Alana laughed slightly and then smiled at Kelly in a knowing way. "It's certainly different."
"You are impossible!" declared Kelly. "Here we go through a lot of effort to make you a slavegirl and all you can say is 'it's different'?"
Alana was shocked at the response and, for the first time, realized how much the mother and daughter must love her. They had gone to great lengths to create a fantasy world that they thought fit with Alana's. Alana thought that she had been playing along with the game, but realized that her performance had not been convincing enough. She resolved to play along and be the perfect slavegirl. She took a deep breath and tried to imagine herself as a real slave princess.
Alana was led upstairs to the master bathroom where Grace had drawn a bath for her. Alana loved the opulence of the room and made a mental note to use some of the ideas in her own home when she got around to that part of the remodeling. The bathroom was spacious with a large tub, partially sunken into the floor, acting as the centerpiece of the room.
Before bringing her upstairs, Kelly had refastened the cuffs on Alana so she now had her wrists pinned together behind her back and had to be helped into the tub. A clothed woman on either side of her held an arm and gently eased the slave into the water, helping her to sit down in the warm water. "It's not all that bad being a slave," thought Alana as she luxuriated in the scented bath.
Grace poured water over her head and then started to rub shampoo into the girl's mane. Alana closed her eyes and just enjoyed the pampering she was receiving. Grace was very thorough with the cleansing and took the opportunity to gently massage Alana's scalp, soothing and relaxing the girl. Eventually, the soap was rinsed out and Alana opened her eyes.
To her surprise, she saw a naked Kelly stepping into the tub. Again, Alana was surprised by the behavior of the mother and daughter but again, she was taken by the beauty of the teenage girl. She realized that she just didn't seem to notice others all that much. But now, she was able to see Kelly in all of her naked glory. The girl was a treasure. Long auburn hair framed the pixie-like face. Slender arms led to delicate fingers. Despite the girl's belief that her breasts were not large enough, Alana thought that they were quite ample, especially given her slender frame. Boyish hips and shapely legs finished off what she saw before Kelly slipped into the water. At the juncture of those shapely legs had been a trimmed patch of reddish brown hair that matched the color on top of her head.
"Two princesses getting clean," smiled Grace.
"I thought that I could bathe too, your Majesty," said Kelly. "And it will let me get to know my new property better."
New property. That was something that Alana was still trying to get used to. "These two sure can get into their roles," thought Alana. "I'll keep trying harder so I don't disappoint them again."
"Thank you for joining me in the bath, Princess Kelly," said Alana. "I am your property to do with as you please."
Kelly leaned forward and kissed Alana as she reached out and held Alana's breasts in her palm. "Yes, you are, pretty pet. You belong to me and I can do as I please."
Alana closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss and did not even protest as Kelly's hands claimed her breasts, although she was a bit surprised that Grace didn't intervene and tell her daughter to behave. Grace, in the meantime, was just sitting back and enjoying the progress that they were making in their capture of the beautiful neighbor. Things couldn't be working out any better.
"Let me soap you," said Kelly. "And then you can soap me up." She picked up a wash cloth and then soaped it up before starting to run it over Alana's skin. Each arm was tenderly scrubbed, Alana's back was soaped, and then Kelly lifted one leg at a time to clean them. The washcloth was eventually discarded, however, when it came time to wash Alana's front. Kelly used her bare, soapy hands to glide over each breast, squeezing them, and letting them slide under her touch. The fingers danced soapily over Alana's bare belly causing the slave to quiver.
"Your majesty, can you help me raise the slave to the edge of the tub?" Kelly asked. Grace leaned forward and steadied Alana, holding onto both arms as Kelly reached between Alana's legs and cupped her sex, using it as a grip to lift her property and causing Alana to gasp. She resisted the urge to protest, however, so that she did not interrupt the mood of the scene.
Kelly's hands were soaped up again and she started to scrub Alana's sex, letting her fingers linger as they swept over the petals. Grace was still holding Alana's arms, so it would have been impossible for Alana to struggle away from the imp who was taking liberties with her body. But she had to admit that it all seemed very erotic.
Kelly picked up a razor and, after soaping up the downy fur protecting Alana's sex, poised it over the little patch of hair. This is when Alana decided that a protest was in order. But she paused so that she could do it in character.
"Oh please, Princess Kelly," she appealed. "Anything but that. Please don't take away my sign of womanhood. I will look like a little girl."
"Nonsense," responded Kelly who raised herself up on her knees and kissed each of Alana's very stiff nipples. "Nobody could mistake this body for that of a little girl. Besides, I keep all of my properties smooth down here. I like the sleek and sexy look that it provides."
Alana decided that she needed to step out of character for a moment to prevent the denuding of her sex. "Kelly, I mean it. This is going too far."
Kelly laughed and, with her four fingers pressed together, spanked Alana's sex. She only slapped it lightly, but the wetness of the flesh made the slap loud startling both girls and causing Alana to yelp. "Are you going to behave?"
"No, I'm not going to behave. You are not going to shave me and make me look ridiculous!"
"Your Majesty, please hold her tightly. I wouldn't want to cut her."
"Of course, Princess," replied Grace as she tightened her grip on Alana's arms. Alana watched in horror as the razor was swiped through her little bush leaving nothing but stubble. After most of the hair had been removed, Kelly went over the skin again, eliminating even the stubble until Alana's sex was completely bald and smooth.
Both women worked together to turn Alana over with her legs spread wide. Alana tried to close them but, with Kelly kneeling between her legs, she found it useless. Kelly soaped up her hands again and started working on the beautiful rounded cheeks of Alana's bottom, squeezing them, parting them, pushing them together and occasionally spanking them. Each spank earned a squeal from the bound girl and soon both cheeks were glowing pinkly.
Kelly was not finished with the razor. Again, she picked it up and, with the fingers of one hand holding the bottom cheeks apart, she scraped the razor across Alana's flesh removing any stray hairs it encountered. Finally, Alana had no visible hairs anywhere below her neck.
Kelly set the razor aside and soaped up her hands again. Despite being cleaned already, Alana's bottom found itself the target of the cleansing hands again. This time, however, the fingers moved into the valley between the two cheeks and slid insistently up and down that valley.
Each time a finger grazed over her little pucker, Alana sucked in her breath. She had always avoided anal sex and had always discouraged anyone from even try to touch her back there. Now, this schoolgirl was helping herself to that forbidden spot and Alana had to admit that she was becoming very aroused by this attention to her bottom.
"Yikes!" exclaimed the slavegirl as she felt one of the fingers stop its journey and linger over the little puckered hole. She felt it pressing against the tight little ring and tried to ease herself over the edge of the tub to escape the pending violation. But Grace had a strong grip on the girl and she was not able to even budge an inch. The pressure from Kelly's finger kept increasing and it was not long before the finger slipped inside of Alana eliciting another "Yikes!" from the girl. After gaining entry, it became easy work to slide the rest of the finger in and, quickly, Alana felt the finger sliding in and out of her bottom. Alana groaned as she felt her bottom filled with the finger but also found herself pushing back against Kelly's hand to impale herself deeper.