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I took the hand held shower rose from it's holder, and turned on the water to a fast and steady stream of (just a little too) hot water. I sat on the edge of the bath, and directed the stream of water onto her, spraying her from head to toe. She wailed at first as she got used to the hot water, but got used to it before long. "Use the soap Lauren, or I'll scrub you raw with steel wool" I threatened, wondering if I was joking. To her credit, she did a pretty good job, considering her restrictions from the restraints. I had to help her wash her hair a little, but that was okay. I turned off the shower, lifted her by the hands, her legs most useless from her exhaustion. I wasn't aware that taking a beating and being fucked a couple of times could tire out a 14 year old so much, but I was apparently wrong.
Anyway, I sat her of the edge of the bath and lifted her hands above her head, securing them the shower rail. I had reinforced it to ensure that it could hold the weight of a protesting young child, so I had no reservations about it this time. I pulled the chains making her stand, then adjusted the length so that she was only just touching the ground, balancing on the balls of her feet, and then left the room to retrieve more equipment.