Conquering Lazar by Alta Hensley Page B

She rocked from side to side and moaned. She couldn't focus on Briar anymore. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, Briar reached under her and began rubbing her lower abdomen. The position was awkward, since Briar was still also on all fours, but it was obvious she was more worried about Elbi's comfort than her own.
    "Just take deep breaths," Briar soothed, as she continued to lightly massage Elbi's lower belly. The massage seemed to help—but not enough.
    "Ahhh I can't! I can't hold it any longer." Elbi panicked. She knew that if she released her enema, a belt lashing would follow. And she knew she was not nearly as strong as Briar. Clenching her bottom only made the nozzle in the enema feel more intense. But if she didn't, she feared what would happen.
    Briar removed her hand quickly when the door suddenly opened. Mistress Tula came storming in and placed two buckets in front of both of them. "Evacuate your bowels in the buckets. Two guards are on the other side of the door to take you both back to your quarters." She walked away and back to the door. "Tell your guardians that you are cleansed for them and prepared if they desire to take you in the asshole." The door slammed closed behind her.
    Elbi didn't waste any time, nor did Briar. They both sat on their buckets and allowed the explosive release. Even though Elbi was doing this in front of her friend, the humiliation was excruciating. She tried not to look at Briar, even though their buckets were almost touching.
    As they both exited the room in shame, neither said a word to each other. Elbi had no choice but to head to Malachi's rooms and hope this incident would just disappear.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    "Thank you for bringing her home," Malachi told the soldier escorting her to the door.
    "Not a problem, sir." The soldier started to walk away, then stopped and turned around. "There was an incident between her and Briar you may want to talk to her about," he said, crushing any chance Elbi had of hiding it from Malachi. "I do believe Mistress Tula handled it, though."
    Malachi tilted his head and examined Elbi, who'd suddenly frozen in her spot. "Thank you again for escorting her home." He then reached for her hand and pulled her inside the small house.
    She glanced down and blushed, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
    "Would you like to tell me what happened today?" he asked, wasting no time.
    She took a deep breath and decided that the only chance of this evening ending well was to be honest. "Briar ended training because she said she didn't feel well, but when I asked her about it, she said she was fine. But then she told me she had heard some scary information while eavesdropping on Donte, and I was trying to find out what it was." Elbi realized she'd been holding her breath while telling the story, and forced herself to exhale slowly. She knew she was rambling, but she was trying to say as much as she could before losing her courage. "I guess we got the attention of Nico and Mistress Tula, and well…" She took another deep breath. "Mistress Tula made us follow her to the main building."
    "For what purpose?" Malachi walked over to a chair and sat down, a contemplative look on his face.
    "To examine Briar, to make sure she wasn't ill."
    "Why did she have you come along?"
    "She wanted to make sure I didn't catch anything from Briar, I guess."
    "Is that all?"
    "No. Mistress Tula discovered that Briar was no longer a virgin. She spanked… actually, more like whipped Briar for it. When she went to tell Donte the news, she made Briar and I wait while receiving an…" Elbi couldn't get out the last word. Humiliation washed over her.
    Malachi raised an eyebrow, anger clearly forming on his face. "What? While receiving what?"
    "An… an enema. She wanted me to tell you that I have been cleansed for you now." If embarrassment could kill, Elbi would be dead.
    He slammed his hand down on the table and stood there, with fury in his eyes.