With his show finished, in Anna's eyes, she plunged him into the smelly abyss and began scrubbing him vigorously along the walls. The smell alone would have been enough to make him sick, but he could feel the grime as she worked him and his soapy prison along the first side. He felt panic welling up within him that grew as she moved him deeper into the confines of her ass. Her threat to keep him in this hell for an evening practice rang out in his mind and carried a heftier weight. Through the darkness, he could just barely make out the outline of her anus, and a horrific thought came to the forefront of his mind: the idea of getting lost in such a repulsive area. It filled him with fear, dread, and disgust on new levels that nearly caused him to lose what little composure he had left. Were it not for fear of either getting lost to the darkness around him or falling to his death, and he would have given into the compulsions that were filling his mind.
Terror continued to fill his little body even as Anna withdrew him from the deeper confines of her ass. His prison was withering away little by little, and he honestly wasn't sure how much longer it would last. He could feel it crumbling with every push and pull from Anna. His nerves began outweighing his disgust at having to wash Anna's backside. The stench was still bothering him, but he couldn't shake the fearful feeling that he was about to suffer a worse fate. There was a slight feeling of relief as he realized that Anna had finally finished washing herself. He'd been so wrapped up in his worries that he'd failed to notice that she'd made short work of the opposing wall.
She held him in place for a moment rather than pulling him out of the cavern. He wondered what she was doing, but he didn't have to wonder for long. He was briefly aware of her hand slipping away from his diminishing prison. The next thing he knew, the walls of her cheeks slammed together and pulverized his body. The pressure was unlike anything he'd felt throughout this unwanted adventure. It left as quickly as it had come on, but he panicked as he felt himself start to slide down. Her cheeks slammed shut once again, catching him before he fell, and he felt his chest contort from the pain. Worse than that, though, he realized that Anna's newest game was obliterating what was left of his soapy safety net. The remnants of his prison fell away, leaving his body free once again, but in doing so, caused him to break and scream in an attempt to get Anna to realize what was happening.
Anna hadn't wanted her fun to end. She'd finished giving herself a thorough cleaning with the help of Chad, but it had felt too short for her liking. She had decided to play one last game with her stepfather before giving him a small break. Admittedly, he'd done better and cooperated surprisingly well, all things considered, not that he had much choice in the matter. Still, she was almost impressed, almost being the keyword in that thought. Since he was already getting acquainted with her ass, she decided to show him just how powerful it was compared to him. A simple flex after removing her hand was sure to decimate her little captive, and she could feel him thrashing between her cheeks. It was a good feeling, and so she decided to replicate it after a moment of relaxing. Maybe Chad could help her with her workout routine. She could use a good sweat rag.
She noticed something off after her second attempt. Something was falling from her backside, and it was confirmed by the sounds of something hitting the shower floor. She quickly clenched her cheeks once again in hopes of catching Chad before he fell out, "Shit, hang on, bug boy," she said just as she heard the faint cries for help.
Chad had been about to fall from his humiliating position when Anna clenched her muscles a third time. The impact without the buffer of the soap was much more painful. Something popped, and he let out a howl of pain that was muffled by her flesh. He wondered if these were his last moments, surrounded by his stepdaughter's ass, soaking wet and battered beyond belief. He felt her relax her muscles once more, and he gave himself to the feelings of weightlessness as his body fell away from the walls he'd quickly become accustomed to. His body hurt, even as he fell, but the force from the fall and the heat from the surrounding steam made it almost impossible to scream.
His body made contact with something soft yet firm, something that felt familiar even in his disoriented state. He blinked through the grime, soapy debris, and water that he wasn't sure was from the shower or tears to look around. He was on a hand. Anna had managed to catch him before he fell to his death. Whether it was a merciful response to his screams or luck, he wasn't sure, but he knew that he was alive, and that was something he could take solace in. He felt himself fading in and out of consciousness from the adrenaline wearing off and the exhaustion setting in from his eventful morning. He was vaguely aware of the water being shut off and Anna stepping out of the shower.
"You alright, squirt?" he heard Anna ask, but he couldn't bring himself to reply, "Chad, are you still with me?"
There was something in the tone of her voice that he couldn't quite place. Was it a concern? Surely not, not after everything she'd put him through. He told himself that in spite of her cruel acts, she wasn't evil. She was a girl who'd been hurt by a man whose sole responsibility was supposed to be to look after her and her mother. He felt himself getting set down on the cloth, a rag he guessed, and he tried to sit up to respond. There was a pain in his shoulder, though, and it staggered him. He pushed himself up using his right arm and tried to yell up to her, "I'm here and alive, hurting but alive. I think you might have dislocated something, Anna. It hurts to move my arm."
"You better not-" she began.
"I'm not going to tell anyone about this or what happened, Anna, I promise," he cut her off, "Much as I don't enjoy these little games, I'm not going to taint how your mother sees you."
She closed her mouth and tried to glare at him, but she couldn't quite muster her usual look of contempt. "You're smarter than you look," she said after a moment before softly asking, "What are you going to tell mom and Victoria?"
He tried to shrug and instantly regretted it as a pain shot through him, "I'll tell them I fell while we were talking," he replied with a grimace, "At my size, it doesn't take much to get hurt. Just...please try to be a little more gentle for the rest of the day. Is that asking too much?"
She frowned at him and rolled her eyes, "Fine, you big baby," she replied, "Only because you already said you wouldn't rat me out. Come on, let's get you washed, and then you can take a nap or whatever dumbass thing you want to do for a little while."
"Thank you, Anna," he said.
"Yeah, yeah," she said as she gingerly scooped him up, "You're still going to be spending some time with me today, and we're going to have a little chat later on. Got it?"
It was better than what he had been expecting. He nodded as she carefully moved him closer to the sink, "Yes, Anna," he replied.
As she turned the water on and checked the temp, he pondered on everything that had happened. He wasn't sure if he was fooling himself or if she really did seem to be showing some sincere concern with him. He hoped that it was true, and if it was, then maybe he could find some way to connect with her. Their talk earlier had gone better than he had hoped, so maybe that was the key to forming some kind of connection. If he could do that, then perhaps some good could come out of this nightmare. For now, though, he would accept this bath from her and fall into some much-needed sleep. Strange as it was, he felt confident that she would keep him safe for the time being. Maybe he could get some rest. He would find out soon enough.