A cleansing bath

The redhead led Peggy further into the commune, past a myriad more nude women, all with the same peaceful smile on their faces.

Apparently they all genuinely didn't mind being naked. How that happened, Peggy didn't know; maybe they were naturally like that, maybe they'd just spent long enough here for it to not bother them. But either way, oh god, she was going to have to blend in.

She couldn't help a squeak escape her lips when she saw what they were heading towards; she coughed, trying to pass off the embarassed sound, but she couldn't hide the flush in her cheeks.

It was a bathtub. A large, bronze, outdoor tub, set on a slightly raised platform.

To one side of it was a herb garden; to the other was a blackened patch of earth covered in what looked like firewood. Water was being warmed over it in several large cauldrons.

They couldn't really expect her to-

"Here we are," the redhead said. "You can wash away your old life here, all the constrictions of society. When you emerge you'll be one of us."

"E-emerge?" Peggy said, praying she was wrong.

"From the bath," the redhead said. "Oh! I didn't ask your name."

"Peggy Carter," she answered, and flushed. "You mean I'll..."

"Oh! You're embarassed. It's ok. That'll be washed away too," the redhead said. "You don't have to be ashamed. It's just your body. Here, let me help."

The redhead reached for Peggy's blouse; Peggy squeaked, cheeks going red.

"I-it's alright," Peggy said. "I- I can do it myself. Just tell me what I should do."

It was better than letting a stranger strip her, if not by much. Oh god, what had she gotten herself in for?

"It comes naturally," the redhead said, still beaming. "Promise to live a natural life, wash away all the negativity and poisons of the outside world, be willing to work with your sisters. Everything's so much clearer after."

"I... see," Peggy said.

The redhead beamed. God, she really did believe this didn't she? Purity, loyalty to the cult...

The redhead turned away, hurrying over to someone by the cauldrons. Moments later and they were filling the tub with buckets of water, hot water from the cauldrons and cool from a nearby stream. At least it wasn't in cold water.

And they were refilling the cauldrons too, she noted.

Or maybe she was just making random observations to delay-

Peggy swallowed. For the mission, she told herself; if she didn't do this she'd be stuck making coffee forever. She repeated it like a mantra in her head.

And slowly she started to unbutton her blouse, nervously keeping it shut as she did. The redhead smiled at her encouragingly.

Next, Peggy pulled down her stockings from under her skirt, resting them with her shoes. She hesitated again, flushing.

Was she seriously going through with this?

"Everyone! We have a new initiate!" the redhead called. "Her name's Peggy Carter, she wants to join us! Can everyone come over and welcome her to the Children of Lerna?"

Peggy squeaked. Apparently not satisfied with stripping her, they wanted to draw everyone's attention to that fact. She crossed her arms over her body instinctively, only relaxing reluctantly when the redhead looked expectantly at her.

Oh god. Flushing a bright red, Peggy pulled her blouse off, laying it on the rest of her clothes.

People were already gathering. Her cheeks burned; a truly unnerving number of people were seeing her get undressed.

She screwed her eyes shut and futilely tried to pretend she was alone, pushing her skirt down. She whimpered, hands shaking, but managed to make herself undo her bra and step out of her panties.

And so Peggy Carter stood stark naked in the middle of central park. She opened her eyes awkwardly, face crimson, hurriedly crossing her arms over her prodigous tits. She squealed from the sudden sight of all the watchers.

They didn't all seem to be members of the cult either; apparently locals in Central Park knew to expect a show where this commune was concerned. Peggy wasn't sure she could go any redder.

The redhead came down, offering a hand. Nervously Peggy took it, accepting the ritual, and desperately keeping one arm over her chest. Her tits almost seemed to spill out over it, the covering woefully inadequate.

She whimpered as she was led up to the raised platform, well aware that her ass was even more exposed to her onlookers down. It didn't get any better when she saw the water; it was plain water, no soap, no additions. Perfectly transparent.

Red-faced, Peggy got in.