Christine struggled as the maid and Alistair put the bars on her arms and legs. It was humiliating, and she knew her sex...pink and recently shaven...was on display. As were her breasts as soon as Alistair ripped her pathetic chemise to her waist. She blushed clear down to her nipples, and the already pink nubs tightened in shame. She was breathing hard again, and she yelped as the heir delivered a smack to her ass.<br/><br/>As if it couldn't get worse, another man came in, and her humiliation increased.<br/><br/>"Oh God in heaven...I must have died and gone to hell."<br/><br/>Sighing, she wanted to talk back, but then she heard the dark haired man's words.<br/><br/>"Scavies? Scavies? I have never had scavies in my life."<br/><br/>Still, it seemed pointless to act haughty when Alistair wanted her to walk up the stairs with the bar across her feet. She tried to move experimentally and almost fell over before righting herself.