Bathed by the maidens

Lauren was led to a grand bathing chamber by a pair of buxom maidens, their own figures the epitome of what Lauren had always longed for. Their voluptuous breasts and curvy hips made her feel like a child playing dress-up in her mother's clothes. The maidens giggled as they filled the tub with steaming water, their eyes feasting on her nakedness.

They washed her roughly, their hands scrubbing every inch of her body with fragrant soaps and brushes that felt like sandpaper against her sensitive skin.

"Look at her," one of them snickered, pointing at Lauren's flat chest. "She's got less to clean than my six-year-old sister."

The others laughed, their full breasts jiggling with mirth as they worked in unison to lather her up. Lauren's face burned red, but she kept her mouth shut, not allowing them the satisfaction of seeing her humiliation. Their eyes roamed down to her hairless crotch, and their giggles grew louder.

"What this then?" another exclaimed, poking at her bare mound. "She's bare as a newborn!"

Courtney, feeling a flare of anger, replied through gritted teeth,

"I waxed."

The term was lost on them, and their laughter only grew more raucous as they exchanged puzzled glances. They had never heard of such a thing, and the concept of intentionally removing one's natural hair was as foreign as the land Lauren had come from.

Once they had thoroughly scrubbed her, the maidens pulled her out of the tub with little care for her dignity. Water sluiced down her body, leaving her feeling cold and exposed. They dried her off with rough towels, their eyes lingering on the curves and bulges she had always tried so hard to conceal. "You're so... pale," one said, her voice tinged with awe. "Like fresh milk."

The final indignity came when they dressed her. first it was a white belt of fabric around her waist, with a flap of fabric covering her butt crack and crotch. This was the only underwear she was given. Then came the dress. It was a skimpy, lacy number that barely covered her small breasts and left her midriff exposed. The fabric clung to her curves, highlighting every perceived flaw. The dress was so sheer that the darkened circles of her areolae were visible, and the absence of padding made her breasts look even tinier than they were. The material was rough against her bare skin, and she could feel every thread as it slithered over her curves.