The girls were jolted from their sleep by the overhead light in the room flashing irregularly on and off and the Girl’s voice coming from an Amazon Echo speaker bracketed to the wall.
“Wakey, wakey… Wakey wakey,”
“Handwash each other quickly please, dry each other off and stand ready by your cot for inspection. No need for hair washes this morning.”
“You may pee and poo if you must”.
The girl repeated the instructions -and added: “Take care not to wash off your numbers.
“Two, take One’s cuffs off, please. You all have ten minutes”.
A few moments later the Girl bustled in, slamming the door behind her, the four candidates had rushed into the bathroom and grabbed soap and flannels. Two and Three had already finished washing themselves down and were busy towelling themselves dry. “Gosh, he’ll notice y’know,” said the Girl – pointing to the tiny camera in the corner of the room: “I did say wash and dry each other – not yourselves”. The girl, not naked this morning, but dressed only in denim dungarees, walked on into the bathroom where the other two were rubbing soapy hands all over each other. “Well, you’ve got the idea girls – but I do think you should try to get to know the others too. You seem to be doing an awful lot together”. They giggled.
“Hurry now – finish up and stand by your beds”. She gestured at Two as she re-entered the bedroom: “Not in your robe dear”.
“Quickly, quickly. Now – when he comes in he will inspect you – present yourselves proudly”.
There was a firm knock at the door. He entered. “Stand still” said the girl. The man kissed her and looked around. “You should all be tidier,” he said, “Two demerits each”. The girl produced the marker pen from the pocket in the apron of her dungarees.
He walked up to One, who was standing tall and straight, feet together, toes touching and hands by her sides. She was taller than the man and looked down into his eyes. They smiled at each other. He stepped back: “You don’t stand like that,” he said, “not for inspection,” he indicated the girl opposite her; “look at Two”.
Two was standing with her legs uncomfortably wide apart and had cupped her breasts in her hands, holding them straight ahead of her. Her nipples had been tweaked erect. She was looking at the floor. One hurriedly copied.
“You don’t have breasts to speak of” he said, “just put your hands behind your back. And eye-contact is fine”.
He looked her up and down, He reached forward and probed between her legs. “She’s almost dry,” He told the girl. “Who got her ready this morning?”. He looked around the room. Five put her hand up, blushed and stuck it down again.
“You are all here to convince me you can be pleasing to me, and anyone like me.” He looked at each of them again “I’m not going to fuck any of you today, but you weren’t to know: How pleasing do you think you would be If your dominant wanted to use you – right now – and discovered he had to waste his or her time warming you up. You all want to be used and be useful don’t you?.” He raised his voice “Well, Don’t you?” They muttered and nodded assent. “Don’t you think you should start the day ready to be useful?”
“So, If you think you might be dry at any point today ask one of your colleagues to check and to make you wet. But only if you actually need it.
“And yes, I know about last night. He said. No more self-masturbation until you leave. Understood?”.
He turned back to One. “Turn round and touch your toes”. He held out his hand and the Girl produced a pack of wet-wipes from her dungaree pocket. He took one and ran it carefully up and down the crack between One’s buttocks. He lifted it out. unstained. He grunted. “Pull your cheeks apart”. He twisted the wet wipe around his index finger and gently pushed just the tip into One’s anus – and then, just as gently – eased it out. The cloth was no longer pristine.
“Not clean. Two demerits. And that would go for her partner too, had she had one. So a further two demerits for that”.
He put a hand on One’s back, holding her down whilst the girl added another six short black strokes to her buttock.
He looked up at the others: “It’s not just your pussy get’s used you know”.
The girls all looked at each other. No-one had, it seemed, taken the morning ablutions seriously enough.
He told One to stand up again and crossed the room to Two. “I see I don’t need to touch you, he said – she’d pushed out her pudendum and it was glistening. He raised her arms, sniffed her armpits and nodded, content. “Touch toes,” he said. A few seconds later he slapped her rump, told her to stand and moved on, satisfied.
Three passed muster too. Five was a different matter. All was well until she bent over. The cloth came up streaked with brown. He didn’t bother to inspect her hole.
“Eight demerits. Mark her.
“Girls, this is why you clean each other. When you’ve got a big arse like Five it can be tricky getting right into the crack – much easier if someone does it for you”.
Five knew that was it. She collapsed on her camp bed and sobbed. It must be over now.
He ignored her. He walked out.