Theirs To Take(18)

The mortified girl’s face flushed a deep red as Clara went to work, pulling one cheek out wider, smearing foam over the girl’s most intimate parts and shaving. All this time, I watched, unable to look away.#p#分页标题#e#

It was over within a few moments and Syn tapped the girl’s hip with the cane. “You can go back and rejoin the others.” He then turned to us. “Next.”

Another girl stepped up, each order obeyed. I watched each of them, utterly and shamefully fascinated. I’d never been attracted to women. I found them beautiful, but I’d never been drawn to one sexually — and I wasn’t now — but my arousal was undeniable, my sex feeling hot.

And I realized that when it was my turn to get into position, I wouldn’t be able to hide that arousal from Syn’s gaze.

“Ah, Eva,” Syn said a few moments later. “Your turn. Have a seat.”

I did, and I spread my legs wide, knowing there was no way out of it and wanting it over as quickly as possible. The foam was cool and when she smeared it over me, it felt strange, the manner in which she worked too cool for so intimate an act. Although I’d been aroused watching the other women being shaved, her touch wasn’t sexual to me. It was the idea of the others watching me that titillated.

She was quick, moving the razor expertly over my delicate folds, and when she was finished, she told me to turn over.

“Can you at least go away for this part? Please. Sir.” The last word I added with reluctance, not truly expecting him to do it.

“I’d really love to stay and watch, actually. Hands and knees, Eva. We need you shaved bare front to back.”

Why his words made my nipples harden I didn’t want to think about, so I moved into position.

“Spread your knees wider,” he said.

I was spread wide enough. He was ordering me wider simply because he could, to prove a point. But I did it; I widened my stance. If he wanted a show, he’d have one.

I was expecting to feel the foam right away, hoping it would hide the evidence of my arousal, but Syn stepped closer, sweeping two fingers over the wet lips of my pussy. I gasped, looking back at him. His eyes were on mine as he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled, a slow smile spreading across his lips. His dark, clever eyes watched me watching him. And when he smeared those wet fingers on my hip, wiping them off, I was vanquished. My face burned and I did the only thing I could do. I faced forward and waited on my hands and knees, my back arched so that my bottom was thrust into the air, fully submissive, fully exposed to him as well as to the woman who would now shave me bare.

When it was over and I was instructed to rise, I did so quietly, not even sneaking a sideways glance at my captor. Without having to be told, I placed my hands at the back of my head and met the eyes of the other women who stood waiting for me, watching me as I had watched each one of them. Not a smile passed between us and I realized this shaving wasn’t only done in order to bare us for our buyers, but to humiliate us, to let us know, as if there were any doubt left, that we were well and truly captives.

And I had a feeling this debasing was only the beginning.





Syn watched the girls walk quietly and in a single file toward the flaps that made up the tent doors. They didn’t need much instruction. The shaving always left them unable to speak. It worked well, and submission — even if under duress — was so much more rewarding than something taken with physical force.

Despite this, the weight of the cane in Syn’s hand and the stripes on Eva’s pretty little ass as she walked in front of him reminded him how enjoyable a less willing captive could be. Eva’s arousal at the shaving told him one thing: even if her mind fought this, her body responded to it. She was a natural submissive. Intelligent and courageous, but submissive.

And honorable.#p#分页标题#e#

When she’d been given the opportunity to take the cane and punish the other girl as the girl had coldly punished her, she’d refused it. Syn wasn’t sure he understood the purpose of such a notion anymore, but there was a time he had. Honor was something he once had had, wasn’t it?

But thoughts of honor could be set aside. That was a long time ago and it had no place in his life anymore.

A guard opened the flaps of the tent and the girls walked out, stopping short when they took in the sight before them. Syn urged them forward with a tap of the cane against the first girl’s hip.

Gabriel, who had remained outside of the tent, turned to them, looking the women over, his gaze resting on one in particular. Syn could see the look in Gabriel’s eyes as he took in the slit of Evangeline’s now bare pussy. They’d have plenty of time to see more of that shaved pussy though.