In her early 30s, Cindy was still unmarried, but no stranger to sex.  She had been reared in a rather modest home, and was not accustomed to performing "unnatural" sex acts, or even having sex more than once or twice a year...and never in the light...and never with anyone "experienced."  In fact, she really was too ashamed of  her voluptuous body and the feelings which it aroused within her to allow herself to actually enjoy sex at all.

She had been drugged and captured in a parking lot only two days earlier.  She had awakened to find her expensively tailored business attire had been removed by unknown persons, and she found herself naked under the tunic which she now wore.  Cindy shuddered as she realized that she had no idea whose eyes had feasted on her nudity.  She wondered what liberties had been taken during her period of unconsciousness

She had no idea exactly where she was, but she knew she was at the mercy of a cult of sex slavers.  Cindy had been "given" to one of several "trainers" whose job seemed to be to train new captive girls in the codes of conduct expected by their captors.  She had steadfastly refused the most basic demands of her new slave trainer.  Such refusals, she had been sternly warned, would bring unmentionable punishments.

Her refusals had resulted in her being bound and placed into her cell to await trial.  TRIAL...a JOKE!!  Her only role in the "trial" was to be taken for sentencing after judgement had been decided.

Her mind began to reflect on the events earlier in the day. After refusing the demands of her trainer, her hands were bound, and she was thrown into the care of a cadre of other female trustees."  They promptly took the hapless captive into a "preparation chamber where her hands were freed, and she was told to strip naked.  She again refused.  Her hands were rebound behind her, and the sheer tunic was crudely ripped from her body.  She was         examined and her ravishing sexuality was carefully described in the most vulgar of terms.

"Look at what lovely tits she has...milky white!", 

"Yes, but the nipples are a bit pale.  We'll have to give them a bit of color, don't you think?", 

"Of course, but that'll be easy." "Look how flat her tummy is, and what a neat bush of pussy hair she has.  Pity she can't keep it."

At that remark, Cindy shuddered.  The prospect of having her pussy shaved nude and completely exposed was beyond her comprehension.  However, she quickly decided that the smart thing to do for now was to remain silent.

"Her legs are so long and slim.  Look how there is a small triangle at the top, even when her legs are touching at her knees!!You can see her cunt through it ever so clearly!"

I bet you can see her cunt from the rear when she bends over. Let's see!"

Cindy was embarrassingly forced to keep her knew together as she was bent forward at the waist.  Her face was beet red.

"Look!  You CAN see her cunt through her legs.  Isn't her ass a beauty?  Her cheeks are SOOO tight and firm.  And her ASSHOLE-- its so-so-so TIGHT and PUCKERED!  Makes me want to LICK it here and now!!"

At that, the hapless captive stood straight up and howled.

"NOOOOOOOO--you mustn't do that .  It's-it's-INDECENT to do  things like that to a girl--especially by other girls!!"

"Far worse than that'll be done to you before they're through with you, for sure."

With that, they untied her hands from the back, and retied  them to a hook in front which was attached to a pulley system  hanging from the ceiling.  Her feet were shackled to two widely-  spaced rings in the floor.  Then one of the tormentors tightened the rope against the pulley.  Cindy's hands were drawn high and  tight against her shackled ankles, so that her chest, abdomen, legs, and loins were stretched taught.  The position was racking, but quite effective.  Cindy's pussy lips were gaping wide and her clit pertly protruded out of its hooded sheath as if to take a peek past the clouded veil of false protection of the soft, dark pussy hair.  Cindy knew she would die of shame, but her struggles to cover her most intimate parts were useless.  She then remembered that the only ones to see her helpless spectacle so far were the three female "trustee" slaves.  SO FAR!!  She panicked anew when she realized that her predicament rendered her helpless and totally available to the gaze and desires of ANYONE who might decide to walk into the room!!  The thought brought renewed futile struggles         against her bonds.  Cindy finally abandoned all hope of changing  her position, and awaited her fate with silent outrage.

The preparation was at once both sensual and humiliating.  She was bathed head to toe with sponges of soap and water.  The bathing  was slow and methodical.  The slaves spent time gently caressing  her breasts and nipples with the sponges.  As the sponges moved         slowly lower, the captive girl felt her breathing quicken and her muscles stiffen.

"PLEASE!  Not my PUBIC area!!"

"What do you call it, slave?" asked one of the bathers.

"M-my pubic area."

"I call it your CUNT!  SAY it!"

"That's so VULGAR! I can't!"

"SAY IT!!"

"M-m-my c-cunt.  Oh. OOOOOOOOHHHH NOOOOO!! PLEASE DON'T WASH         ME TH-TH-THHHHEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRREAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 

The taught captive was pleading, panting, sweating, and totally without composure.  The onslaught continued until the bathers were satisfied.

 It took a long, long time!

As a last indignity, the bathers completely shaved off all pussy hair from the captive girl.  They were kinder now.  they avoided stimulating the clit at all, but in the process of putting on the shaving cream, shaving, and cleaning after, "accidental" stimulation would occasionally occur, bringing spontaneous struggles and pleading from the captive.  After perfuming, doing the captive's hair, and dressing her in a new tunic similar to her  first one, the "trustees" took Cindy's hands down and again tied them behind her back, attaching them to the new leather belt which again cinched her waist.  Her feel were unshackled, and she was led to her cell where she now awaited the pronouncement of her sentence.

As she awaited her fate, the sexual novice was aware of her freshly-rouged nipples which were now standing erect because of the stimulation of the tunic which partly covered them.  She was painfully aware of her pussy--now shaved and totally exposed in a way ever bit as shameful as she had imagined, and covered only by the careless folds of the sheer tunic.  But mostly, Cindy had become aware of a new and more terrifying feeling--a feeling worse         than just being bound and helpless and totally exposed.  It is the awareness of being powerless to do anything but endure whatever   sensation anyone might wish to inflict!  Defenses are abandoned. Sensitivities are heightened.  Time looses meaning.  The rebellion of the mind and body mean nothing.  Desperate efforts to remove the offensive stimulus mean nothing.  One must simply endure totally  without control.  A girl in such a predicament is Totally sexual! Totally pain! Totally ticklish! All tits, pussy! Totally female! Totally helpless! TOTALLY VULNERABLE!!  Cindy wondered which was worse, the sentence itself, or her anticipation of the sentence. Somehow, she knew that the preparation was nothing compared to what awaited her.  Her darkest fantasies could not begin to grasp the insults to her secret senses which would be her sentence.

Continued in Part II - Coming Soon!