Given to the Savage(47)

“There, we’ll let that sit for a few minutes.”

They both stepped back and the nurse busied herself with going over some instructions with Dr. Stone.

“If I lay you on the bed, are you going to stay?” Silas asked.

Without daring to meet his eyes, she nodded, her face burning red as he shifted her carefully, laying her on the bed with a pillow beneath her belly to lift her bottom. All the while she was very aware of the thermometer sticking out from between her bottom cheeks.

“Just another minute, Rowan,” Dr. Stone said.

She didn’t reply but kept her face turned away, her arms tucked tight beneath her. She understood that they were helping her, that the selenium she had been drinking had been too high a dosage and that they needed to do what they were doing, what they were about to do, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating.

“How long once we do this for the effects of the selenium to wear off?” Silas asked Dr. Stone.

“As soon as it’s out of her system, she’ll be back to normal. Probably tired after all this but that’s all. Nurse, stay with the patient for a moment,” Dr. Stone said. “Silas, come with me.”

They went out the back door with the doctor talking too quietly for her to hear what they were saying, but she had a pretty good idea what they were about to do. For a moment, her thoughts went to Kara. She had known about the selenium but hadn’t said anything to her or to anyone else. She only hoped Kara wouldn’t get into trouble now for her silence.

Dr. Stone walked back inside with Silas following shortly after.

“I’m just going to remove the thermometer,” he said.

Rowan remained still while he slid it out of her bottom.

“Good. Temperature is just a few degrees more than it should be. Once we empty her, it will be back to normal. Nurse,” he said.

Rowan imagined they were preparing for the next part and she buried her face deeper into the pillow.

“Rowan, I need you to pull your knees up underneath you. It will be the easiest way to do this.”

She felt Silas hand on her back as the bed sank under his weight. He massaged gently and spoke quietly. “It’s ok, it’s almost over,” he said. “Slide your knees up for me. It’s ok, they’re here to help you. It won’t be like at the colony, I promise.” The last part he whispered close to her ear. It comforted her, as did his hand softly rubbing her back, and, without looking at him or at anyone else, she slowly pulled her knees up underneath her and waited.

“A little wider, please,” the doctor said.

If it were possible to disappear into the mattress, she wanted that now.

“Rowan,” came Silas’ quiet urging. She spread her knees wider, her face hot with embarrassment.

“I’m going to lubricate your bottom hole and I’ve already done so with the tubing. Try to relax,” Dr. Stone said. “It might feel cool at first but it shouldn’t hurt and it will make it easier for me to insert the tubing.”

“Relax, it will be ok,” Silas coaxed, his breath close to her ear, his hand at her back rubbing and warning at the same time.

Dr. Stone lubricated her bottom hole and soon she felt the tip of the tubing press against it. She groaned, trying to squirm away when it penetrated, but Silas kept rubbing her back all along, the pressure just firm enough to remind her to hold still.

“Almost done, just a few more inches. Does it hurt?”

Rowan only shook her head, her hands covering her face, which was still buried in the mattress.

“You’re doing so well,” Silas said.

“Ok, we’re just going to start the water flow. It’s warm with a solution inside it that will help bind the toxins. You’ll feel full as we empty the bag but you’ll only have to hold it for a little bit and then it will be over.”

Rowan didn’t move, she simply lay there while the water began to flow, warmth filling her. When she began to groan and shift her hips as it became more and more uncomfortable, Silas’ whispers and caresses calmed her. She shifted her hips from side to side, unsure how she could take any more when it was finally over.

“There,” the doctor said. “I’m going to remove the tubing and plug your bottom to help you hold it.”

Her eyes opened wide at that but when her back stiffened, Silas’ hand moved between her shoulder blades, pressing her firmly to the bed while the tube was removed and a different intrusion was immediately pressed into her bottom hole.

“You can lay her on her side, Silas. She might be more comfortable.”

Without asking her, Silas stood and rolled her onto her side and covered her with the blanket, tucking it up to her shoulders.