The Master's prediction turned out to be correct; after no more than
fifteen minutes of lying abandoned in the dark, the cream began to
cause Tina and Helen's skin to itch. At first, it was no worse than
wearing a coarse wool sweater, and only noticeable in the more
sensitive areas, like the armpits and the undersides of their breasts.
As time passed, it got worse, though, eventually reaching the point
where both girls felt like their whole bodies were being feasted on by
mosquitoes.
If this wasn't bad enough, the itch was made all the more maddening
by the fact that both girls were chained wrist and ankle to the floor,
unable to even scratch themselves. The ball gags filling their mouths
prevented them from venting their frustration orally, so the only
sound in the room was of them breathing heavily through their noses,
and the clink of chains as they writhed in their misery. Despite
knowing what would happen to them the next day, neither girl could
help hoping for morning; at that moment, it seemed to them that
nothing could be worse than the subtle torture of constant itching.
Eventually, exhaustion took its toll, and the two girls fell into
fitful sleep. Both were wracked by vague but persistent nightmares,
brought on by the continual itching and fear of what was to come.
After a seeming eternity in a netherworld between fitful sleep and
wakefulness, morning arrived.
The lights switched on suddenly, illuminating the room in their
harsh, white glare. The door opened, and four guards walked in. The
Master was not with them.
"Shower time," said one.
The girls breathed a sigh of relief. Each had broken into a light
sweat by this point, and their muscles were cramped from being held in
one position all night.
The guards moved over to release them. Knowing that the girls were
too eager to have the cream washed off to resist much, the only
precaution they took was to fasten the rings on the girls' wristbands
together behind their back, thereby causing them to act as handcuffs.
The girls were led down a hall and into a tiled room with removable
shower heads on the walls, metal rings in the floor, and chains
hanging from the ceiling. One guard moved in behind each girl and
unfastened her wrists.
"Hands up," said one of the guards.
When the girls hesitated, he continued, "Don't worry. We're not
going to touch you. The Master would kill us."
Reluctantly, the two girls reached their arms up in the air, and the
guards attached their wrist-cuffs to the rings at the end of the
chains, much as they'd done the day before.
"Legs apart," said the guard.
Realising that they had little choice in the matter, and remembering
the stun sticks from the day before, the girls moved their legs apart
as indicated by the guards, their ankles slightly further than
shoulder-width apart. Two guards knelt down and fastened their
ankle-cuffs to rings in the floor. To the girls' surprise, the guards
then left.
Almost as soon as the guards were out of the room, the door opened
again, and a naked Asian girl walked in. The girl was short, perhaps
5'3", and was fairly dark-skinned for an Asian, with a round face and
irises a brown so dark that they merged seamlessly with her pupils.
On her head was a messy chic mop of black hair. The rest of her body,
save her eyebrows, was completely hairless. Her breasts were
insignificant, but her nipples large and dark. Both girls had to
admit to themselves that the girl was breathtakingly beautiful, and
she carried herself without a trace of self-consciousness as she
walked over to the girls. In her hand, she carried a bottle with a
pump top.
Wordlessly, she put down the bottle and removed a shower-head from
its mount on the wall. There was a single tap below it, which she
twisted, starting the flow. She then turned the spray on Helen.
Helen would have gasped, had the gag not prevented her. The water
was icy cold. She thrashed a bit in her chains, but could not avoid
the spray. The girl walked calmly around her, soaking her head to
toe, seemingly oblivious to Helen's discomfort.
When she was done soaking Helen, she turned off the water, and picked
up the bottle with one hand, squirting a good-sized puddle of liquid
soap into her other palm. She rubbed her hands together to work up a
lather, then began to rub the soap onto Helen starting with her back.
Helen didn't fight, realising that someone had to wash her, and
grateful that it wasn't The Master or his guards. Despite the chill
of the water, it felt good to have the irritating cream rinsed from
her body. Seeing Tina still squirming under its effects, Helen was
grateful that she had been chosen to be cleaned first. Having
finished Helen's back, the girl obtained another palmful of soap and
began on her chest and stomach. Helen's nipples were fully erect from
the icy water, and she tried to ignore the tingle that resulted from
the girl's hands briefly passing over them.
Having finished Helen's stomach, the girl's hands moved down between
Helen's thighs. Having known this was coming, Helen closed her eyes
tried to ignore the feeling of another girl touching her most intimate
areas. Then suddenly, with a sudden shock, Helen felt the girl slip a
single finger into her pussy. Unprepared as she was for this, Helen
reflexively tried to squeeze her legs shut, but the rings held her
ankles far enough apart that she couldn't get her knees close enough
together to prevent this intrusion.
There was nothing sexual about the way the girl was moving her finger
about, though. Helen could tell that she was just being thorough in
her cleaning, undoubtedly under The Master's orders. After a few
seconds, the girl withdrew her finger from Helen's pussy, only to
shove it unceremoniously into her asshole.
Helen struggled again, to no avail. The soap lubricated to such an
extent that the finger slipped past her sphincter with nearly no
resistance. Helen flushed red at this embarrassing ordeal, but when
she looked down at the girl kneeling before her, there was no trace of
expression on the girl's face.
Then the finger was withdrawn again, and the girl moved down Helen's
legs, soaping them up as if everything that had happened was
completely routine and normal. Standing up, she finished off by
soaping up Helen's face. Helen obligingly squeezed her eyes shut to
keep out the soap.
Then, the water came back on, and Helen was treated to a second blast
of bone-numbing water. Mercifully, the girl was quick, rinsing off
the soap in short order. There were a few seconds of severe
discomfort as the girl held the chilling spray right up between
Helen's legs in order to wash out her pussy and asshole, and then the
water was shut off.
Having finished her washing of Helen, the girl moved over to Tina,
still not saying a word. Tina, ever the self-conscious type, was
already flushed beet red at the thought of the girl fondling her body,
no matter how clinically and impersonally. Helen didn't watch, but
hung shivering in her chains, listening to the spray of the shower,
the clink made by Tina's restraints as she squirmed, and the faint
slurping noises of the soap on Tina's virgin body.
As the girl sprayed her for the second time, Tina looked down at
herself. As the water washed away the soap and cream, her pubic hair
went with it, strands slipping down her legs and disappearing into the
drain. When everything was washed away, Tina found herself looking,
for the first time since puberty, at the bare skin of her vulva,
slightly reddish from the irritating effects of the cream. Never had
she felt more exposed and vulnerable. She felt like crying, but no
tears came.
Stepping away from Tina and Helen, the girl detached another
showerhead, and proceeded to wash herself in much the same way as she
had cleaned them. The only sign that she noticed the temperature of
the water was a hardening of her nipples. When she slid her hand
between her legs and slipped a finger into her pussy, Helen looked
away. Tina, on the other hand, couldn't help but find something
erotic about the girl's utter lack of self-consciousness, and couldn't
tear her eyes away or suppress a tingle of arousal, despite her
situation.
When she had finished cleaning herself, the girl picked up her bottle
and walked out the door, not looking back over her shoulder, or
showing any pity for Tina and Helen, who hung in their chains,
shivering, naked and scared.