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"Well Arien, ready to get washed?" Lana had a spring in her step as she returned. Arien blushed and nodded, he had already agreed to this, he might as well get it over with. Lana handed the basket to Irina who took out the soap and and a large square shaped sponge, likely magically grown Arien reckoned. Irina set up her cleaning tools to the side of the bath and looked unblinkingly at Arien.

"I am going to wash you now, stay still." Arien winced a tiny bit as she began lathering his body with the bar of soap she had. He could see that Lana was squirming with glee, clearly enjoying the show. The way she was fidgeting Arien guessed that she was having to stop herself from masturbating. Arien simply closed his eyes for a minute. He had agreed to this, even giving Irina permission to abandon all pretense and simply masturbate him if and when Lana asked her to. He was a little surprised at his willingness to go along with all of this, with how shy he usually was around the subject of sex and how easily embarrassed he was this was firmly out of his comfort zone; and yet, try as he might Arien couldn't deny that part of him was enjoying it. The thrill of having other people touching him was nice, but to have so little control over the situation, to be used as an object of pleasure so that others could get off, that was making him hot. This desire scared Arien a little, as he felt it's grip on him swell as Irina's hands worked their way all over his body, revelling in every sensation as it waited for the main event. The elf felt bewildered and afraid, it was like there was another him in his body, one he had only caught glimpses of through the veil of consciousness, for in his darkest dreams he could remember having fantasies like this, fantasies of submission to anything and everything the people around him asked as they abused him and made him a plaything for their own pleasure, with him loving every minute of it, and cumming again and again no matter how depraved the things his masters made him do were. Arien feared this other him because he feared it would rise in him as a wave and wash away the old him, until no inhibitions remained.

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