Bath for a Princess

drowning / quadruple amputee / non-con / f/f / lesbian / execution / gagging

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I awoke in my new room, to a text from Emily. She wanted me to “take care”—as in, permanently—of the three amputees we’ve been keeping. I was happy to do it. Feeding and cleaning up after three limbless girls was a pain, and it’s not like Emily needed extra cash. One unusual thing about the text, though, was how Emily said I could keep one of the girls if I wanted, but I’d have to be responsible for her. I wasn’t sure why I would need that kind of trouble, but when I slipped out of my new bed, I realized the room was a little lonely.

I moved into the facility last week, and was given my own room. It was no different from the cells, except mine had a lock on the inside. A weird feeling, to sleep here, but the bed was large and I was provided a full wardrobe, all amenities, even a TV. I could keep a girl here; it’s not like she could, well, run away. Not without any limbs.

The job would be less messy than usual, so I chose to wear my Lana Del Rey t-shirt, a knee-length skirt, and my favorite vans, then grabbed my work bag and left for the amputee room. Over the three months of working here I learned to keep all the useful items on me. In the work bag, I had a bunch of zipties, some gloves, scissors, tape, even some butt plugs and other such things.

I stopped just before the amputee room and pulled out the files, then glanced through them. We kept the girls in one room together so they could at least talk to each other, since living a limbless life was bound to get boring. Still, from what I’d seen in the files, it was supposed to be a punishment. I wondered how badly you’d have to piss off Emily to end up with your limbs removed.

The files had the answer. First girl, Jane, cute tomboy cop, twenty four years old, attempted an escape, and killed one of the workers in the process. Maybe that’s even the reason I got hired in the first place. File says she was a detective, small but very fit, and after Emily ordered the amputation Jane stopped causing trouble. She just accepted her fate at that point.

The other girl, Audrie, thirty two years old, kept trashing her room and destroying everything before the amputation, forcing us to clean it up. She was apparently the daughter of a wealthy man, and Emily had hoped Audrie would have appeal as a pseudo-princess, but it seems no one was really interested in her death, and even less so after the amputations. And she never stopped giving us trouble, either. I’d take care of her first… I had just the idea for it.

With the last girl, the file was surprisingly empty. Her name was Jiqui, a pudgy-faced Asian girl with a large… chest, and that’s about all I could find out. If I were to guess, that usually means she’s tied to Emily’s private life, and Emily was an extremely secretive person, and with good reason. She was basically an internationally wanted mass murderer, after all. I’m guessing this Jiqui did something to her. Who could say?

I punched in the code to the room, and held my breath, steeled myself, and entered.

The first thing that always hit you in that room was the smell of piss. It just wasn’t viable for one of us to sit there all day to be serving these women who were basically the worst of the prisoners. The second thing was the relative warm atmosphere of the room – the murmur of the TV, bright yellow lighting, and a large, fluffy double bed where two of the girls lay on their backs.

Such an uncanny look. Human bodies weren’t meant to be this way, and the grotesque juxtaposition of the inviting room against the naked female bodies that seemed more akin to those CPR mannequins. It made their heads seem so large. I never thought a head was almost half the size of a torso.

I took a step inside, and almost tripped over a third girl.

Jane was chest-down on the ground, by the door, looking at me. I could see heavy strain on her face, and dawning fear.

“Going somewhere?” I said, closing the door behind me, just in front of Jane’s face. She was so close, but would never be able to unlock it; the keypad was simply out of reach.

She broke off eye contact, and stared, sullen, at the door. I could see the soft line of her back and shoulder blades, and her buttocks, nice and round. I knelt down and slipped my hand under her belly. I could feel the outline of her abs on my fingers. They were tense, shaking, partially from my cold touch, and partially from the fact that any semblance of movement put tremendous strain on their stomach muscles. It was a wonder she made it this far; it must have taken a long time.

All for a pointless endeavor.

I lifted her up to my chest and stood. She was warm and soft as a heated pillow. Her butt rested against my belly as I carried her to the bed, and set her down next to Jiqui and Audrie.

Audrie’s eyes fluttered open. Her face washed over with momentary confusion of those just awoken, before she took on her usual contemptuous stare. “You.” She almost hissed that word.

“Morning, Audrie. And Jiqui.”

The Asian lady never made eye contact, never spoke. Perhaps Emily just broke her spirit.

As for Audrie… “It’s about time. I need to use the restroom. And where’s breakfast?”

Indeed, I would be holding a tray of food if this were a typical morning. Jane’s face was awash with dawning terror, but Audrie was oblivious.

I kicked off my shoes and stretched. “Well, today we’ll be starting with a bath.”

That satisfied her. “Get on with it, then. And find my hairbrush, the one with the pearls. The one you use irritates my scalp.”

Her arms had been amputated slightly below the shoulder, so when I bent to pick her up, she stretched out the stumps. That sight gave me a momentary feeling of dread, like I was working for a monster. I knew I was, but still, Emily was so sweet in person. Either way, I gripped the small butt of the princess and she hung over my shoulder as I carried her to the bathroom. Inside, I lifted up the toilet seat with my foot (quite a feat of balance), and put her down to do her business.

“Get out,” she commanded.

“I’ve got better things to do than watch you on the toilet, Audrie,” I said, which made her go red in the face, a funny contrast to her blond hair. Before I left, I plugged the bathtub and got the water running.

Back in the main room, it was just me, Jane, and Jiqui. I placed my bag on the bed and started to get the tools out while the running water made that homely, muted hissing sound through the door.

“So, Jane,” I said, and looked over my shoulder at the TV. “Enjoying the news, I see?”

“It looks terrible,” she said, and sucked in the side of her cheek. She was such a cute tomboy. “What’s happening with the world?”

“I know, right?” I placed a pair of zipties on Jane’s flat stomach. She curled it on reflex, showing a glimpse of those abs for a moment. “You know, a plague quarantine was a cover story for this operation, but now it’s actually happening. Aren’t you lucky to be in here, with us, where it’s safe?”

Jane gave me a long, terrified, resigned look. Then, she said, “Please, do it quickly.”

“Eager? Well, you’ve gotta wait your turn. Don’t go anywhere, all right?” I picked up a butt plug and returned to the bathroom. Audrie was finished; I helped her get clean and flushed the toilet, then picked her up and gently placed her into the bathtub.

“It’s hot,” she said. Her pussy twitched on contact with the water. The faucet was still running. The non-slip padding on the tub helped her stay upright, with the water just up to the line of her small breasts.

“So, how are you doing, Audrie?” I said, to pass the time as the tub filled up.

“I’m hungry. And why do I have to share the room with those two idiots? One of them doesn’t talk, and the other is so dull, I wish she would shut up forever.”

“You’ll be happy to know I’ll be making some changes,” I said as I stepped out of my skirt and pulled my t-shirt up over my head.

“Good. Why are you undressing?”

“We’re having a bath, aren’t we?”

“No. Stay out of my water.” She commanded so naturally, I almost obeyed.

But she wasn’t the boss. I put my bra on the pile of clothes, and stepped into the tub, then lowered myself into the water, holding up Audrie between my legs. Her back and then butt rubbed against my pussy, and her hair was against my shoulder. She was the oldest of the girls here, and yet looked the youngest – must have taken great care of her skin.

She fidgeted. “Don’t you have a bath somewhere else? Must I share my water with you?”

I pinched her nipple. She yelped, splashing the water. “Get away!”

“Shh,” I said. “Be nice, now.”

“Fuck off!”

The water was still running, making a thunderous rumbling noise. The tub was a deep one. Audrie floated, just her shoulders above the water level, and she was pretty much on top of me. “I told you to be nice.” I held her to my chest, and from below, I took the butt plug and searched for her butthole with my finger.

“Stop!”

I found it; it twitched when I did. So I slid the plug right inside. Audrie arched her back. Her whole body shook. The plug scraped against the floor of the tub. She started fidgeting, trying to force it out.

“It’s for your own enjoyment,” I said. “Try to have fun. I’m sure you missed playing with yourself, after you lost your hands.” I hugged her tight to my body, my legs crossed over her stomach, one hand playing with her nipples, the other touching her down there. She squealed. She did her best not to moan, but I could feel every bit of her body; I was all around her, I was touching most of her, and every little shiver of her body sent a wave of pleasure through my pussy.

“All right,” I said. “I hope you’re ready.”

“What?”

I held her belly firmly with my left hand, and pet her head with my right hand. I stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek. “Let’s start the fun.”

Her neck muscles were the only thing that could resist me. It wasn’t nearly enough. I simply pressed down, and she was underwater, held by my crossed legs as though in a cage. The water became a chaotic mess of bubbles and foam. She thrashed against me, coiled her body. The butt plug smashed against the tub. The intensity of her movements against my body made my pussy warm with intense pleasure, I squeezed my legs, curled my toes. My pussy was pulsing just as fast as Audrie’s entire body. I felt her stomach with my hand; her muscles were softer to the touch now, she was beginning to get tired. I slipped two fingers inside her and tried my best to give her some pleasure, although the water made it difficult to feel if my fingers were hitting the spot. I had to rely on cues from her body, so I hugged her tightly, my own face almost submerged, foam spraying around my nose.

She kept thrashing, but slower now. Her head was doing most of it, rubbing against my chest and nipples. I touched her face underwater with my hand. Her mouth was open, her tongue was out, a little soft bit of warmth in the water. I touched it, stuck my fingers in her mouth. She didn’t have the strength to close it. Her body made a large shudder of revulsion in response to my fingers. I went deeper. Her gag reflex jolted her entire body. I went deeper with the fingers of my other hand, too. She jolted again, and again, her body reflexes completely overwhelmed. The intensity of what she must have felt… So many feelings at once, the most intense overload of all the senses, all kinds of pleasure and agony in one. The two fingers I had inside her pussy touched something, and her body shuddered again. And again. She was coming in the water, with the last bits of energy her body had to give, she was having an orgasm. Her pussy throbbed so fast, I could feel it push water through the palm of my hand, a little shuddering current created by the last efforts of her body. I had to feel it myself. I wanted to feel some of this intensity.

I turned Audrie over on her side. She was still climaxing, I could see her face through the water, her mouth stretched wide, her eyes staring ahead, the muscles on her face tensed in pleasure and despair. I spread my legs and touched her pussy against mine, then forced my fingers into her throat to trigger that sweet reflex. It worked like a charm, a natural, automatic response of a dying body doing what it was programmed to do.

Her shudder became a physical sensation I’ve never felt before, never could have imagined. She wasn’t like a vibrator, or even another human being; she was soft, she was warm, but her movements were mechanical. She was in the moment of death and climax at once. I could never feel something like this during sex, or masturbation, it was one of a kind. I inhaled out of surprise. Tendrils of pleasure shot through my nervous system, they spread like an electric current all the way to the tips of my toes forcing me to spread my toes wide, I gasped, my legs hammered at the tub mechanically from the wonderful climax I experienced thanks to Audrie’s final, dying twitches of drowning, gagging, and coming.

And then it was over.

I was out of breath. My arms and legs felt like rubber. Audrie floated face-down in the tub, her butt sticking out of the water, the black plug upright in there, and I was panting, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“God,” I muttered, removed the butt plug, and clambered out of the tub.

Yeah, the bathroom was flooded. It was to be expected. I’d take care of it later.

For now, I let the water drain, and left Audrie in there as I wiped myself off with the towel. Its dry bristles gave me pleasure when I rubbed it on my chest and between my legs. The thought of playing with myself again entered my mind, but I cast it off. I still had a job to do.

My clothes, the ones I left on the opposite side of the bathroom, were soaked. Of course. I wrapped my hair in the towel tightly, and simply walked out naked.

Jane’s eyes lingered on my bare chest for a split-second, before she cast them down.

“What?”

She didn’t answer.

“Well,” I said, “It’s your turn.”

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End of Part 1.

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- Stillwater