02-24-2016, 08:46 PM
The only thing Trixie awoke to was a splitting headache and the feeling of warm water rushing over her naked body. Choosing to keep her eyes shut, she raised her visage to the water and let it pour over her face. The steamy liquid gently massaged her tired face and soaked her hair. Blood, makeup, dirt, and grime fell from her matted red locks. Of all the things she expected in the life of a slave and pit fighter, being in a bath with running hot water was very close to the bottom of Trixie’s list of things to see. Leaning back against the cool marbled tile the mistress opened her eyes and met the gaze of Sia Morelli who was busy running a razor up one of her soapy legs.
“Good. You’re awake. I thought I was going to have to shave you myself.” She said with a grin. “Beside you are everything you’ll need to get yourself presentable. You’ll be meeting our Lord Belial in a couple of hours. I have been instructed to see to it that you groom yourself. Your re-entry into the Underverse has caused our magic to be reapplied. Your appearance and physical state is usually kept in stasis by Belial’s magic. However, where ever you ended up, you allowed yourself to become unkempt.”
Trixie ran a wet hand over the slick and prickly surface of one of her legs. She was right. Placing a hand between her legs she sighed and took a bar of soap from the little porcelain tray that had been laid out next to her. Rubbing her hands together Mistress Zulenka got her fingers good and soapy before moving to massage her torso. It smelled of frankincense and myrrh. Firmly, but gently she ran her soapy hands under her bosom, under her arms, and along her stomach down to her crotch in an attempt to scrub away the dirt and grime she had collected on her body.
Standing up Trixie rinsed away the soap and moved for the glass vial labelled ‘shampoo.’ Uncorking the top, she bent forward and threw her hair forward out of the way of the water stream. Dripping a sizable portion onto the back of her head she balanced it their while placing the vial down. With both hands the slave fighter rubbed the pomegranate smelling goop into her scalp, carefully threading her fingers through her hair down to the tips. Stepping into the water Trixie shook her head gently while brushing the soap out of her hair.
Sia had moved onto her second leg as Trixie sat down and grabbed ahold of the shaving kit. Taking the bowl of cream, the mistress took the brush and pasted it along her left leg in long fluid strokes. The room had filled with steam and was more of a sauna now than a shower. It was amazing that a fortress of its type had an unlimited supply of hot water. A pair of giggles came from the other end of the giant shower room as a duo of succubi entered wearing nothing but tightly wrapped towels around their bodies. Their hooved feet clicked and clacked as they made their way into the tiled room. As if they knew Trixie was being watched by Sia they continued their schoolgirl laughter before stripping nude to enter a flow of hot water. They spoke in a demonic language the mistress couldn’t understand, but they seemed to be laughing at her as she lifted her leg, exposing her private area, to shave the inner part of her left thigh. The succubi were naturally beautiful, if you were into that sort of thing, with a buxom pair of breasts each. Their waist was narrow and gave way to their scaled legs and demonic features. A tail that protruded from their tailbone danced around as they each took turns washing each other’s bodies.
Sia finished with herself and shut off her water stream to grab a towel. Morelli was built toward the sexier end of the typical blond girl. Her breasts were average enough for sex appeal and her butt was nicely shaped, but wasn’t too big. She was more muscular than anything else, her stomach was a smooth washboard of toned muscle, the red ruby piercings in her belly button shining off in the light of the shower room. More than once Trixie had caught herself staring at the other woman as she shaved. The mistress would never understand how one could be comfortable with one piercing down there, let alone three.
Pushing the thought of any needles going near her womanly parts out of her head, Trixie finished up shaving herself and rinsed away the remainder of the shaving cream and soap. Running her fingers over her legs she smiled as they felt silky smooth beneath the still ever steaming hot water running from the faucet on the wall. More succubi were beginning to enter the room as well as other human females with various body art and piercings. They were all stripping nude like it was no big deal and breaking out their soaps or various vials and washing themselves clean from whatever day's work they had accomplished. Sia handed Beatrix a towel and waited for her to wrap it around her body before handing her one for her hair. The blonde Leftenant of Belial led the red haired pit fighter out of the shower area and into the bustling women's locker room. Trixie didn’t bother to question Morelli when she led them out of the locker room and into the courtyard. The two nearly nude women ascended a flight of stairs before coming to Sia’s personal quarters. Closing the door behind them Morelli dropped both towels to the floor and proceeded, completely nude, across the giant living space towards the hearth where a set of clothes were waiting for her on a red velvet ottoman.
“There’s a silk dress for you on my bed along with some choices of perfume and deodorant. Take what you want from my underwear drawer. You’re a little more gifted than I am, but you should be able to squeeze into one of my lace bra’s.” The woman explained as she pulled a black pair of lace panties up over her crotch.
Trixie made her way over to the bedside on the other side of the quarters. It was on a raised platform that was a step up from the rest of the giant room other than the kitchen. Pulling open the top drawer the red-headed mistress was presented with a neatly assorted selection of panties and matching bras. Each pair of panties was gently folded and placed inside the cup of a matching bra. There were blues, reds, pinks, oranges, black, different shades of gray, yellow, and that was just in lace. There were different varying degrees of color in sportier underwear and underwear designed for combat. I guess if one needed to feel sexy in the midst of ripping someone's throat out, you did it by wearing neon green panties.
The dress on the bed was a glimmering silver in color with a black dragon imprinted from the neck, across the chest and down the side to where it split open mid-thigh. Taking a pair of silver panties from the drawer Trixie threw them on top of the dress. Taking the matching bra, she slid the dresser closed and walked over to the toilet situated behind a changing screen. A purple candle was lit on a wooden pedestal beside the porcelynn bowl. Slipping into the bra as she sat to pee, the slave fighter reached around to her back and fastened the undergarment together. It was about a size too small for Trixie’s bust. Pulling down on the fabric she settled her bosom the best she could and flushed the toilet, finishing her business and heading back to the bed.
“So what’s this meeting about anyway, Sia? Am I in trouble?” She inclined her head as she lifted a leg and slid it into the pair of silver panties.
“Not exactly. He wants to examine the fighter he’s won so much money with and to see firsthand, Jorgan’s success. He’s choosing to keep a pit fighter alive over a high ranking demon. A decision that doesn’t go without weight. Belial wants to make sure he’s making the right call. If he’s unsatisfied when he meets you...well, you’ll be executed and posthumously put to work in the mines instead of the gladiator rings.” The blond replied.
It was always something down here. Sia had dressed herself into a tight fitting one-piece dress that glittered in the flickering hearthstone fire a brilliant display of rainbow. Her hair had been done into a bun, a pair of hair pins sticking out of the ball leaving only a few bangs to frolic casually in her face. Trixie had managed to squeeze into her dress and was gently tugging at the fabric when the blond came up from behind and did her zipper.
“I see you went with the lilac and gooseberries perfume. Lovely choice.” Morelli commented as she adjusted Trixie’s outfit.
Taking a brush from the bed the blond woman combed out the red-heads hair. Handing a makeup kit to Trixie, Sia pushed the mistress to a vanity and sat her down.
“Nothing too fancy. Best to not look like a harlot.” The blond remarked as she made her way to kitchen.
Grabbing two glasses from the cupboard, she took a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge and filled them. Taking her cup, Morelli took a long drink of the cold sweet and sour liquid only stopping to prevent it from spilling on her clothes.
“If you pass you’ll be sleeping in here with me. I have to chain you at night, but you’ll be in the same bed as me so it won’t be entirely uncomfortable.”
As Trixie pressed the eyeliner to her face she wondered if that was supposed to be a subtle way of flirting or if she actually meant she’d be comfortable in a cushioned bed. Whatever it meant, the mistress closed the makeup kit and examined her work. With a sigh she stood up and headed into the kitchen to take a well needed drink of lemonade. As she placed the glass down she suddenly felt moist lips press against hers as Sia leaned in and kissed her. Trixie felt something inside of her stir and almost instinctively she wrapped an arm around the blond’s neck and pressed into the kiss further. Morelli moved her lips to the red-heads’ neck, gently kissing as she made her way down to Trixie’s exposed collar bone.
“Don’t we have a meeting, Morelli?” Trixie said with a disgruntled sigh. She wasn’t used to this feeling.
Sia gave the mistress a pouty look and headed to the door. “I guess so…”
Unlatching the heavy oak door, Morelli wrenched it open and held her dress down as the cold air from the hallway rushed in to greet her. Beckoning to Trixie, who was finishing her lemonade, she exited the room and the pair of women went to meet Lord Belial.
“Good. You’re awake. I thought I was going to have to shave you myself.” She said with a grin. “Beside you are everything you’ll need to get yourself presentable. You’ll be meeting our Lord Belial in a couple of hours. I have been instructed to see to it that you groom yourself. Your re-entry into the Underverse has caused our magic to be reapplied. Your appearance and physical state is usually kept in stasis by Belial’s magic. However, where ever you ended up, you allowed yourself to become unkempt.”
Trixie ran a wet hand over the slick and prickly surface of one of her legs. She was right. Placing a hand between her legs she sighed and took a bar of soap from the little porcelain tray that had been laid out next to her. Rubbing her hands together Mistress Zulenka got her fingers good and soapy before moving to massage her torso. It smelled of frankincense and myrrh. Firmly, but gently she ran her soapy hands under her bosom, under her arms, and along her stomach down to her crotch in an attempt to scrub away the dirt and grime she had collected on her body.
Standing up Trixie rinsed away the soap and moved for the glass vial labelled ‘shampoo.’ Uncorking the top, she bent forward and threw her hair forward out of the way of the water stream. Dripping a sizable portion onto the back of her head she balanced it their while placing the vial down. With both hands the slave fighter rubbed the pomegranate smelling goop into her scalp, carefully threading her fingers through her hair down to the tips. Stepping into the water Trixie shook her head gently while brushing the soap out of her hair.
Sia had moved onto her second leg as Trixie sat down and grabbed ahold of the shaving kit. Taking the bowl of cream, the mistress took the brush and pasted it along her left leg in long fluid strokes. The room had filled with steam and was more of a sauna now than a shower. It was amazing that a fortress of its type had an unlimited supply of hot water. A pair of giggles came from the other end of the giant shower room as a duo of succubi entered wearing nothing but tightly wrapped towels around their bodies. Their hooved feet clicked and clacked as they made their way into the tiled room. As if they knew Trixie was being watched by Sia they continued their schoolgirl laughter before stripping nude to enter a flow of hot water. They spoke in a demonic language the mistress couldn’t understand, but they seemed to be laughing at her as she lifted her leg, exposing her private area, to shave the inner part of her left thigh. The succubi were naturally beautiful, if you were into that sort of thing, with a buxom pair of breasts each. Their waist was narrow and gave way to their scaled legs and demonic features. A tail that protruded from their tailbone danced around as they each took turns washing each other’s bodies.
Sia finished with herself and shut off her water stream to grab a towel. Morelli was built toward the sexier end of the typical blond girl. Her breasts were average enough for sex appeal and her butt was nicely shaped, but wasn’t too big. She was more muscular than anything else, her stomach was a smooth washboard of toned muscle, the red ruby piercings in her belly button shining off in the light of the shower room. More than once Trixie had caught herself staring at the other woman as she shaved. The mistress would never understand how one could be comfortable with one piercing down there, let alone three.
Pushing the thought of any needles going near her womanly parts out of her head, Trixie finished up shaving herself and rinsed away the remainder of the shaving cream and soap. Running her fingers over her legs she smiled as they felt silky smooth beneath the still ever steaming hot water running from the faucet on the wall. More succubi were beginning to enter the room as well as other human females with various body art and piercings. They were all stripping nude like it was no big deal and breaking out their soaps or various vials and washing themselves clean from whatever day's work they had accomplished. Sia handed Beatrix a towel and waited for her to wrap it around her body before handing her one for her hair. The blonde Leftenant of Belial led the red haired pit fighter out of the shower area and into the bustling women's locker room. Trixie didn’t bother to question Morelli when she led them out of the locker room and into the courtyard. The two nearly nude women ascended a flight of stairs before coming to Sia’s personal quarters. Closing the door behind them Morelli dropped both towels to the floor and proceeded, completely nude, across the giant living space towards the hearth where a set of clothes were waiting for her on a red velvet ottoman.
“There’s a silk dress for you on my bed along with some choices of perfume and deodorant. Take what you want from my underwear drawer. You’re a little more gifted than I am, but you should be able to squeeze into one of my lace bra’s.” The woman explained as she pulled a black pair of lace panties up over her crotch.
Trixie made her way over to the bedside on the other side of the quarters. It was on a raised platform that was a step up from the rest of the giant room other than the kitchen. Pulling open the top drawer the red-headed mistress was presented with a neatly assorted selection of panties and matching bras. Each pair of panties was gently folded and placed inside the cup of a matching bra. There were blues, reds, pinks, oranges, black, different shades of gray, yellow, and that was just in lace. There were different varying degrees of color in sportier underwear and underwear designed for combat. I guess if one needed to feel sexy in the midst of ripping someone's throat out, you did it by wearing neon green panties.
The dress on the bed was a glimmering silver in color with a black dragon imprinted from the neck, across the chest and down the side to where it split open mid-thigh. Taking a pair of silver panties from the drawer Trixie threw them on top of the dress. Taking the matching bra, she slid the dresser closed and walked over to the toilet situated behind a changing screen. A purple candle was lit on a wooden pedestal beside the porcelynn bowl. Slipping into the bra as she sat to pee, the slave fighter reached around to her back and fastened the undergarment together. It was about a size too small for Trixie’s bust. Pulling down on the fabric she settled her bosom the best she could and flushed the toilet, finishing her business and heading back to the bed.
“So what’s this meeting about anyway, Sia? Am I in trouble?” She inclined her head as she lifted a leg and slid it into the pair of silver panties.
“Not exactly. He wants to examine the fighter he’s won so much money with and to see firsthand, Jorgan’s success. He’s choosing to keep a pit fighter alive over a high ranking demon. A decision that doesn’t go without weight. Belial wants to make sure he’s making the right call. If he’s unsatisfied when he meets you...well, you’ll be executed and posthumously put to work in the mines instead of the gladiator rings.” The blond replied.
It was always something down here. Sia had dressed herself into a tight fitting one-piece dress that glittered in the flickering hearthstone fire a brilliant display of rainbow. Her hair had been done into a bun, a pair of hair pins sticking out of the ball leaving only a few bangs to frolic casually in her face. Trixie had managed to squeeze into her dress and was gently tugging at the fabric when the blond came up from behind and did her zipper.
“I see you went with the lilac and gooseberries perfume. Lovely choice.” Morelli commented as she adjusted Trixie’s outfit.
Taking a brush from the bed the blond woman combed out the red-heads hair. Handing a makeup kit to Trixie, Sia pushed the mistress to a vanity and sat her down.
“Nothing too fancy. Best to not look like a harlot.” The blond remarked as she made her way to kitchen.
Grabbing two glasses from the cupboard, she took a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge and filled them. Taking her cup, Morelli took a long drink of the cold sweet and sour liquid only stopping to prevent it from spilling on her clothes.
“If you pass you’ll be sleeping in here with me. I have to chain you at night, but you’ll be in the same bed as me so it won’t be entirely uncomfortable.”
As Trixie pressed the eyeliner to her face she wondered if that was supposed to be a subtle way of flirting or if she actually meant she’d be comfortable in a cushioned bed. Whatever it meant, the mistress closed the makeup kit and examined her work. With a sigh she stood up and headed into the kitchen to take a well needed drink of lemonade. As she placed the glass down she suddenly felt moist lips press against hers as Sia leaned in and kissed her. Trixie felt something inside of her stir and almost instinctively she wrapped an arm around the blond’s neck and pressed into the kiss further. Morelli moved her lips to the red-heads’ neck, gently kissing as she made her way down to Trixie’s exposed collar bone.
“Don’t we have a meeting, Morelli?” Trixie said with a disgruntled sigh. She wasn’t used to this feeling.
Sia gave the mistress a pouty look and headed to the door. “I guess so…”
Unlatching the heavy oak door, Morelli wrenched it open and held her dress down as the cold air from the hallway rushed in to greet her. Beckoning to Trixie, who was finishing her lemonade, she exited the room and the pair of women went to meet Lord Belial.
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