The inspection

Karden came into the room followed by the plump man. He looked over Henna at first, then Vrasha. "What is it you expect from going through the process, my lady?" he asked.

Vrasha's face was flushed red with embarrassment, but the scent of her sex gave away the fact that she was also aroused and excited. She knew the protocol for slaves, and she was intent on playing that part while she was going through the process with Henna. "Please Master, I have no title. I am a **** going through the process Gelmina requires of me."

Karden chuckled. He understood Vrasha now wanting to roleplay as a potential ****. "I see," he said. He felt her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingertips, which made Vrasha shudder and mewl with lusty passion. "Your breasts are very nice. Very sensitive. They will be good for a lot of purposes from tit fucking to breast feeding. You do want to bear your Master's children some day, don't you ****?"

"Whatever you desire Master," she answered in a soft, sensual voice.

Karden moved his hands lower as he inspected her little pink anal pucker and her soaking wet labia and nether lips. Again Vrasha sighed with passion. "That hair will have to come off. None of our female slaves are allowed to have pubic hair."

Vrasha's knees went weak. "Yes Master. Please shave it off."

Karden smiled. "You ask so nicely, how could I not reward your desire?"

Vrasha felt the need to be totally humiliated. "Will you shave off the hair on my head also?" She had seen how her father and brother often humiliated women by shaving their heads. The women cried and sulked as they were sheared, and then shaved smooth.

"If my Mistress is to go bald, then I also wish to go bald," Henna spoke up. "I will share her fate."

This request surprised Karden. He wasn't expecting Vrasha to push roleplaying so far. "We usually save shearing and shaving a female ****'s head for the very unruly ones. As you can tell from most slaves you've seen around the city, there aren't too many of them. But since you requested it so kindly, it will be done. Your head and your ****'s will be sheared and shaved along with your pubic mounds."

It sent chills up Vrasha's spine as the men left the room, only to come back moments later with shears, shaving bowls, and straight razors. They ordered the two women to sit with their legs spread wide open. First their pubic mounds were sheared as close as Karden and the plump man could get them. Then off came the hair on their heads. She watched as her long tresses of hair fell to the floor around her feet. She could feel the need for release building up inside her. Her breathing became ragged and unsteady as she closed her eyes and imagined she had lost the war to her brother and father, and that they were the ones doing these things to her, making her an example to everyone who dared to defy them. Mini orgasms shook her, and she trembled with delight.

Karden could not help but want to push things farther. Once she was smooth shaven, Karden stood her up. "Now bend over and grab your ankles," he ordered. "It's time to test out that soaking wet pussy of yours."

This set off an alarm in Vrasha's head. "I think this is enough roleplay. I've signed no contract. I'll get pregnant, more than likely. I'm not ready for that."

Karden slapped her ass very hard. It was hard enough to make her jump and give her an orgasm at the same time. "You want to play this game? You're going to play it to the end. Now bend over and grab your ankles."

(Disclaimer: No women had their heads shaved during the writing of this chapter. At least none the author knows of. Bald prosthetics and V rugs were used to simulate shearing and shaving. Why the author thought this was important is anyone's guess. Any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Stay tuned for our next exciting chapter!)