When Bradford and Davis came back, Davis helped me up into a sitting position and put a medicine cup to my lips. “Drink up, bitch.” I had no clue what he was trying to drug me with, but I wasn’t going to take it easily. “Fuck you.” “You already have, and you will again. Take the fucking medicine.” I squirmed, trying to turn my head away. “What is it?” Bradford moved in behind me and pulled on my hair, forcing my head back. He gripped my jaw with his other hand and forced it open, and Davis poured it down my throat. “Triple dose of a laxative,” Bradford said when I’d finally swallowed. “We’re going to keep that all nice and cleaned out so we can make use of your ass as often as we want.” He untied my wrists and they used the rope to lead me to a bathroom. As a team, they untied me while restraining me with their superior strength, then proceeded to groom me. They brushed my teeth and had me gargle. They scrubbed my face. They shaved my legs and armpits and pussy.
