Chapter Seven
In the morning, the trio were released from the vault and brought upstairs where they were undressed, and allowed to bathe in the salty, soothing ocean waters. The fresh dip revived their faith in life. And though the exhilaration was short-lived, they knew it was far more luxury than they should expect from any master. Bathing again in tubs of soapy water, each slave was given a quick enema bag to cleanse the insides of their asses. Once the contents were eliminated in the latrine, they were ready to dress for the day. This time, they were required to dress themselves with each other’s help; something as best friends they’d done many times before for proms, first dates and weddings—though the experience was never like this.
In other circumstances, they might have been pro
