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    "Yes, Master, but I can do it myself," I insisted.


    "Ciara, you are now a possession of ours. We care for our possessions. We will clean you, so it is


    done correctly. When we are not avable to care for you, we will pay others to do it for us," he said.


    "You have done what is expected of you."


    There was a finality to the statement, so I didn''t push it.


    He was right I felt dirty and sticky. I would have wanted to bathe. It wasn''t clear to me how he knew


    that.


    After Master Bane finished washing my body, he washed my hair. I''d never had such a thorough


    cleaning of my scalp. My face was pushed into his chest as he massaged the soap everywhere.


    After aplete rinse job he ran a light oil from roots to tips.


    All in all, it was a far cry from the quick showers I''d taken at the motel.


    Once he was done bathing me my captor got a jar off one of the shelves in the room. I was bent


    over as he rubbed it''s contents over mybia, into my vagina, and into my ass. It tingled a little at


    first, but it seemed to dull the soreness substantially.


    Master Bane noticed several ces where someone''s hands must have dug too excitedly into my


    hips. He carefully treated those with the cream. Making a sound of disgust he rubbed the cream all


    over my sore arm. Deep bruises showed where Master Evan''s hands had been. Whatever the


    cream was made the marks lighten immediately.


    Both my hands received the same treatment with the cream. Some of the redness went away, but


    they still looked cracked and dry. I assumed it was because my hands had been like this for months.


    Master Bane seemed irritated that they didn''t heal quickly like the rest of me.


    Once he had looked me overpletely and was satisfied he dried me.


    The technology they had here amazed me. The soft linen looking towel he used seemed to suck the


    water off of me. When he used it on my hair it ended up almost dry. I couldn''t imagine what


    something like that would cost on Earth.


    I felt a little dazed and robotic, but Master Bane didn''t seem to notice. I did what he said and that''s


    all that seemed to matter to him. In the back of my mind, I knew I would eventually melt down or


    lose my cool. I just hoped it could be out of the line of sight of these strange men.


    I thought my bath was done, but Master Bane did not. He instructed me to open my mouth and


    rubbed something all over my teeth. It burned a little. After a while, he had me spit it out and rinsed


    my mouth out. It made my teeth feel clean, like I had just been to the dentist.


    The veryst part of my bath was a silky rub. After pulling my hair out of the way, Master Bane


    brusquely rubbed my flesh with a purple goo. The purple faded as the cream sunk in. It didn''t leave


    my skin oily, but it gave me a silky glow. In any other circumstance I would have felt pampered.


    I was instructed to follow Master Bane as he walked into the main room. For a moment my mind


    screamed at me to resist and to refuse. They had no right to do this, I was not a creature to be


    bought and sold. I took a second too long and Master Bane turned to look at me.


    My feet started to move toward him before he could repeat his order. At least it appeared my body


    had the right survival instinct. Making a stand in the bathroom was probably a bad idea.


    In the main room the others were already seated at the semicircr tables. Five cups sat around


    the table as did empty tes. I noticed a cushion on the floor between Master Evan and Master


    Damien. I had a feeling I knew where I would take my meals. Master Bane''s hands on my shoulders


    guided me to kneel between his two brothers.


    Master Bane left the room and returned with the white linen back around his waist. I noted all the


    men had put the coverings back over themselves. I was wishing I had something to wear.


    It wasn''t that I was cold. The room was a fine temperature. I just felt so exposed kneeling on the


    floor.


    I jumped when a door opened to the outside and a man walked in carrying arge tray. White light


    streamed in from the door, presumably from the sun. The man that entered was thin andpared


    to mypanions he was short.


    He greeted my captors politely and sat the tray in front of Master Damien. Still naked with just my


    cuffs, I felt embarrassed, but he never looked at me. He walked back out, politely closing the door


    behind him.


    "Ciara," Master Evan said looking down at me, "you will be punished if you behave that way again.


    It is inappropriate."


    I was shocked. I hadn''t moved once the man walked in. I must have looked confused because


    Master Damien rified.


    "We did not exin that rule Evan, Ciara is still new. Do not look at other men. You may look at us


    in the presence of other men or at the floor, but never look at them. Unless we allow you to, you are


    not speak to other men, either. Do you understand?"


    I nodded and was rebuked with a slight noise from across the table. Nodding didn''t mean anything


    here.


    "Yes, Master Damien, I understand," I said resting back on my heels.


    No one said that was inappropriate so I just stayed that way.


    The tray the man had delivered was uncovered and it smelled delicious. My stomach rumbled


    hungrily and Master Evan looked curiously at me.


    "What noise did you just make?" he asked.


    "My stomach makes that noise when I''m hungry, Master Evan," I told him.


    "I wish to hear it again," Master Damien said turning toward me.


    "I can''t make it happen, Master Damien," I said, suddenly afraid they might not believe me. "It just


    happens sometimes when I''m really hungry."


    They sat and stared at me for a moment, but seemed to ept the answer.


    The men each loaded their tes and started to eat as I watched. I wondered if I would be allowed


    food. I wouldn''tst long if I wasn''t. They seemed to understand my physiology, so they must know


    that, I reasoned.


    I was interrupted from my musing when Master Damien reached down and offered a chunk of food


    to me. I tried to take it in my hands and was rebuked. I opened my mouth and he ced the morsel


    inside.


    The food tasted strange, not quite spicy, just very rich and meaty. Master Evan took a sip from his


    cup and then offered it to my lips. I didn''t raise my hands to help him this time. I was getting the


    idea.


    The liquid inside the cup wasn''t water, it tasted closer to wine. I''d never had anything other than the


    cheap stuff my mother drank and that was awful. This was slightly sweet and ran easily over my


    tongue. I was d when he offered me more.


    "It must drink this now," Master Kein said picking up a small cup off the tray.


    Master Kein smelled the cup and wrinkled his nose. Master Damien took the small cup also sniffing


    at it, raising an eyebrow.


    I started to dread whatever was in that cup. When Master Damien brought it to my lips, I almost


    backed away. Master Evan''s hand on my back stopped me and I looked up at him.


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    "Take what we offer you, Ciara," he said gesturing.


    Master Damien brought the cup to my lips slowly. He tilted it and the liquid ran into my mouth. It


    tasted medicinal, almost like when you get a Tylenol stuck in the back of your throat. Thankfully


    there was very little in amount, so I downed what he gave me quickly.


    "Do not attempt to refuse us again, Ciara," Master Damien warned. "You will take this everyday."


    "Yes, Master Damien," I said quietly.


    The meal continued with Master Damien and Master Evan feeding themselves and then feeding


    me.


    There was a wide variety on the tray the man had brought. I knew nothing about the quality of food


    here, but it seemed to be much better than I was used to eating. It was quite good.


    The meal seemed to divided into courses. We had started with what tasted like meat. Next they fed


    me what I thought of as fruit. The juicy brown junks were sweet and sour all at once. I liked it a lot.


    Other things on the tray were less enjoyable to me. Some of it tasted like breads dipped in gravy.


    That was not my favorite. It was soggy and had a weird texture. The men seemed to pay attention


    to my facial expressions as I ate.


    All in all, there was so much food. I was used to eating a te of instant rice and tipping a little soup


    over it for vor. Sometimes I just ate a bowl of cereal and called that a meal. I never had the


    variety or quantity of food I was being offered now.