pole. Abigail helped to hold her down.

Zara didn’t beg them to stop. She knew it was futile at this point.

She winced as the hose had been inserted into her asshole. Then braced herself for the inevitable.

“Hold her steady, Abigail,” Horny commanded.

The water didn’t come in a gentle stream; it hit like a physical blow, a cold, pressurized surge that felt as though it were trying to rearrange her internal organs. Zara’s breath hitched, her ribs drumming against the hard tiles as the fluid forced its way deep into her colon. She tried to tense her muscles, to fight the intrusion, but Abigail’s weight was firm across her shoulders, the blonde girl’s skin slick and cool against her back. Every time Zara tried to arch away, Abigail shifted, pinning her down with a mindless, instinctive efficiency.

“Keep her still,” Horny murmured.

Zara could feel the pressure rising in her stomach as it began to expand, the cold water filling her with a heavy, sloshing weight that made her feel bloated and vulnerable. It was a visceral, invasive sensation that pushed against her internal walls, forcing her to gasp for air in short, jagged bursts. She tried to focus on the white tiles beneath her cheek, but the sheer volume of the water was overwhelming, turning her lower half into a pressurized vessel.

She knew what was about to come. She knew her belly wouldn’t hold it any longer.

The first spasm was a violent, involuntary contraction that rippled through her entire midsection, forcing a guttural sound from her throat. Zara’s abdominal wall strained against the sudden volume, her skin stretching taut as the water reached its limit. Then, the dam broke. The release was not a gradual leak but a torrential surge, a pressurized eruption that flooded the white tiles beneath her. The sound was loud and chaotic in the sterile room, a rushing torrent that mirrored the one that had just filled her.

Once her belly was empty again, she collapsed against the tiles, her breathing ragged. The cold water had left her shivering, her muscles twitching from the sudden shock of the pressure. Beside her, Abigail let out a soft, contented sigh, still leaning her weight against Zara as if they were two animals huddling for warmth in a storm. The blonde girl’s vacant expression hadn’t changed, but there was a strange, maternal quality to the way she licked a stray drop of water off Zara’s shoulder, a mindless gesture of comfort in the middle of the sterile room.