Hilda is shaved bare

Nahla gets to work delicately removing every single hair from her mistress's pubis, refusing to stop until the entire region is as smooth, soft, and shiny as can be.

Hilda stays still, her cheeks blushing red as she sees just how pasty white her skin is down there now that her precious, private fur pelt is gone.

"O-ookay, th-that's enough," Hilda mewls meekly, feeling too helpless to talk at even a normal, indoor-voice level. "I... I feel sexy now, you can stop..."

But the feisty maid ignores the cowardly noble's pleas and continues on, moving towards Hilda's furry treasure.

Nahla smiles as she gently runs her hands over Hilda's pussy lips, massaging them tenderly as she rubs the shaving cream into them. The odor is exquisite, as Hilda's glistening love juices leak out like a faucet, mixing with the cream and filling the air with her obvious, carnal need.

The rest of the maids grow silent, many of their faces are red, and a few start to tug on their skirts or cop a feel of their chests as Hilda's sweet smell and cute little squeaks fill the room.

"We could stop here mistress, but I don't think you actually want to stop here, do you?" Nahla asks, her voice getting a little huskier as she leans in and kisses Hilda's proud, erect clit.

"NUUUUUUUUUGGGH!!!" Hilda wails as all fight goes out of her and she unleashes another torrent of juice, this time all over her maid's face.

Nahla blushes and giggles, obviously embarrassed but also quite turned on. "Lady Hilda! You are such a dirty girl!" She looks down at her stained blouse, breathing in the heady scent before slipping it off over her impressive chest, exposing her lack of a bra. "And it looks like you're turning me into one too..."

"I sowwy..." Hilda mumbles as her eyes close and her body shudders in the aftershocks.

Nahla delicately shaves the hair from Hilda's treasure, stopping every so often to tease the noble with another lick.

Hilda's mind melts. All sense of pride, dignity and status leaks out of her hungry, and now bare and bright red hole. "Mm-more..." she whispers as she tries to hump the empty air. "I need more...."

Nahla looks at the rest of the maids, some of whom have started to slip out of their own constrictive uniforms...