First had come a kind of mental numbness. One blink, then two had cleared her eyes. She felt disoriented, perhaps made worse by waking up and not realizing where she was or what was going on. They must have put something in that drink they had given her last night to 'calm down'. After the confusion had come fear. Why was she standing up? Why couldn't she move?
Understanding came to her slowly as she realized where she was standing and why she couldn't move. 'Herbal tea my ass!' she thought to herself. They must have knocked her out on purpose! As the full scope of her predicament had dawned on Lauren, all of the fear and confusion she had been feeling turned into a seething, boiling anger.
Now Lauren was just plain furious! Spitting mad didn't even begin to describe how she felt. Nothing in her life had been more humiliating than this! Even last night's bath had been less demeaning. She was standing against a wall, forcibly held with some sort of metal shackles at her wrists, neck and ankles. It wasn't just that she was naked and bound to a wall, it was that she was in this predicament being displayed like some lewd perversion of art. Never had she felt so exposed, so open.
Lauren couldn't see it, but she could feel the thick metal collar clasping tightly to her neck. It was several inches tall, keeping her head almost completely immobile. She couldn't pull her head away from the wall even a fraction of an inch so she figured that the collar must be directly bolted to the wall, she could feel the smooth wood pressing into her back. She didn't even have the ability to look down below a certain point, the collar was so high that it dug into her chin if she tried to lower it.
Barely able to move her head more a few inches, she was unable strain her neck up enough to see what must have been similar metal manacles that bound her wrists straight above her head. They were held so high above her and so tight to the wall that it caused her breasts to thrust out in some sort of obscene display. Her legs must have been bound the same way as her wrists and neck from the feel of cold metal on her ankles. Of course, because of their location, the bindings forced her to spread her legs out wide, making her very conscious of just how open she was, increasing the humiliation of the situation and along with it her anger.
Gritting her teeth with determination, Lauren pulled as hard as she could on whatever was holding her wrists. She could feel a sharp pain in her hands as the metal bit into her flesh. She kept straining and pulling until tears started to run down her face from the pain. Nothing. Resting for a moment she stood there breathing heavy from the exertion. Several more times she tried to pull or to push. Wrists, legs and neck. She even tried slamming her ass back against the wall behind her. All with the same result as the first time. It was no use! Nothing she could do would produce an ounce of movement in her bindings. Now she just stood there, panting in a frustrated and impotent fury.
What made it worse is the fact that nobody was even in the room. They were ignoring her! She supposed she should be grateful that no one was there to leer at this display of her nudity but she couldn't help wondering why they would go thru all of the trouble to display her naked body like this and then not even look at her. Lauren didn't know what part of her predicament she found more insulting, the nudity itself or the fact that they seemed completely uninterested. Fuckers.
Eventually forcing herself to calm down, Lauren began to analyze her situation. She seemed to be in some sort of a niche in the wall less than a foot deep. Almost like a place one would keep a statue. She was definitely up off the floor, that she could tell from looking out over the room.
She was in some sort of a study or a small library. It was far too large and comfortable looking to be called an office. Well, comfortable for everyone else, that is. Massive exposed beams in the tall ceiling, a crackling fire in a large stone fireplace against the far wall and an overstuffed leather chair sitting behind a large wooden desk. A large bank of leaded glass windows loomed behind the desk. It's heavy drapes and arched tops made the windows look like a giant sneering face, mocking her for her weakness.
Bookcases lined every other available wall inside of her vision, stacked high with one of the largest reading collections outside of a municipal library that Lauren had ever seen. An intricately woven rug laying on the floor looking like it was trying to inch closer to the warmth of the fireplace. The aged wood walls and floors reflecting the flickering light of the fire, shining as if they had been polished everyday.
'I wonder if they have been.' Lauren thought to herself. Almost giggling a little but not able to understand why that was funny. There must be some lingering effects of that 'tea' they had given her. She felt flushed and her heart rate was a little faster than normal. Whatever illicit drug these evil people had used on her, it was sure taking it's time leaving her system.
Squirming in her bindings, Lauren tried to relieve a cramp that was starting in her back. Her shoulders and thighs were becoming sore from the position they were being forced into. She could deal with a little stiffness but unfortunately, that wasn't the worst thing that was happening to Lauren. Being unable to use her hands was starting to become a real problem for her.
It felt like there was a small fire building between her legs. Forgetting her anger for a moment Lauren wished that she could just have one hand free if nothing else. Her pussy itched. Lauren had never done more than trim her pubic hair a little for a bikini line. Nathaniel had insisted that he didn't mind if she wanted to stay natural, saying that he thought women shouldn't demean themselves just to make a man happy. Plus she had never understood why a woman would want to make herself look like a little girl.
Lauren had certainly never contemplated shaving the whole thing bare as these women had done to her. She had tried to resist of course, but there had been three of them to her one. That Spanish girl and the redhead were both a lot stronger than they looked. Bitches.
They had forcibly stripped her clothes off despite her protests and then drug her into a giant tub filled with bubbles. The scrubbing had not exactly been gentle. Neither had the hair washing, but then one of them had pulled out a small pink razor and told her what they were going to do with it. Eventually they had been able to get her strapped down to a bench next to the tub. Now Lauren wished she had stopped struggling at that point. Perhaps there wouldn't have been so many nicks and cuts. As miserable as she was, Lauren started to wish that someone would come in just so that she could ask them.... No, she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her beg.
'Self righteous indignation is good and all, but it still can't give you a scratch.' Lauren mused. Without realizing it Lauren began to try and squeeze her thighs together, frustrated that her legs were held so far apart. Subconsciously moving her hips back and forth in what to someone else would have appeared as a lewd display of desire.
Of course, this was the perfect moment for the door to decide to open, followed by the woman she had heard them call 'Tess'. The Spanish looking one with the slight accent. She was wearing a short red and gold silk house robe that barely reached the top of her long legs, showing off an indecent expanse of creamy brown skin. Her bare feet made no noise on the wood floor as she entered the room. The gold embroidery design in the robe reflected the firelight and made it seem as if the woman almost glowed. In her hand she carried a small striped bag, looking like something you would see at the counter in a small expensive boutique shop.
Realizing that she was practically dry humping the air in search of release, Lauren quickly stopped, hoping that she hadn't been seen. Trying to cover the moment of embarrassment with anger, Lauren craned her head and eyes down enough to glare at the dark haired beauty.
"What do you want? Not done torturing me?" Lauren spat.
Brushing a ringlet of her shiny black hair out of her face she smiled. "Why? Do you desire to be tortured?" Her accent giving a slight lilt to her words.
"You are all sick! Haven't you done enough to me?"
Tess's musical laughter erupted. "You think being held down and having your pussy shaved is torture? Ha! Little do you know of this torture you speak of girl." The formality of her accented English contrasting with the softness of her voice.
Lauren felt a ball of fear tightening in her stomach but was determined not to show it to this woman.
"Yeah well, I noticed you didn't care how good of a job you did. You probably shaved it rough on purpose just so I'd go out of my mind with the itching!"
Lauren hadn't intended on letting the woman know how much it bothered her but now that she had, she was determined to make this woman know just how unhappy she was. "I can just see you all in the other room having a good laugh about it."
Pulling a small round container out of the bag, Tess asked: "Would I have brought this if I wanted to laugh at you?"
"What is it? More itching powder?"
"Of course not. It is a balm that will relieve the itching and get rid of any redness." Tess said with a sigh. "I do not hate you any more than I hate my other sisters, you know. Both of whom I love very much. I have no desire to see you miserable Lauren."
Looking at this raven haired woman suspiciously Lauren gritted her teeth and decided to take a chance on trusting her. "Fine. Let me down and I will use it."
