Chapter 5: The Bath
When Jake returned a while later, Kate was dozing off. She awoke with a start as he turned on the lights, disoriented and wide-eyed.
"Shhh," he comforted her, waiting patiently for her to remember where she was. "It's okay, Sweetheart."
Once she was a bit calmer, he approached the table and untied her hands, helping her to sit up. Then he offered her a glass of water, which she gulped down thirstily, her parched throat thanking her. When she had finished, he took the glass from her, then untied her feet and helped her down from the table.
She wobbled a bit, weak from the "excitement" of the day. He wrapped an arm around her for support and guided her towards the door.
"Where are we going?" She mumbled sleepily, ending the question in a yawn.
"It's time we clean you up," he replied, opening a door down the hall to reveal a bathroom. She saw that the bath had already been drawn, and didn't put up much of a fight as he had her step into the tub, then sat her down. When he picked up a washcloth, though, she started to protest.
"I can take it from here," she insisted, trying to take the washcloth from him. Instead of answering, he began to rub it over her shoulders and back. When she figured out that her protests weren't doing any good, she decided she may as well stop. What he was doing felt kind of relaxing, anyway.
He reached up and quickly removed the clamps from her nipples. The pain, which had subsided to a dull throbbing, now assaulted her senses once more, and she yelped. He cupped the sides of her breasts in his hands and caressed her tender nipples with his thumbs, slowly easing the biting pain away until it was once again nothing more than a dull throb.
Jake cleaned the semen from her face, then washed her hair, careful not to get soap in her eyes. Kate let down her guard a bit and allowed him to bathe her without a struggle, not realizing that it was intimacy that he was after. He wanted to claim her body as his own, yes, and he wanted her pride, too. But he didn't just want sex and power, he also wanted to be intimate with her. He knew that intimacy was one thing which he could not force from her, not even through terror and threats. This, though. This was a significant step toward achieving intimacy with the lovely girl, and she didn't even realize that she was losing yet another battle. He never wanted this encounter to end.
When he had rinsed the shampoo from her hair, Jake had Kate lie down in the bathtub. He then produced a razor and a bottle of shaving lotion. When she saw this, she bolted up and moved to climb out of the tub. He pushed her back down.
"Be still or you'll get cut," he hissed. Once she had settled down, he lathered her up and began to carefully shave her light brown pubic hair off. He took his time, being sure to do a thorough job, and taking care not to break her skin. He shaved all along her slit, right up to her anus, making sure that she'd be completely bald there when he was done with her.
