CHRISTINE LEROUX WITH ARTHUR AND JAMES, FOOTMEN AND PEGGY AND CLARA, MAIDS<br/><br/>From the drawing room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3658885#msg3658885) the two men carried the struggling red-head down the servants stairs, past the pantry, out the pantry door and across the snowy yard. Inside the smaller north wing they turned left away from the still room and entered the harem. This room was surprisingly luxurious and was decorated along the theme of a Turkish boudoir with rich rugs and throws and plump satin cushions scattered across the stone flagged floor, tapestries depicting rather grotesque scenes of bondage, flagellation and rape hung on the red-painted walls and there were sofas, occasional tables in a hexagonal Moorish style and dishes of sweetmeats and fruit. The room was lit by two large chandeliers that cast a rich warm glow from their large glass electricity bulbs. This was well enough since very little daylight entered the room; the only windows being a row of small high porthole-like openings that gave onto the court and were barred. The back of the room was in fact partly underground against the slope of the hill.<br/><br/>Stepping up two wide carpeted steps a higher lounge area was reached, divided from the lower room by a screen of stone pillars topped by a lintel from which hung diaphanous cream and gold drapes whose sheer net hinted at the space beyond. Up here were more cushions and seats and in fact three women were at leisure here. Three of His Lordships house slaves. They were presently not in use and had free time. One was massaging the shoulders of another while the third played solitaire. All three were quite naked.<br/><br/>The two men passed through this room without a word, though they did turn their heads to enjoy the scenery. When looked at the girls stopped what they were doing and knelt upright, knees spread and shoulders held back with hands placed in the small of their backs, clearly a posture they were ordered to assume. Beyond, the room narrowed to a corridor under some stairs and turning right gave access to a bathroom. In here two maids were working, tending a huge sunken stone tub full of hot steaming water scented with essences and rose petals.<br/><br/>The red-head was dumped down, one footman gripped her arms behind her back and the second took out a knife with a folding blade and slit her dress from hem to throat in one rapid and highly skilled motion. Tearing her clothes away including undergarments, the curvaceous beauty was soon as nude as the three girls she had been carried past next door.<br/><br/>The two maids drew their dresses over their heads, shed their pantaloons and chemises and also naked, joined the girl in the bath, one of the men similarly disrobing, his man-flesh uprisen. Still with ropes tightly binding her elbows behind her back as well as her wrists, he held the girl while the two maids bathed her and washed her hair, ensuring that every last crevice, fold and hole was completely washed clean.<br/><br/>After fifteen minutes of this during which time the hard member of the footman pressed against her repeatedly and he missed no opportunity to grope at her defenceless body as she was washed, Christine was lifted out and laid out on a padded bench with a fine red Moroccan leather covering, well padded for comfort. It was narrower than a single bed and stood at waist height. The men strapped her down onto this by means of belts across her torso above and below her breasts and at her hips and her arms were unbound but retied securely to a ring on a post that stood behind the head of the bench.<br/><br/>While she was being tied the maids dried themselves and slipped their clothes back on. Throughout all of this whenever the poor girl protested or demanded to know what was going on one of the footmen would slap her face hard. It only took four or five of these blows to send the simple message: shut up. Christine Leroux had learned her first lesson.<br/><br/>What happened next though would have shocked and surprised the girl. The two maids used some kind of blunt nosed clippers or scissors that had a protective guard of some kind under their blades. With these they deftly trimmed the fur of her armpits to a light stubble and then using devices Christine had never seen before - small silver spoon-like objects that the women scraped over her skin after wetting it with soap - they removed even the stubble from under her arms, leaving the white skin there smooth. The maids then dipped their fingertips into a can of white creamy goo which was not lard or fat of any kind but a mildly scented cold cream. This they massaged gently into the newly hairless skin of her armpits, all this time the two footmen, both now dressed stood smugly with folded arms enjoying her bound nakedness, her panting breaths making her chest rise and fall and her ample curves wobble a little as though shudders of fear were going through her body.<br/><br/>More was to follow. Her legs were unbound and a man held each one still while the maids soaped them and ran their shaving spoon devices all over those as well, front, back and sides from ankle to crotch. As she lay helpless, her legs lifted and parted while the maids worked at her inner thighs, her every secret was blatantly on show.<br/><br/>Even more, however, and even worse was in store. Above the leather bench other rings were set into the wall and now ropes were run around her ankles and her legs lifted and crudely parted and tied back to these rings! Her posture was obscene! Her body was spread completely open in a posture only whores would dare assume. She whimpered but dare not ask why as a hand hovered near her face.<br/><br/>The leather bench came apart in the middle and the maids undid some handles and slid the lower half away, wheeling it into the corner. Now the pretty red-head's bare bottom was hanging partly off the end of the foreshortened bench and even her back place, that dirtiest of places was pulled open and on view. She begged for it to stop and was rewarded with a hearty slap on the face.<br/><br/>The maids now went between her spread thighs and taking their small scissor-clippers out again began to trim her hair down there! Before long she had only a short stubble concealing the mound of her mons and her nethers were exposed. The maids applied soap, running their fingers<em>everywhere</em>even - Christine squealed and cried out - into her back passage, a well greased digit wiggling up there to examine, it seemed for any dirty objects. Then the shaving continued and after ten minutes Christine could stare down at the plump bare mound of her sex quite devoid of any hair. The maids had even shaved around her lips, under her thighs and at her back door as well so that no part of her was any longer concealed.<br/><br/>Then the soothing cold-cream went on, the maids again seeming to enjoy working it in everywhere, they also did her legs until her lower limbs shone white and smooth and flawless.<br/><br/>She was removed from the bench and taken back into the boudoir. Here she was sat down and her hair brushed and done up prettily, her body was squirted with a sweet smelling perfume from a glass bottle with an atomiser pump and she was last of all given a thin muslin - almost translucent white shift dress to wear, but not a single other thing. Her arms were again cuffed behind her back so that her ample breasts thrust unprotected outwards and blindfolded.<br/><br/>She was carried back up to Lord Alistair's room and left, still bound and blindfolded and with her wrists tied to the post of the bed.