Mary Thomas experiences a nightmare

Shortly afterwards, she stopped laughing. The funny man in the hooded cloak turned to the cellar wall and made a grandiloquent, sweeping gesture, as if he wanted to ask the massive stone wall to open up. In any other situation, Mary Thomas would have dismissed this as ridiculous theater. But here and now, naked, bound and helplessly at the mercy of her captors' whims, she had a faint suspicion that this might not end well for her.

Against all logic, the wall obeyed the acting villain. Like the front of a doll's house, it folded outwards, crunching and jolting, gradually revealing the view of an expansive auditorium. Row upon row of chairs faced the **** chamber as if it were the stage of a theater. The expectant eyes of countless visitors looked in their direction. Where had they all come from?

No, you must not do that to her! That was clearly going too far. Everyone in the audience could see her in every detail. Many gazes lingered on her full breasts and even more on the dark triangle of curly hair that covered her lap.

It was as if her worst nightmare had become reality. Standing naked in front of a crowd of people was the most terrifying thing she could imagine. She could feel the heat rising up her neck and into her face and she was certainly turning bright red. She wanted to sink into the ground. What was particularly embarrassing was that her body reacted unexpectedly and in an undesirable way to this display. It tingled in her stomach and deeper down. Her nipples erected for all to see and stood out darkly against her pale breasts.

If she had been free, she would have covered her most intimate parts with her hands and arms and run away as fast as she could. But the way things were, she was powerless in the face of the spectacle. Could it get any worse?

It could. She was horrified when the man standing next to her waved a hand in the direction of her pubic area and ordered his henchmen: "Shave her down there. I don't want to see a single hair. And while you're at it, remove the hair in her armpits too."

She wanted to protest loudly. But before she could make a sound, someone standing behind her, invisible to her, pushed a gag into her mouth and stifled any protest.

The hooded men approached with sharp knives, bowls full of foam and shaving brushes. Even without being able to see their expressions, Mary Thomas was sure that they were grinning maliciously. Even the evil looks she gave them couldn't stop them from starting their work. Soon the crucial parts of her anatomy were soaped up. The tingling foam and the delicate brushes tickled, causing her to squirm restlessly as far as her restraints would allow, snorting and huffing past the gag.

"I thought she'd be ticklish," one of them giggled. The amused eyes of the others around him did not bode well. The show was far from over.