Bath Time

I had been locked in this barren room for what seemed like months now. After I was left alone for hours, still chained like a starfish in that strange room, Lare's long-haired friend had returned and escorted me back to the small room with the cot. The only way I had of marking the days was when they brought me food. The first time I had been suspicious and hadn't eaten anything on the metal tray. Then a strange woman with 4 sets of arms had force-fed me for the next two meals until I promised to eat on my own. I was starting to get seriously bored, I had tried to find ways to pass the time, but nothing worked for very long.

I was almost to the point of screaming when the door slid open.

"Hello Ava, sorry for the long wait. It took me longer than expected to convince the board to allow you to be put on the market untrained. And now that you are officially on the market, there are quite a few takers. I'm here to get you cleaned up so you can be presented today."

What the hell was he talking about? I wasn't someone's property to be "put on the market" as he had so eloquently put it. And there was no way I was going to let him touch me after he groped me before.

"Come now Ava, don't look at me like that. I know I was rather forward last time, but I was under orders. This time, I promise to do only what I have to. I'll keep it strictly professional. Though I wouldn't mind if you wanted to be a little more casual."

I gaped at him, he was insufferable! He chuckled and did a half-bow sort of thing towards the hallway, "After you."

I crossed my arms, "I'm not going anywhere with you, if you want me to cooperate you'll stop referring to me like I'm some sort of slave or something."

He sighed and quicker than I could see, he scooped me up and cradled me against his chest. One arm under my knees, and the other behind my back with his hand right under my naked breast.

"I really wish you hadn't said that. Now I'll have to get my brother to help me wash you. He's much less fun than I am."

I wrapped my arms around his neck in a death grip, I did not want to be dropped onto the hard floor. "Put me down!"

Chuckling he ignored my pleas and started walking. It was only a few minutes before we arrived at a cavernous room. On one side, there were pools of water, opposite that were shower heads at various heights. Some of them were removable. Since I was still naked, he plopped me down in one of the pools. Then he started stripping his own clothes.

"What are you doing?" I squeaked out

He grinned, "You aren't the only one who needs a bath, plus it will be easier this way, I won't have to worry so much about getting wet. If it makes you feel better, I'll leave my shorts on."

I nodded quickly. He finished getting undressed most of the way and then got in the water. The pool was big enough for a dozen people, which gave me plenty of space to avoid him. I moved to the opposite end of the pool from where he got in.

"I can't wash you if you're all the way over there. Come on, I promised to be professional, remember?"

He was interrupted when his long-haired duplicate walked in, already naked save for a tight pair of black underwear, identical to Lare's.

"So good of you to join us Warren, we were just discussing how to get Ava all cleaned up. Why don't you grab the soap so we can get started?"

Warren stared at his brother, "How about you grab the soap, and I'll grab the girl."

And with that, he came up behind me and grabbed my arms tightly. Lare waded over, soap in hand, and started lathering up my hair. I ducked my head, trying to avoid it, but with Warren holding me in place, it was hard to move much. I tried to wriggle out of his arms, and with the added slipperiness of the soap, I was able to slip out from under him. He grabbed at me, but I was underwater and he barely grazed my shoulder. Lare was watching with an amused look on his face.

"Why don't you get in the water brother? It might be easier that way."

"Why don't you grab her and make this easier for both of us." Warren snapped back.

It was easy to see that he was irritated, and I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face. "Yeah, why don't you get in Warren, are you afraid of the water?" I teased.

He grit his teeth and did just that, once again, moving faster than was humanly possible. I dodged his first attempt to snag me but backed up right into Lare, who wrapped his arms around my chest, one circling under my breasts, and the other above. It was unlikely I could wriggle away this time.

"If you keep squirming, we'll have to use less pleasant methods, and trust me, you don't want that," Lare spoke with a no-nonsense tone.

I stopped trying to break free and instead tried to avoid touching Lare as much as possible. He tightened his grip, probably expecting me to attempt another escape. But when I stayed still, he released his hold on me.

"See, we can do this faster now that you aren't set on getting away." Lare resumed washing my hair while Warren started on my arms.

Warren was quick but efficient, and he quickly finished one arm and moved to the other. Lare, on the other hand, took his time massaging my head. It felt so nice that I found myself relaxing. He chuckled, and I could feel the vibrations in his chest against my back. He moved on to my shoulders and neck, and I was vaguely aware of another pair of hands on my left arm. Lare's hands slid gently down to my breasts and I tensed again, but he gently kneaded them, avoiding my hard little nubs.

Finished with my arm, Warren spoke, "You'll have to stop grinding against her so I can wash her back, brother. Or would you prefer to do that yourself?"

Lare didn't answer, just flipped me around with one hand while the other kept working on my breast. Warren grunted and started briskly washing my back. Despite his harsh movements, the cloth he was using felt wonderful, and I found myself melting further into his brother's arms. I was almost asleep when I felt hands on my feet and then they were abruptly lifted above the water. Lare snapped at his brother in that strange language, and my feet were released. They argued briefly and then moved me to a low bench at the edge of the pool. After making sure I was steady, Lare gently started on my right foot, leaving my left to Warren.

I had never been a big fan of people touching my feet, but they were both so gentle, and I was tenser than I realized. I leaned my head back, enjoying the massage as they moved to my calves and then my knees. There was a strange feeling between my legs as they continued to massage higher and higher, eventually reaching my bottom. I tried to grab their hands, but they were ready for me, and Warren slipped behind me, wrapping one arm around me in a way that prevented me from interfering. His other hand started teasing my lower lips, and I tensed against him. Lare smiled gently at me and started massaging my breasts again. He gently pinched my nipples, twisting them back and forth. I could feel fingers circling my opening, and I squirmed uneasily. There was something hard poking my lower back, and I tried to use my legs to shift positions. Everything was growing too intense, and I had to get out. Warren suddenly released me, and I tried to flee.

I made it all of 5 feet before Lare snagged me from behind, wrapping his arms around mine. He walked me backward towards the bench and sat, pulling me onto his lap. I could feel the bulge in his underwear against my bottom, and I shifted uncomfortably. He hooked his legs around mine, spreading them open. In this new position, I was acutely aware of how exposed I was. I tried frantically to break free, but his grip was like iron.

"Stop struggling Ava, I promised to keep it professional, and I can't do that if you keep rubbing against me like that. Besides, Warren was always better at being professional. So by having him wash your tight little pussy, I'm doing you a favor."

I stilled, "What's a pussy?" I had never heard the word before, but it sounded like getting it cleaned was unpleasant.

It was Warren who answered, "A pussy is just another word for your vagina. Just like cunt, or slit, or cunnie. They all refer to that tight little hole between your legs, the one that serves no purpose other than causing pleasure and delivering offspring. And since you seem to know so little about such an important part of your anatomy, I'll have to give you a lesson. So pay attention, dear Ava, because while my brother seems to have vowed to be professional, I made no such promises." He was almost growling by the end of his statement, and the change in his tone set me on fire.

I was blushing furiously after his crude words and the smirk he gave after seeing my inflamed cheeks, sent chills down my spine.

"Are you sure you want my brother to be the one to give you such a lesson Ava? All you have to do is say the word and I can do it instead." Lare murmured.

"You had your chance brother. If you had handled this on your own, you could have done all of this yourself, but you said you needed help. Too bad, I think I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as she will."

Lare glared at his brother, tightening his grip on me. I tensed in nervous anticipation of what was coming. Warren used one hand to push my legs open wider, and with the other, started to circle my opening. Then he slowly pushed a finger in, "This dear Ava, is your pussy," he curled his finger up, pushing on a bundle of nerves that had me gasping, "And this is your sweet spot, also known as your G-spot. It's one of the most sensitive places on a female human, due to its direct connection to your clitoris, which is here," His thumb brushed against a raised nub above my hole, and my back arched. He continued to gently rub that sensitive little nub, "It's also known as your clit, or as my childish brother occasionally calls it, your fun-button." I was writhing in pleasure and could barely hear him. My pleasure was rising, building, coalescing into something I had never felt before. A completely new sensation. I cried out as a feeling of intense pleasure coursed through me, and he withdrew his fingers. I collapsed limply against Lare, who had been silent the whole time.

Warren stood, "And that was your very first orgasm."

He started walking away but paused, looking over his shoulder, "I'll send the naiads to finish helping you clean and shave her brother. I have business to attend to."