Deft, patient hands worked the razor over her body, occasionally stropping it to keep it desperately sharp.   He kept the girl helplessly strapped to the stocks for over an hour as he removed her body hair with a patience that was curiously gentle.  When none was left save for her platinum blond locks, he washed her body with a sea sponge and carried her back to the bed.  AS she lay there trying to get passed the cramps and shortness of breath from being partially crucified, he stripped.  Rather than have his way with her, though, his strong hands massaged her body ‘til she was loose, content and peaceful in spite of herself.<br/>Then he lay behind the limp puddle of girl and drew her against his chest.  “Look in the mirror,” he whispered.<br/>