She's the first to be shaved

"Don't touch me, you low-life filth!" Altheia is not wrong in her assessment of your social standing, but she does have an overly inflated sense of her own value. This snotty little brat needs to be taken down a notch or two and you decide to make an example of her for her friends. Before she retreats another step you are on her and drag her to the bench at the side of the pool. The girl is soft and spoiled and so weak that even she tries to put up a fight you have no problem laying her on her back and holding her down as her legs kick wildly up into the air.

"Hold her still!" You snap at her lackies and with less than a single heartbeat of hesitation the pair grab onto Altheia's kicking legs and hold her down against the polished marble of the bench. "Good," you compliment them as they cling to the redhead's jerking legs, "hold her nice and still," You show them Kerns polished razor, "I'd hate to cut into those pretty little pussy lips of hers. The sight of the single edged blade gleaming in the lamplight goes a long way towards taking the fight out of the little bitch, but just in case you have the other two hold her legs firmly as you pour some of the scented oil onto the patch of red curls that grow in a small triangle that points downward to her sex.

You lack Kern's experience and confidence with the straight-edge, but it doesn't take long before you start getting the hang of it. soon enough all the hair has been scraped away and all that is left is Altheia's pale soft skin gleaming in the lamplight. By the time you are done some of the fight has gone out of Altheia and when you pull away to move the razor away to Kern's bag, you get a good look.

"Are you done humiliating me?" The skinny noblewoman may no longer be struggling, but there is plenty of fight left in her, as her contemptuous question makes clear. That's OK with you, it looks like you and Kern are going to have a lot of time on your hands, and you can think of far worse ways to spend it than teaching this spoiled brat some manners.

"Almost," you laugh as you return to your spot between her raised legs. "You're wrong about Dorothea you know." This time you pour the oil onto your fingers instead of directly on her. As you rub the scented oil onto the sensitive skin where the razor had been, you tell her about how you found Dorothea. "She fought like a wildcat when I lay her down on her back." By now your fingers have moved to the pink petals of Altheia's sex and you hear her gasp when she feels the tip of your oiled finger slide up towards her hidden pearl. "She wiggled and squirmed under my body; I had to force my big, fat, hard cock into her tight little slit." You push a finger carefully into Altheia's even tighter slit and the struggles returned in full. The two girls holding her legs almost lost their grip, but not quite. "She's only now learning her place as my slave." You've never had the chance to feel for a girl's hymen, and you'll need Kern to double check to be sure, but you are pretty confident that you can feel the restriction within her that confirms that you are the first man to spread this noblewoman's legs.

"Stop that, you animal." There is a note of uncertainty in her voice now as she feels your fingers press carefully against the elastic membrane. "You can't ruin me ... we both know you wouldn't dare."

Whether or not you'd dare isn't what's keeping you from tearing her open. If and when this girl becomes a woman, it should be a man's cock that breaks the seal and makes her pay Hera's blood tax, not a finger. To deflower a virgin with anything other than a cock would be such a waste. When you pull back a little, the fear on Altheia's face turns to triumph.

"I told you, girls!" She crows scornfully. "They can fool around with the servants and merchant girls, but they can't defile the daughter of a high house like ours." That is not the message you want these girls to take out of this, you are beginning to see why Kern separated all the best prizes out for himself to train. Something has to be done to put this spoiled brat in her place, and you have a pretty good idea what to do.