“Come on Odessa,” she said lovingly, “I will help you clean up.” She reached down and took my arm and helped me off my butt and into a standing position. I could feel eyes on me, people knew I was vulnerable. Suddenly, I knew that it was more dangerous to look hurt than be hurt. So I stood up straight and stifled my crying. I held onto to Prisha’s hand while we walked. She didn’t say anything, just held my hand closely. She guided me towards her cell. Soon, we were inside and it felt like I had a little bit of privacy. I flopped down on the toilet and put my head in my hands.
“Stand up for a second Odessa,” Prisha said in a soft, sweet, almost mothering voice. I did what she asked. I stood up in front of the toilet. She came and stood in front of me, “Okay honey, I am going to take your clothes off. I know you have had a rough day, but I wanted to ask first. I am going to help clean you off,” she said.
“Okay,” I responded meekly. I indicated I should put my arms in the air and I did. She grabbed onto the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head. I felt the cold, wet piss against my face as it slid off. She tossed it onto the floor. It was very yellow and I felt my stomach turn. But Prisha wasn’t finished. She got down on her knees in front of me and untied my pants. Then she carefully slid them down my legs. When they were around my ankles she lifted one foot and then the other, and pulled the pants away. They were wet as well and she threw them on top of my tank top.
“Your bra and panties are wet too,” she explained, “I am going to take them off as well.” I just nodded. She was still on her knees and so she reached up and grabbed my panties and pulled them down. I was mortified to see my cock was still hard, standing out proud into Prisha’s face. I was still horny from the degradation, I couldn’t believe it. I felt like crying again. But Prisha pretended she didn’t notice, simply slipped off my wet panties and threw them aside. I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. I slid it off and handed it to Prisha. She threw it with the rest of my clothes. We were both standing now, my cock just a few inches from Prisha’s body.
“You are beautiful,” Prisha said, “Nothing bad should ever happen to you.” We both blushed when she said this. It was such a sweet thing to say, I didn’t know how to respond. It was so lovely, after Penny seemingly took away my dignity, that Prisha could help put it back so easily.
“Thank you,” I managed to squeak.
“Go ahead and sit back down,” she said sweetly, and I did as I was told. I sat on the toilet a little cold and clammy. My cock was sticking up hard between my legs. My hair was still wet with cum and piss and I could smell myself. Prisha walked over to her bed and grabbed a large washcloth
The toilets in our prison were these sort of weird toilet/sink contraptions. I know, totally gross. But I didn’t have a choice. As Prisha walked over and stood next to me, she turned on the water in the sink. She had a cup to fill with water. While she was waiting for the water to warm she asked me, “What exactly happened.” And so I was off. I told her about everything that happened. First I told her about Penny, the asshole licking, and the pissing. But then I couldn’t stop. I told her everything about the guard on the first day too, all of the gory details. I told it slowly, methodically, trying to get it all out of me.
At the same time, Prisha was listening intently, nodding and making the appropriate noises. But she was cleaning too. She dipped the wash cloth into the warm water, put some liquid soap on it, and began to scrub my body. She started down at my feet, gently squeezing them in the soapy water. She sort of draped the wash cloth over her hand like a big, wet, rough glove. She scrubbed into my legs as I cried and confessed. Her hands moved up my thighs, getting them wet and soapy. Occasionally she’d go back to the sink to wring out the cloth and get more soap. She washed body of my arms next, lifting them up and cradling them gently.
I didn’t even skip a beat as she put her hands on my breasts, carefully cleaning them, pulling up every last drip of piss on my skin their. But I felt my nipples getting harder. They got harder still as her hands with the rough wash cloth moved over my stomach. Finally, the only place on my front that was dirty was my cock. I’d finished telling her everything now. I waited to see what she’d do. I wanted her to clean it, to feel her hands on it. It was so strange, because I still felt terrible about what had happened to me. But I was horny too. And I felt so good with Prisha, she felt so warm and loving. I felt safe, like she was taking care of me.
“The guard did almost the exact same thing to me,” she said quietly, wringing water out of her rag and putting more soap on it. “I can’t say that I enjoyed it, but…”
“But it made you horny?” I asked quickly and she nodded, blushing. I knew what she was feeling and it was such a strange, hateful and sexy feeling.
“Listen honey,” she said, stopping for a moment, “I told you to go to Penny’s room. I thought you’d give her a blowjob, have a little thrill, and feel better. I didn’t know she would do all that. I am sorry.”
“I don’t blame you,” I said, confused, “Penny is a bitch, that isn’t your fault,” I explained. I looked into her eyes and saw the remorse there. I was touched by it. She’d been taking care of me since I got to this place, she was the kind of friend I really needed. Someone to confide it, someone who would understand how jarring this place was.
“I thought before I came here that I was not interested in sex,” Prisha explained, “That it was dirty and bad. And when I first got here, I got that confirmed. I was hurt, badly. And then things got better. I learned that I didn’t just like sex, I loved it. I need it and crave it. That knowledge still embarrasses me, but I know it now. And I saw you here, and I saw some of myself in you. And I have just been so afraid that if no one let you know, that you would think it was only the bad things.” She said, working the soap into my hair, “I thought maybe if I could protect you, it would make me feel better about not protecting myself. But I failed. I just don’t want you to have to be scared like I was. I thought if I told you to go to Penny’s room that you’d ease into it. I am sorry”
“You haven’t done anything wrong!” I said, “It wasn’t your job to protect me. That is just silly.”
“I know,” she said, “But it is how I feel.”
“Don’t feel guilty,” I said. And slowly she helped me get back into a seated position, “You’re like my favorite person here.” I explained. She smiled and then, as though she couldn’t control herself, she threw her arms around me. She hugged me closely. I was wet and naked, but I felt her warmth and her love.