Cleaned Up & Locked In

Maylynn's new owner, Jerry was his name she now remembered without ever having learned it in a phenomena the eggheads at the wizards called 'prememberance', had commanded that she share a shower with a greenskin, a house broken one for sure, but still a filth spawned goblin. Jerry had commanded all three of the virgins to clean themselves off and get ready to travel so they should not waste time taking turns. "No need to be shy around your sister-slaves." Jerry had told them.

"Who is in charge?" the younger neko, Jenina was her name Maylynn premembered.
"Does it matter?" asked Jerry, the man that Maylynn had to accept was her true Master.

Jenina nodded before giving what Maylynn thought was a smug smile and started lecturing about how "We learned about it in school. It all has to do with alignments with cosmic hierarchies and reducing flux in motonic currants, but basically, slaves work best and generate more power when they know who is in charge."

"Alright then, you are in charge, this time." said Jerry, the human ordained by the will of the gods to have dominion over Maylynn to make use of her and to whom she knew that she owed complete obedience. "Get your **** sisters cleaned up and ready for carding."

"Yes, Master." said Jenina with a grin that Maylynn thought was even more smug.

Maylynn was dragged into the shower."I don't like getting wet." Maylynn whispered to herself, but loudly enough that Freynika and Jenina could hear over the sounds of water cascading down onto their naked bodies.
"Too bad." the filthy verda barked at . "Master said to work together washing up." Freynika emphasized the point by sliding her hand and a bar of soap between the cow girl's legs.
Maylynn let loose a whimper. "Please..."
"Leave the pleading for your gods and Master." said Freynika as she began to lather up her niece's rounded rear and up towards her lower back.

Maylynn looked to Jenina for support, hoping for some Demi to Demi camaraderie to kick in so they could both put the verda in her place. "Boss. Can you both take it easy on me, please."

Jenina lifted Maylynn's armpits and made a noise of disgust. "When was the last time you shaved?"
Maylynn was confused. "I'm not a boy." the holstaur answered.

"You literally sleep in a barn, don't you?" the cat girl asked Maylynn in a tone that dripped sarcasm.
"No. I sleep in a containment shed, but only when the weather is bad. On a clear night I sleep under the stars with the rest of the herd."

Jenina clicked her tongue and told the verda. "We are going to need a razor."
"I think you meant to say 'hedge trimmer', Boss." said the greenskin midget that was not pulling on Maylynn's pubic hair making the holstaur shriek.

"Everything alright in there?" Maylynn heard Jerry, the man to whom she had a responsibility to please and obey.
"Just discovered a jungle in the pits of the holstaur's arms." said Jenina.
"And a rain forest down under." the verda turd felt the need to add.
"Her legs did feel hairy." said Jerry, the man who she needed to satisfy in all ways and in all things. "Take care of it. All of you should keep your pits and legs clean shaven."
"What about..."
"Just keep it neat and trim." commanded Jerry, his word was law, his will be done. "or keep it clean shaven if that is easier."

"Don't squirm so much." Jenina snapped at Maylynn. "Keep your arms up and hold still, we do not want to knick you. Stop whining, we all do this."
"I don't." said the verda whose name Maylynn did not want to know.
"All civilized demi-humans do this." said Jenina as she applied a heavy lather of shaving gel provided by the alchemistra which was supposed to keep the hair from growing back for over a year to stubble that remained despite the cat girl's best efforts with scissors. "gods I wish we had something to make this barn born bovine stay still."

"If only there were someone here who could do master-level spellcrafting. Oh, wait." the cheeky verda snapped her fingers and Maylynn felt as if she were hanging from shackles in the ceiling that were just long enough to allow Maylynn to stand on her toes. The holstaur was rendered immobile, she was only able to move her neck and watch in silent horror as Jenina scrapped a razor against her arm.

Maylynn chose to shut her eyes and look away from the direction of the small hands touching her in her special place. Those tiny, green, clawed hands cutting away Maylynn's bush before rubbing her with creams and lotions that made the holstaur feel strange and confusing new feelings before running another razor down there, between her legs, in the no no spot that her grandpa had said no one was supposed to touch, especially not herself.

Maylynn tried to imagine herself back home napping on a hillside covered in song flowers after a long day of being milked. She tried to remember the feeling of contentment that came with having her boobs completely drained and tried not to think about the snooty city girl and the pervy verda holding straight edge razors near some of her most sensitive parts.

When Jenina had decided all three of them were clean, Maylynn was ordered to dry off before being dragged by an ephemeral leash to stand for inspection. "Much better." said Jerry as his hand probed between Maylynn's legs, an act that Maylynn believed Jerry had every right to do since her body was his property.

Maylynn was given a two piece **** tunic, a halter top that barely contained her enormous breasts and showed off the **** brand that circled her belly button, and a miniskirt that left a third of her ass hanging out, which was somehow worse to Maylynn than having no skirt at all.

The verda, The cheeky pint sized zog-lover that she was, had jumped on their owner and started rubbing herself against him with her boobs hanging out. Boobs that Maylynn was happy to see were not as big as her own milk swollen mammaries. Jerry, powerful godlike dominator of them both that he was pulled the leech-like green runt off of himself and laughs as the goblin slut strikes a silly pose before disappearing into the containment card.

Then Jerry, the reason for her being and the divine overseer on her road to Salvation, turned and smiled at Maylynn, pulled out a containment card and asked her if she was ready. Maylynn was not, no one is ever ready for being placed in a containment card, but she was ready enough so the holstaur nodded in the affirmative.

Maylynn felt herself falling into, then drowning in, darkness.