hands into the resin and lifting up my right foot so that it rested on the tub’s edge.
She glanced toward her male companion and nodded.
Since the last time I had laid eyes on him, he had picked up a bowl of… what looked like more resin. Only it was halfway between the state of the resin I was bathed in and that around my feet. It was thick, but still malleable. Not a solid block.
Still clutching my leg aloft, she took the gooey substance from the man and began spreading it over my leg, from the base of my knee to my ankle. She smoothed it downward several times, until it had stuck fast.
“What are you—”
Barely had I opened my mouth than her fingers curved against the base of the resin strip. Without warning, she yanked it upward. It felt like she’d just ripped off my skin. I roared in pain, every breath knocked out of me.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I panted.
Jerking my leg away from her, I clutched it. As I touched the skin she had assaulted, I realized that it felt much smoother than it had just a few seconds ago. Completely smooth, in fact.
Horror dawned on me.
She’s… She’s waxing me.
No, no, no. This is not happening, young lady. This. Is. Not. Happening.
I threw my weight against the side of the tub at once, attempting to scramble out of it like a wet cat. Only half of my body made it out before the man stooped down and gripped my wrists, bundling me back into the tub.
“Stop this!” I yelled.
The girl actually had the audacity to hush me as she reached for my right leg again. This time her hand settled on my upper thigh.
“Be calm,” she whispered. “I am making you beautiful, like us.”
So close to the man’s legs, I realized that he, like the woman, was hairless… I tried not to look past his thighs.
“I don’t want to look like you,” I protested, still struggling with them. The man’s grip around me tightened, painfully so. Dammit! If only I could thin myself.
“We will make you soft, like a flower,” the girl cooed.
Her lips pressed down against my naked lower leg, making it tingle… though I couldn’t deny that it did something to soothe the burning.
She spread out the dreaded malleable resin once again, this time over my thigh, before ripping it off me once again. I bellowed even louder the second time. Somehow, the pain was worse, knowing what was coming.
All the while, I was unable to do anything.
She worked her way to my other leg and as she began moving higher, the male marsh dweller snatched up a flower, pressed it against my nose and wisely, mercifully put me back to sleep.
* * *
W hen I awoke a second time , my skin prickled all over like someone had just blasted electricity through me. There I lay, smooth as the day I was born… and feeling utterly violated.
This was a kind of torture that even the ghouls hadn’t thought to mete out.
Even my jaw stubble was gone.
My eyes coming into focus, I realized, to my dismay, that Ottalie was still by my side. At least the man appeared to have left the room.
She smiled again— that sweet, innocent, schoolgirl smile —before holding up a bowl of purple berries. She popped one in her mouth, her eyes widening emphatically with pleasure. Then she stooped over me and closed her lips around my mouth. Before I could attempt to stop her, her tongue pushed through my lips and she inserted her mushed-up berries into my mouth, feeding me like a mother bird.
If this was some kind of karmic reaction for all the times I had taken advantage of girls in my youth, I supposed that this was a very fitting punishment. But for heaven’s sake, haven’t I already clocked my time in purgatory?
She force-fed me the rest of the berries, which were undeniably sweet and delicious. Then, gripping my hands, she pulled me out of the tub. I stood on the blocks that still remained encasing my feet, but I realized that I was no longer naked. At least, not by marsh dwellers’ standards. I wore the same chain of white flowers around
She glanced toward her male companion and nodded.
Since the last time I had laid eyes on him, he had picked up a bowl of… what looked like more resin. Only it was halfway between the state of the resin I was bathed in and that around my feet. It was thick, but still malleable. Not a solid block.
Still clutching my leg aloft, she took the gooey substance from the man and began spreading it over my leg, from the base of my knee to my ankle. She smoothed it downward several times, until it had stuck fast.
“What are you—”
Barely had I opened my mouth than her fingers curved against the base of the resin strip. Without warning, she yanked it upward. It felt like she’d just ripped off my skin. I roared in pain, every breath knocked out of me.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I panted.
Jerking my leg away from her, I clutched it. As I touched the skin she had assaulted, I realized that it felt much smoother than it had just a few seconds ago. Completely smooth, in fact.
Horror dawned on me.
She’s… She’s waxing me.
No, no, no. This is not happening, young lady. This. Is. Not. Happening.
I threw my weight against the side of the tub at once, attempting to scramble out of it like a wet cat. Only half of my body made it out before the man stooped down and gripped my wrists, bundling me back into the tub.
“Stop this!” I yelled.
The girl actually had the audacity to hush me as she reached for my right leg again. This time her hand settled on my upper thigh.
“Be calm,” she whispered. “I am making you beautiful, like us.”
So close to the man’s legs, I realized that he, like the woman, was hairless… I tried not to look past his thighs.
“I don’t want to look like you,” I protested, still struggling with them. The man’s grip around me tightened, painfully so. Dammit! If only I could thin myself.
“We will make you soft, like a flower,” the girl cooed.
Her lips pressed down against my naked lower leg, making it tingle… though I couldn’t deny that it did something to soothe the burning.
She spread out the dreaded malleable resin once again, this time over my thigh, before ripping it off me once again. I bellowed even louder the second time. Somehow, the pain was worse, knowing what was coming.
All the while, I was unable to do anything.
She worked her way to my other leg and as she began moving higher, the male marsh dweller snatched up a flower, pressed it against my nose and wisely, mercifully put me back to sleep.
* * *
W hen I awoke a second time , my skin prickled all over like someone had just blasted electricity through me. There I lay, smooth as the day I was born… and feeling utterly violated.
This was a kind of torture that even the ghouls hadn’t thought to mete out.
Even my jaw stubble was gone.
My eyes coming into focus, I realized, to my dismay, that Ottalie was still by my side. At least the man appeared to have left the room.
She smiled again— that sweet, innocent, schoolgirl smile —before holding up a bowl of purple berries. She popped one in her mouth, her eyes widening emphatically with pleasure. Then she stooped over me and closed her lips around my mouth. Before I could attempt to stop her, her tongue pushed through my lips and she inserted her mushed-up berries into my mouth, feeding me like a mother bird.
If this was some kind of karmic reaction for all the times I had taken advantage of girls in my youth, I supposed that this was a very fitting punishment. But for heaven’s sake, haven’t I already clocked my time in purgatory?
She force-fed me the rest of the berries, which were undeniably sweet and delicious. Then, gripping my hands, she pulled me out of the tub. I stood on the blocks that still remained encasing my feet, but I realized that I was no longer naked. At least, not by marsh dwellers’ standards. I wore the same chain of white flowers around
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