A shower that feels almost too good

The directional lights pulsed along the floor, guiding her through the ship's maze-like corridors. She kept her head down, though she knew she was alone - the shame of her situation burned hot enough without imagining witnesses. Each step reminded her of her humiliation, not helped by the increasingly unpleasant chafing between her thighs. She was surprised how bad that got, and how fast. The synthetic fabric was not designed to be worn wet, apparently.

The fabric had grown cold and clammy against her skin, sticking uncomfortably with every movement. Her inner thighs were already starting to feel raw from the friction of her soaked underwear, and the acrid smell rising from her clothes made her face burn even hotter.After several wrong turns— she truly hadn't realized how damn big the ship was—she finally tracked down what had been labeled on the schematic as a bathing chamber. Sliding open the door revealed opulence beyond anything she could have expected. Natural stone tiles, ambient lighting, and gleaming fixtures that appeared to be actual metal rather than composites, and, above all, a large glass enclosure that dominated one wall, with multiple real shower heads positioned at different heights. A water shower. On a spaceship. It was the kind of setup she'd only seen in high-end accommodations or lifestyle magazines.

"Of course," she muttered, looking around at the lavish space. "Nothing but the best for a successful sex trafficker." The thought that all this luxury had been purchased with the suffering of countless women made her stomach turn. But right now, her need to alleviate physical disgust overrode her moral disgust.

She peeled off her boots first, grimacing at the squelching sound they made. Her socks came next, soaked through despite the protection of her footwear. The shipsuit was the worst part—the material had become stiff in some places and clingingly wet in others, but with some effort, she was able to wriggle out of it, inch by inch.

Standing in just her underwear, she assessed the damage. Her panties had taken the brunt of the accident, completely soaked through and clinging to her most intimate areas. Removing them was its own special humiliation—the fabric had adhered to her outer lips, requiring a slow, careful peeling that left her wincing both from discomfort and renewed shame. When they finally came free, she held them away from herself with two fingers, dropping them on top of the pile of her discarded clothing with a sound she would probably revisit in her nightmares. Her inner thighs were red and raw from chafing, and the tenderest skin between her legs feeling sore and uncomfortable.

Naked and shivering, she stepped toward the shower. Turning the center knob brought an immediate rush of hot water - not the carefully rationed lukewarm spray she was used to, but a genuine, powerful cascade of steaming water.

"Oh god," she moaned despite herself as the hot water cascaded over her body. It had been six months since she'd experienced a water shower, maybe longer. Her ship only had the standard sonic unit – efficient but hardly luxurious. This... this was heaven. The tension in her muscles began to unwind as the water sluiced away the physical evidence of her accident.

For long seconds, she just stood under the stream, letting it sluice over her body, carrying away the scent of shame. Finally, she glanced around for washing products, and found them in the form of an even row of eight crystal bottles, nestled on a recessed shelf. The brand was unmistakeable. Eseene, obscenely expensive and rarely seen outside luxury resorts and the homes of the truly astonishingly wealthy. She'd saved for weeks to buy herself a small vial of their perfume as a graduation gift, almost half a decade ago. Thirty of those vials, container, contents and all, would have fit inside of any one of these.

"Well, don't mind if I do," she muttered, reaching for the shampoo. If she had to endure the humiliation of this night, she might as well enjoy some of the slaver's ill-gotten luxuries.

The bottle dispensed automatically into her palm... and kept dispensing, as long as she held it there, the gorgeous pearlescent liquid pouring out into her palm. Normally, she was frugal about these sorts of things, but there was a profound petty satisfaction in using his expensive products wastefully. Once she had a wildly excessively palmful, she admired the iridescence. The smell of it poured over her, a deep floral warmth that made her lungs want to expand to fit more of it in it, and a subtler note underneath. Oddly, it smelled a little like the deep musk she'd noticed on the ship... if someone had refined it into a form that was more intriguing than it was overwhelming. She inhaled deeply, then smirked, poured a little more into her open palm, and began to work it into her crimson curls.

Almost immediately, her scalp began to tingle pleasantly. She remembered a tea tree shampoo she'd tried once that had a similar effect, but this was that on steroids. The sensation spread from her scalp down her neck, a warm, almost buzzing feeling that seemed to sink beneath her skin, somehow simultaneously warm and cooling. It made running her fingers through her hair an absolute delight.

"Mmm," she couldn't help the small sound of pleasure that escaped her. It reminded her of a tea tree shampoo she'd tried once, but tea tree oil would have wept to be in the same room. The tingling spread across her scalp in waves, making her fingertips feel strangely sensitive as well. Tangles seemed to come out with the slightest motions of her fingers. No wonder this stuff was so expensive. She decided she'd let it soak in for a few minutes.

Next, she reached for the body wash, noting with spiteful satisfaction that she'd already used nearly a quarter of the expensive shampoo. The body wash had the same underlying scent as the shampoo, but with different top notes – something citrusy and bright that made her nostrils flare appreciatively.

She started with her thighs and between her legs, where the chafing had only slightly receded. The body wash created a rich lather that glided over her irritated skin, and she was surprised to find the discomfort fading almost immediately. In its place came that same tingling sensation, but stronger now, especially where her skin was most sensitive. Between the sense of relief from the discomfort, and the delicious tingling of the lather, she lingered a little longer than she strictly needed to.

The sensation was unlike anything she'd experienced before—a pleasant warmth that seemed to build the longer she stood under the water. It was no surprise. The sheer pleasure of a real shower was, she fervently decided, unparalleled.

The tingling seemed to coalesce in her most sensitive areas, but unlike the time she'd made the mistake of applying depilatory cream to her pussy hair, it never became unpleasant. By the time she reached for the conditioner, her nipples had hardened to tight peaks, and there was an undeniable warmth between her thighs that had nothing to do with the water temperature. Still, in her exhausted, post-humiliation state, she didn't question it too deeply. Expensive products, luxury experience—naturally it would feel good.

She shook her head slightly, trying to clear the fog that seemed to be settling over her thoughts, then, on impulse, she turned the temperature down, letting cool water rinse away the last of the soap. The sudden contrast sent shockwaves through her sensitized skin, making her gasp. Rather than being unpleasant, the cold water seemed to amplify the tingling sensation, especially across her breasts and between her legs. For a moment, she simply stood there, eyes closed, letting the cool water play across her body, surprised by how intensely pleasurable it felt.

When she finally turned off the cold water too, gentle dryers automatically turned on, buffeting her in air that smelled much better than before. She closed her eyes and just breathed, enjoying the tingling of her skin and the deep fragrance of the bodywash. Whatever the base note the two shared was, it smelled even better as a combination with both florals.