Madeline Forces the Woman to please her.

Madeline was in charge here. She had just taken this captive as a reward. She was also sparing her from the horrors that awaited her if she were to be outside. Why shouldn't she enjoy her prize?

"Strip." She said the tone of command in her voice. She raised an eyebrow.

"I've got to make sure those idiots didn't leave any weapons on you." Her tone suggested that wasn't her only intent.

The woman proceeded to take her now dirty clothes off.

Madeline looked this woman up and down. On closer inspection she noted the woman's curves were very feminine, her hips formed an excellent form with her perky, though small, tits to match her fit body. Years on the road hadn't completely turned this woman into a brutish looking woman like some the wasteland forged. She had kept her womanly appearance despite the rough goings of caravan life.

"You are lucky." Madeline said as she walked around Jessica, as if inspecting an animal at a stockyard "You are good looking enought that only Eddie will ever fuck you. He hasn't had a blonde in a while."

She began to cry softly. Madeline could not blame her, her friends and probably family had just been killed, she was now a ****

"You will bathe me." Madeline said curtly as she motioned with her head toward a wash bucket, one that the caravanners would no longer be needing. The water would be tepid at best, but it was clean for the wastes. Again the ****--Jessica--looked at Madeline questioningly.

Madeline kicked off her boots and undid her belt then unzipped her vault suit slowly. Sensually. She stood naked next to the basin, a cloth rag the only means to clean besides a bar of soap made from homemade brahmin fat. Madeline motioned with her head for Jessica to wash her. The light was dark but her features were clear, her breasts perky and large, her curves so feminine and perfectly proportioned. Her dark hair well kept amid the dusty wastelands.

She moved forward and grabbed the rag, applied some soap then slowly--as if she knew she was springing a trap. She moved the rag to her shoulders and neck. Madeline closed her eyes as she felt the suds wash down her. she continued to wash her. She moved her hand down her breasts but didn't linger too long. She resubmerged the rag as if in nervousness. Madeline watch her as she moved to her knees. She looked at her shaved pussy in amazement for a moment. Few women in the wastes had the luxury to shave their womanhood. Lucky for Madeline that youthful truth or dare about lasering off her pubic hair from the Vault's medical equipment paid off.

Jessica's only bush was at best description trimmed--but in reality much wilder than Madeline ever cared to have. When in the wastes one has the luxury of taking care of such intimate areas unless their occupation involved making caps lying on their back.

Jessica looked from Madeline's clean shaven womanhood then back up to Madeline the rag poised to clean her intimates. She gave her a wry smile and nodded. She moved the soapy rag to her crotch. It made her flinch because it wasn't warm. But Madeline steadied herself. She held one of her legs as she moved the rag down and up then alternated cleaning her body. She leaned close forward and reached around to clean her rear, her hands gliding over her womanly curves. She rang the soap out and began to tidy Madeline's glistening body, soaking up any loose suds. Madeline indicated that she was finished when she moved away out of her reach and laid down on the homemade bedding of the tent.

"Clean yourself now." Madeline said as she leaned on one arm as if to enjoy a display.

She stalled only for a moment then obeyed. she moved the sudsy rag to her own body and cleaned the grime off. She half turned to clean her privates and when she turned back toward her Madeline noticed how beautiful she did look now with just a bit of cleaning.

Jessica continued to clean herself until he was as clean as one could get in a wasteland tent. Then she stood there awaiting Madeline's command.