Liandra awoke very slowly, not knowing where she was at first, then it all came back to her in a rush. She was a prisoner, soon to provide whatever sick and twisted sexual favors men would pay for. Only a few moments after she awakened, she heard the door open and a figure moved into the room. She could tell by the size it was the attendant that had brought her captor the tray the day before when he had shaved her. The man said nothing to her, but came over to the bed carrying another tray, which he set down on a table behind him.
"Please," Liandra said, softly, begging. "Please help me." Not a word. The room was deathly quiet, as the man ran his hands over her body, in a very clinical fashion. He grunted, then moved back to the table. She could see him picking up what looked like a bowl, and then he moved back to her. In moments, she felt a warm, somewhat sticky substance being applied to her underarms, mound and legs. "What are you doing to me?" She was alarmed, and even more so when he would not answer her. He stepped back and seemed to be waiting. She could feel the substance slowly harden on her body. After what seemed like forever, she felt his hands move over the covered surfaces again, as if testing. Then, she began screaming as he ripped a strip of the hardened goo from beneath her arm. Dimly she realized he must have applied wax to her to remove the rest of the hair on her body, and it was more painful than she could have imagined, as he pulled the strips from her. By the time he was done, she was a weeping, shivering mess. He left the room again, and she began to scream in pain and frustration at her captor. "How could you do this? You're a monster! Let me go, you Bastard..."
Several hours after she had quieted down and been left alone, Liandra's door was opened again, and this time, her captor came in. He ran his hands over her body, much as the assistant had done, only his touch was designed to tease the girl. "Very nice. Soft and smooth, just the way a young woman's body should be." She glared at him, and he laughed. "Oh, such a look, on that pretty face. I suggest you remove it at once....the consequences could be very painful." His tone became cold enough to frighten her, and she found herself smoothing her brow. "Much better, Precious. Mmmm, so very fuckable you are. I can scarcely wait to whore you out so I can fuck that delectable cunt of yours. For now, it shall have to wait though. Time for your bath, Dearest." He slid a dark blindfold over her head and completely covered her eyes, then he unlocked her wrists, locking them behind her back, to keep her helpless. She felt him unlocking her ankles, then his hand cupped her elbow and he led her from the room.
After a short walk, Liandra was taken into a room, and she could feel the warmth and steam surrounding her, assuming she was in a bathroom. She was pushed forward and the shackles were lifted above her head and attached to something, so that her arms were lifted and she was barely standing on her tiptoes. She heard water running, and then felt warm spray hitting her body and head. She heard the door open again, and soft footsteps moving into the room. "Ah, girls...so nice of you to join us," she heard him say, and then the sound of a hand slapping bare flesh twice. "Wash her for me, my Beauties....you know what to do to prepare her." Two soft voices answered in chorus.
"Yes, Master."
