Francine - Part 3
by Dr. Phil
The Executioner licked his lips as he stared. "Now THIS is how you should be
displayed! Wouldn't the townspeople love to see you exactly like this, in silk
stockings and a garter belt! But the judge specifically said `naked', so I'm
afraid those beautiful stockings and belt will have to come off."
"Take those things off of her and lay her on the desk on her back for the
shaving." he ordered.
"Wha-wha-what?!" she protested. "Y-you can't mean..."
"Silence!" he warned.
Jacob and William finished removing the last remaining undergarments and began
lifting her like a rolled carpet onto the large polished wooden desk. It felt
cold on her backside and shoulders as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm.
"Jacob, William, stand on each side of her and each grab a leg under the knee.
Yup. Now pull it up and back. No, like this... that's right. All the way back...
Spread them outwards a little more. A little more... Just like this. Perfect!
Now hold them this way. Don't let her move."
Francine began fighting the two young men, but she never had a chance.
"Stop squirming!"
"N-n-nooo! God..No!! Please! Please! Not like this! PLEASE!!"
"Yes. Just like this Francine" the Executioner stated as he reached for a mug
with a shaving brush and poured some warm water into it. He began stirring the
mug as a lather quickly formed.
"Just like this." He repeated as he brought the mug and brush over her groin.
"I'm going to shave off that little bush of yours that's hiding your treasure.
It's a shame to remove it. I'd personally like to keep it there, but the people
are going to want to have an unobstructed view of your secret charms. Every fold
needs to be on display."
Francine wailed like an injured cat as he generously rubbed the lather into
her beautiful bush. He then grabbed a straight razor and a strop and began
stropping the blade back and forth to sharpen it as he waited for the foam to
soften the hairs. Francine kept mewling and thrashing her head back and forth in
denial. He didn't stop her.
Finally he took the straight razor to her sex and hovered there for a moment.
"Be very still Francine. I wouldn't want to accidentally cut you. Keep still
now and this won't hurt."
Francine forced her hips to remain still but she found her voice and again
begged him not to do this.
"I have to do it Francine. The people will want to see all of your charms, and
we both know how much you love showing your body off. There will be boys there
who have never seem a woman in such intimacy. Let's let them have their fun!
Besides, this is the easy one. Just me and Jacob and William. The next time we
shave you will be out there in the square." and he nodded his head towards the
door. Just like you are now, but I suspect the audience will be a bit larger!"
He snickered and lifted the razor off her as he felt her tense and gasp.
"You caaan't b-be SERIOUS!!"
"Oh yes. Quite serious. Now don't move, I'm almost done."
He took a few more careful swipes with the razor around her hooded clitoris.
"We want to make sure the little clitoris can be seen. Don't want to hide one
of the best parts!"
"Ooohhhhhh!!"
He then motioned for Jacob and William to lift her legs even higher so she was
supported on her shoulders and he made sure there were no hairs left around her
anus.
"There now! All done!" He slapped her hard across her ass, leaving a red
handprint. She jumped as he snorted and got the warm wet towel to wipe up any of
the stray lather.
He decided to let her "air dry" and asked Jacob and William to continue
holding her like that while he got the camera and began taking pictures to
document the prep work.
"You know, Francine..." CLICK! "I'm really going to enjoy this." CLICK! "I've
been watching you for years with admiration and respect. So proper. So
respectable." CLICK! "Oh how I longed for a glimpse of your legs. How I watched
the swell of your busom as you walked. How I undressed you in my mind's eye."
CLICK! "You never knew that at your age you could still have such an effect on a
male. But you must have known! You teased that poor boy to frustration. How many
others in this town have longed for a glimpse of you?" CLICK! "Well, they'll
all be there today." CLICK! "And tomorrow."
Francine bit her lip in frustration as she felt the coolness of the
evaporating water on her sex, calling attention to her nakedness. She heard the
click of the camera, permanently recording her shame. His words taunted her. She
suddenly realized that her nipples had hardened. There was no way to hide this
embarrassment.
"Francine, the crowd has already begun gathering in the square. Even though
it's Friday, I've heard men say that they were not going to work today. Just for
you, Francine! Boys will be skipping school. At least the bold ones will. After
3:00 there will be dozens of them. Boys and girls. Men and women. Women and
girls laughing and jeering. Men and boys lusting and wanting...
"And you'll put on a show for them, Francine! I'll make sure of it. I will
make a spectacle of you. Every fold, Francine. Every secret little place. You
think your nipples are hard now? They'll ache from the exposure, the shame, the
unabated lust. The points of your breasts will be hard and puckered. Your
nipples will ache with need. You clitoris will be so stiff that it will be
poking out from its hood, straining towards the crowd! Even your most
embarassing spot of all, your anus, will be displayed and stimulated. Oh
Francine, how I ache right now just thinking of the ways of displaying you... of
exposing you..." CLICK!
"Please Mr. Palmer. Please! I'll do anything you want. Anything! Please, don't
submit me to this. Don't shame me. Oh God, don't let them see me like this!"
"Of course not, Francine. You're still not ready."
"Okay boys, you can let her legs down and sit her up." The Executioner rubbed
has palms together, back and forth, as he watched her sit up. "All that's left
is for me to redden her ass, rub a little rouge on her nipples, and it's off to
the town square. Don't want to keep the crowd waiting...
(end of part 3)
