Chapter 12
Helena is shaved
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At the time of Helena's capture, the Roman Empire had
existed for about a thousand years. A thousand years
that saw the city of Rome grow from a village on a few
hills to an enormous and decadent metropolis. It was
also a thousand years of slavery and the Romans had
perfected the institution to a fine art form. It had
just taken the once free-spirited girl of Britannia a
little longer than some to come to this realization.
It was two days after her humiliating experience at the
open house party. She and Cleopea were sitting on her
small bed playing a game of Senet, an Egyptian Backgammon
game that Cleopea had taught her. Helena was still not
allowed the dignity of clothing as per Claudia's
instructions, but she had become accustomed to her
nudity around the estate and even around the men to
some degree.
"I was born a slave," continued Cleopea with her story
as she moved one of her pieces to the other side of the
board. "so I do not know what being free is like, and
cannot miss what I have never experienced. Perhaps it
is just as well."
"How long have you been here?" asked Helena.
"Two years." replied the olive skinned eighteen year
old. "I have learned that it is better to follow the
mistresses orders and avoid the... unpleasant...
consequences." she said choosing her words carefully.
"It is not all unpleasant." Cleopea added. "We could have
been sold as farm labourors and be working the fields
like beasts of burden right now. Not only that, but many
house slaves are circumcised so that sexual interests
do not get in the way of them performing their duties."
"Yes, we are luckier than most. We do not plow their
fields, instead, they plow ours." she added with a smile
It was the first time Helena had seen the usually sad
looking Cleopea smile. Her delicate face and full lips
looked far more beautiful than usual. It was like the sun
coming out after many overcast days and shining warmly
on her face, and it triggered something inside Helena.
She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She did not
understand this surge of emotion but she knew something
at that moment had changed between them.
Cleopea noticed the confused look on Helena's face and
misread it by adding - "Don't worry, it is never as
painful as the first time."
At that moment, Livia entered Helena's small room and
told them they were both to go with her to the private
bath where Claudia was waiting for them.
Cleopea quickly put the game board away and they both
followed behind the plump Livia to were Claudia was
standing with folded arms beside the large rectangular
bath.
The private bath area looked much like a tiny swimming
pool. The multicolored mosaics on the floor that
framed the small pool depicted various sea creatures
and other aquatic images. The only other features in the
large room were several white pillars on either side and
a small pink-white marble bench.
The clanking of Helena's silver nether rings was
amplified and echoed in the empty tiled room as the
three girls stopped to stand in front of Claudia. All
three folded their arms behind their backs and parted
their legs so that their feet were a shoulder width
apart, and except for the fact that all three held their
heads down, the scene looked like three soldiers being
inspected by their drill instructor.
Claudia examined Helena's nude young form. She made a
particular note of her triangular patch of red hair
between her parted thighs. She then came forward, reached
down and briefly ran her long fingernails through the
young girl's matted pubis.
"Raise your arms over your head, girl." ordered Claudia.
Her voice echoed off the walls in the large empty room,
and made her sound even more foreboding.
Helena remained staring down at a mosaic depiction of a
dolphin, as she did as instructed. The raising of her
arms revealed small tufts of red hair, framed by her
delicately curved armpits.
"The Senator is one of those that likes his girls hairy,"
commented Claudia. "but since you are no longer a virgin,
and no longer of interest to him, and since most of our
clients prefer our slaves hairless - We will have to do
something about that."
"Livia, Cleopea, I want her hair removed. Shave her body,
but remove her pubic hair with bees' wax."
Claudia then walked over to the small marble bench and
sat down to overlook the proceedings.
Livia quickly hurried away to get the tools needed for
the job while Cleopea pulled her cream-coloured tunic
over her head and then again assumed the slave position
next to Helena to await the return of the 20 year old.
Cleopea was a little taller than Helena. Her delicate
face was framed with long, straight, coal black hair,
cut in the traditional Egyptian style. She had a slender,
athletic figure, smooth olive coloured skin, firm, cone-
shaped breasts, topped with brown pointy nipples. Her
belly was flat with just a hint of her abdominal muscles
underneath. Cleopea's round, firm ass was large for one
so slender, and her smooth hairless pubis revealed the
brown rubbery lips that hung down almost an inch between
her slightly parted thighs.
Livia soon returned with a basket full of items. She
put the basket down, and then she too removed her tunic
so as not to get it dirty.
Livias' voluptuously plump body was almost the opposite
to the athletic Cleopea. Her skin was not as white as
the pale skin of Helena, but she was much whiter than
the light brown Egyptian. Her breasts were large, and
sagged a bit under their own weight. Her ass was large
as one would have expected, and the region between her
plump, white thighs was also hairless and smooth but only
revealed an unfeatured slit. Even though she was over-
weight, she had a remarkable hourglass figure. A feature
that had not gone unnoticed when Claudia had purchased
her a year ago from the slave block at the local merchant
market.
Claudia had purchased these girls for their physical
variety. She knew her clientele, and Helena was the newest
and different offering to them.
Helena's boyish figure, pale white skin, and short red
hair added further variety to the mix. Her small breasts,
and large pink nipples were another welcome change, and
her abnormally large clitoris and labia were a bonus that
Claudia intended to take advantage of.
The two older girls started by taking Helena into the
pool-like bath and washed her. She was then taken out,
but instead of drying her off as usual. Livia and Cleopea
each took a small bottle out of the basket, poured some
creamy substance into the palms of their hands and
proceeded to lather Helena's entire body as she stood
shivering beside the pool.
The dutiful slaves then each produced a sharp edged
razor from the same basket and began to shave every
square inch of her except for her underarms and pubis
as Claudia had instructed.
Helena trusted the older girls but still bit into her
lower lip as the razors caressed around her nipples,
lightly scraped her inner thighs, and over the curves
of her firm, round ass.
She was then taken into the bath again to wash away the
excess lather and then dried off.
The older slaves put on their tunics and then guided
Helena to lie down on her back with her legs spread
and her arms over her head.
"I think we'll need the spreader bar to keep her legs
wide." said Claudia. "Cleopea, get the bar as well as
some extra rope."
Cleopea quickly left and came back with the items as
instructed.
The spreader bar was the same five foot long wooden
pole that they had used on Helena during Claudia's open
house gathering. A number of grooves encircled either
ends of the pole and two leather cords, one tied onto
each end were making use of two of the many slots.
The two slaves quickly reattached the leather cords to a
narrower distance from one another and then slid the pole
under Helena's knees and tied the cords around her legs
just above her knees. This attachment forced her legs
wide but was far more efficient than had it been attached
to her ankles.
Helena's wrists were then tied with the rope, pulled
tight over her head, and tied with additional rope, to
the base of the marble bench that Claudia sat on.
Helena crooked her head to see the sadistic grin of
Claudia as she observed the binding of the helpless
youth.
When Helena was tightly tied, Livia took out a small
oil burner from the basket, lit it, and placed a small
metal pot over the flame. She then produced a yellowish
translucent substance, broke pieces off it and melted
them in the pot. When the substance was all liquified,
she brought the pot over and sat beside Helena's prone
form.
"This won't hurt too much." Livia soothed.
"Shut up and pour before it hardens!" Claudia warned
Livia poured the bees wax onto Helena's left armpit.
Helena gasped when the hot substance hit her skin,
but found it more bearable as the seconds past. Livia
then poured some more onto the hair in her other armpit,
and finally emptied the remainder on the triangle patch
between her thighs. Helena cried out as the hot wax
painfully kissed her mound.
"I'm sorry Helena." said Livia sadly.
They waited longer than necessary for the wax to harden
back into its, slightly malleable state.
"That's long enough." said Claudia as she bent down
to poke a long fingernail into the waxed armpit of
the helpless teen. "Cleopea, you do the honours, and
do it slowly. I want to enjoy this."
"I'm sorry, but this will hurt." Cleopea cautioned with
a sad look from her large brown eyes.
She straddled the teen, reached down with both hands
and slowly pulled up the edge of the thick waxen blob
on her right armpit.
Helena groaned in pain as the curly red hairs were
pulled out a number at a time. She begged Cleopea to
stop as tears began to flow down the sides of her pain
expressioned face. But even though Cleopea wanted very
much to stop her forced torture of this poor girl, both
of them were well aware of the alternative if she had
followed her heart and not her orders.
Helena's left armpit then received the same painful
treatment, and was welcomed by the struggling young
slave in much the same way.
When Cleopea moved down to kneel between Helena's bound,
outstretched legs, Helena panicked and began struggling
and squirming in her bondage like a worm impaled on a
fisherman's hook.
"PPPlease... No more... Couldn't you just shave it...
NNNooo... Aaaiiieee!!!"
As Helena's small tuft of curly red hair was ripped from
her most private of regions she struggled so much that
Livia had to help hold her legs down.
Her pitiful screams were amplified as they echoed off the
tiled walls.
When the last of the wax had been removed, the young
slave's chest heaved with choking sobs, she was crying
a flood of tears and her sweat glistened body lay limp.
Her underarms and pubis were red and rash-like, with a
number of tiny red spots where the hairs had been.
"There now, that's better." beamed Claudia as she stood
over her exhausted property with hands on her hips.
"You look like a real slave now. Your ample womanhood no
longer can hide behind those curly red hairs, and it is
much more practical for when receiving either pain or
pleasure as you will learn."
"I will not have you waxed again unless it is required
by a client, but you will be shaved on a regular basis,
and you must be shaved extra close shortly before being
in the company of one of my paying customers."
"Take her back to her room and have Publius chain her.
Oh, and save the hair - It might make an interesting
gift for the Senator."
The two older girls untied her, rubbed some healing
lotion onto her wounds and helped the wobbly legged
Helena back to her bed.
