I have my virginity tested.

"Right then, to work." The woman says, clapping her hands together loudly. "First that ginger thatch can go. We can see what we have to work with clearly then."

The man, who it was clear now was certainly the subordinate of the pair readied whatever aperatus was needed whilst the woman leant in and closely inspected my exposed crotch. She cruelly gave the strawberry blonde hairs of my pubic bush a savage tug, pulling a few hairs out by the roots. I gave a squeal at the sudden pain between my legs and jerked about, swinging from the trapeze type spreader bar.

"Already quite sensitive around her cunt." The woman commented crudely.

I bristled at her choice of words. I'd always hated that word. It was crude and usually used to objectify women, implying we were useful only for the genitalia we posessed. I considered myself quite intelligent and had worked hard at school so that I could go on to study at university and gain qualifications. The woman's fingers burrowed into my pubic fleece and I moaned in distress as I felt a fingertip insinuate itself into the cleft of my labia. Her finger came up against the resistance of my intact hyman and probed gently and I whined in protest.

"Amazing, a teenaged virgin in this day and age." The woman called over to her associate. "And a pretty one at that. The cunt must have thought herself to precious to open her legs for the boys."

"This will put some constraints on the training." The woman talked on as if I was not even there beneath her. "But an intact virgin is worth too much to be wasted needlessly."

The fact that my virginity seemed as if was to be spared for the time being was little comfort at present. Whatever the blonde man had been preparing was ready and he came over and handed something to the woman. Afraid and curious as to what was going to happen next I managed pulled my body upwards and was able to peer through my spread legs at the woman. She was holding a small pot and what looked like a wooden tongue depresser. I watched as she dipped the wooden tool in the pot, stirred it around and pulled it out again. Thick brown gloop coated the tool.

"Oh shit no!" I gasped. "That's for waxing me isn't it."

I'd expected them to simply shave my pubic bush off. Not a pleasent prospect, but I'd regularly shaved my legs and tidied my bikini line and knew that shaving was painless. Using wax to basically rip my maidenhair out by the roots was another matter altogether. It must hurt like hell. I struggled against the restraints for the first time, but only succeeded in making myself swing wildly and tiring myself. The woman simply smiled at my frantic writhing and waited for my gyrations to subside through exhaustion.

"Waxing off cunthair is so much more effective than shaving." The woman noted once I was hanging still once more and sobbing quietly. "No nasty stubble after a few days and the hair steadily becomes finer and sparser with each treatment. Your cuntmound will be deliciously smooth and soft, won't that be nice?"

I moaned and sobbed for her not to do this to me, but my pleading fell on deaf ears. Once she seemed certain that the fight had gone out of me she spread the first load of the horrible brown gloop onto my beautiful gingery bush.