Once I finished, he told me to lean over on the table and he
began to give me a douche.

It’s so incredibly shameful to say
so, but when he finished, I actually thanked him since it made me
feel so much better to have all that male filth cleaned out of my
vagina.

But then, before I realized it, he was giving me an
enema.

That was the reason for the lemon drink he had given me
earlier and he pumped enough fluid into me that I started to get
the most horrible cramps. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t
contain the stuff inside me and just as soon as he set a bucket
on the floor, I was on it and all of that stuff just literally
gushed out of my body.

He washed me off again, being very through and not particularly
gentle, and then laughing at my humiliation led me out and down
several corridors in the building until we arrived at a large
ballroom.  There were several men there dressed like waiters
preparing for some kind of banquet and I immediately noticed the
other women and the boy who had earlier been, like me, hooked to
the rickshaws.  I was led over to join them.