author: Uther Pendragon
title: Preparation
keywords: MF 1st hist


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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental.

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                           Preparation
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


When first captured, Anne had promised herself to resist the man 
who tried to remove any clothing.  Now, mere women sripped her 
bare. 

They led her into the largest pool of the three in the courtyard 
and under the fountain.  When they had arranged her wet hair, 
they led her to the second pool, and -- then -- to a sheet laid 
on the sand.  She lay on it while two women held her feet and two 
other ones held her arms above her head.  The plucking of each 
hair from her armpit *hurt*.  When they were done, though, other 
women rubbed scented oils on the sore flesh.  Two more women led 
her to the smallest pool and gestured for her to sit in it.  The 
water came just under her breasts. 

When they led her out to another sheet, she began to struggle. 
Soon, though, they had her pinned spread-eagle on the ground.  As 
the woman kneeling between her legs began to pluck the hairs from 
her mound, she forgot all about the previous pain in her armpits. 
And, as the tweezers attacked the hairs on her labia, the pain 
only got worse. 

When they were done, though, they rubbed even more scented oil 
over the painful places.  The rubbing began to arouse a different 
sort of sensation.  She resented the giggles when the women 
pointed to her most sensitive spot, but the sensations when they 
stroked it were heavenly. 

When the sunset cry came from outside, they left her alone to 
go through their washing and bowing rituals.  When these were 
done, they gave her a white robe to wear.  They handed her a flat 
pillow covered in white silk and led her to the door. 

When it opened, a richly dressed man took her hand. 


The End
Preparation
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2003/10/07
2004/06/28


Thanks to Neneh for editing this.


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