Swiftly she lifts every scrap of hair from my body. Not the slightest twitch of arousal stirs my meekly shriveled p***s as she bares my groin to match theirs. Hackles raised by terror I feel every little hair on my arms and legs erected as they are shaved away. The small thatch on my chest and those under my arms are stripped off next, and finally the sparse beard I have grown in captivity is shaved away. Feeling that impossibly keen blade sliding over my throat urges me to lurch forward in hopes of opening a fatal wound. But of course, the strap across my brow and those securing that ring between my teeth allow for no such easy suicide. Only the hair of my head and eyebrows are spared. Then Nera steps back and the two with sponges move forward.
Roughly they scrub the front of me clean. M
