Roxi gets humiliated

"I'm not a ****," said Roxi, defiantly, "and I sure won't be a breeding ****. I'm a Dominatrix. Just you wait, I'll crush you."

"Well, Miss Stanton, if you're a real Dominatrix, why are you the one hanging from the ceiling in your underwear?" Henry continued "You're not such a hot shot Dominatrix after all, are you? If a geeky nerd like me can catch you off your game, anyone can. You may be the Order's newest bad girl, but you have a long way to go. You can't even smell a setup."

"Fuck you!" Roxi shouted at him. "Fuck you, you bastard!" She spat at Henry again. This time she landed one right between his eyes.

Henry wiped the spittle from his face. "That outburst just cost you your underwear." He turned on the scissors and made quick work of Roxi's pink lace bra. Her ample tits burst out of their lace cage, and stood out firm and proud. As the scissors approached the waistband of her pink lace thong, Roxi twisted her hips in an attempt to keep them from being removed. Her efforts were met with hard slaps on her bare, well rounded ass cheeks and tits. Sobbing in pain, Roxi finally gave in. She hung there as Henry cut away the last tiny piece of cloth that allowed her any dignity.

Henry ran his hands over Roxi's naked back. He felt her firm, round ass and pink anal bud. He explored her breasts and licked her large dark pink aureoles and thick, succulent nipples. He ran his hand lightly over her soft, pouting, fur clad mound. He ran his fingers through her long, dark thick head of hair. "You love your hair, don't you?" he asked her. Roxi wouldn't answer. "Well, it'll have to go. All of it." Roxi looked at him. "NO!" she shouted at him. "Yes" he replied. "And you're going to be the one to shave it all off."

Henry picked up a thick bamboo cane off of a table. He ran the end of it up Roxi's ass crack, then pretended to fuck her ass with it. Roxi gasped as she flinched. Then he ran it between her legs, sawing gently across her labia. Roxi shook in fear. He walked around to the front of the hanging, naked girl. He raised the cane and brought it crashing down on the tops of her tits. Roxi howled in pain. THWACK! went the cane four more times across her tender tit flesh. Then he walked around to Roxi's rear. THWACK! the cane seared into her tender ass flesh. THWACK! she cried out in pain. THWACK! her body jumped with impact. THWACK! over and over the cane came crashing down on her ass until Henry had counted twenty strokes.

Henry walked around to face Roxi. Tears were running down her face, and onto her breasts. "Are you ready to shave now?" he asked her. She looked at him, her lips quivering. "Y-y-y-yes" she said. He took her down from the ceiling, taser at the ready, and walked her over to a bed in the far corner of the basement. He fitted Roxi with a collar and a chain that came down from the ceiling, which was attached to a dog runner. The chain was long enough to allow her some freedom of movement, and to lay down comfortably on the bed. Henry handed her a pair of clippers, and directed her to a full length mirror by the bed. Roxi turned on the clippers and shaved her head until all of her raven locks lay around her feet. Then she spread her legs, and shaved her pussy until only a light stubble remained. Roxi began to cry as she looked in the mirror at her bald head and bald pussy. Like the Biblical story of Samson, she thought her hair gave her strength and power over men. Now she felt weak and helpless, cold and ****. She finished shaving her pussy mound smooth with a razor and shaving cream Henry had given her. 'Where was the Order? Why hadn't they come to rescue her?' she thought to herself. She felt abandoned. Humiliated.

Roxi felt the inevitability of her situation close in all around her. She had used, manipulated, tortured, abused, and trained men for a good part of her young life. Now the tables were turned and she saw no way out of her own slavery. If Henry had his way, her belly would soon be round and full with his child.