In a white room.

I climbed out of the crate I'd been shipped in. I noticed in an abstract manner that I was trembling. I thought this strange, in my position shouldn't I be screaming and sobbing rather than simply feeling tremors of fear. Was this the result of being ****, after all the events that led me to waking in that container were a total blank. I pushed myself upright and stood and stepped gingerly out of that horrid coffin. The room I found myself in was pure white, ceiling, floor, walls even the one and only door. Around the walls were lockers and cabinets, but with all their doors closed what they might contain was a mystery.

"Marvellous, training this specimen will be so enjoyable."

It was the dark haired woman who spoke first. I turned to face her, one hand falling naturally to cover my crotch and one arm across my breasts. The woman laughed at my attempt to preserve my modesty and waggled her finger tutting as though admonishing a naughty child.

"That is a habit we must break." She said gently. "You have nothing that I have not seen countless times."

"Should I reprimand her?" The blonde man asked.

"Only if it becomes necessary." The woman replied. "Will it be necessary little one? You must realise that I could easily **** you to exhibit yourself, it will be much easier if you were sensible and complied of your own choice. Though my associate would probably prefer it if you **** my hand."

The blonde man was even larger than I had expected now I could compare myself to him. Well over six foot and very athletic. I was in no doubt that he'd be able to **** me to do whatever he wanted. Slowly and reluctantly I let my arms fall to my sides, exposing myself to the scrutiny of my captors.

I'm not attempting to be conceited when I say that my body was extremely beautiful. I'm a strawberry blonde, a description I've always preferred to ginger. My face is sweet and innocent in appearence, with a button nose and a slight dusting of freckles on my pale skin. I'm slim, but with wide hips and long legs. My breasts are not massive, but still a good handful that are firm and perky with coral pink nipples. Being naked the slight chill of the room was effecting them, or perhaps it was the increased blood flow caused by fear. Either way, they had stiffened standing long and thick and slightly upturned.

"What adorable breasts." The woman commented. "The nipples especially are excellently coloured and sized don't you think?"

"Uh huh." The blonde man grunted in assent. "She's got quite a thatch on her though."

I almost moved to cover my crotch again as I realised to what he was referring. I took a deep breath and controlled my impulse. My thatch as the man put it was hardly ****. Strawberry blonde, like the hair on my head and really a quite modest delta that covered my mons. I had not taken to shaving it unlike most of the girls my age. The hairs grew very fine and soft and in quite a narrow strip, so only a light trimming was all I'd needed to prevent hairs straying from a bikini or swimsuit.

"Yes, agreed. They will have to go." The woman decided. "At least while she is in training. Her genitals seem a little understated as well. Nothing that can't be remedied though."

"What does that mean?" I blurted out. "What are you going to do to me?"