Washed clean of sin, with help

She lay back as best she could in the tub, her legs crossed, and her back against one side, both arms crossed over her chest.

At least her body was hidden from the crowd, she reflected. Small blessings, knowing she'd have to walk out of it again soon. And she still wished she could duck her head down and hide her face too.

"There, there," the redhead cooed comfortingly. "You're with your true family now. You don't have to worry. Just let the water wash over you. Do you feel it?"

By 'it,' did she mean **** mortification? Peggy bit her lip, but nodded. It was clearly what she expected.

"Then relax," the redhead said. "You've been out in the world so long, it covers you with its sin and negativity and its clothes. Here, you're free of all that. We can purify you."

Peggy tried not to whimper.

"Th-thank you," Peggy said.

Focus on the mission. That was what she was here for; gain their trust and get involved.

The redhead smiled, then walked away. Peggy breathed a sigh of relief; at least no one was looking down on her nude form now. That had to be a positive. It-

And then there were more footsteps as she returned, this time holding an admittedly soft-looking cloth.

"We can wash you clean," the redhead said, saintlike, and Peggy had a sinking feeling that she was being literal.

Peggy flushed again as the redhead took one of her hands, lifting her arm up and beginning to gently caress, massaging the cloth up and down her limb. It seemed scented with some kind of herb.

It was relaxing, Peggy would give it that; there was just the not-minor problem of being stripped naked in the middle of a park.

And then it got worse, as maybe a dozen more people approached. Peggy's eyes widened; she shifted for a moment, splashing slightly-

"It's ok," the redhead murmured. "We'll wash you clean."

She hadn't signed up for this!

A second pair of hands started to massage the arm the redhead had, then Peggy flushed as attention was paid to her other arm, pulling it away from her chest. She splashed slightly, whimpering, only for the redhead to comfortingly.

And then one person took one of her legs, lifting it up to the rim of the bath; in doing so she'd parted Peggy's hips, baring her pussy for the startling close growing crowd to see.

Oh god, this was too much! She should just back out, the mission wasn't worth this-

Silky-smooth cloths rubbed up and down her arms and legs, those on her legs getting whimper-inducingly close to her core, tenderly washing away her 'sin,' supposedly.

Peggy squeaked as the redhead, without warning, moved inward to take Peggy's tits in her hand, rubbing against each in turn. She seemed surprised when Peggy squeaked.

That didn't stop her from groping though, fondling each in turn, from every angle; Peggy flushed further when yet more hands joined in.

She whimpered, bright red. Oh god, why hadn't she pressed for more details?

"Stand up," the redhead whispered soothingly. "We need to get to the rest of you."

She should back out. Just say no, and run away.

Still, she'd endured this much humiliation. Peggy made herself stand, whimpering as her arms were raised (still being cleaned). Water cascaded from her, and the redhead's hands continued to massage her tits, while more started to grope Peggy's ass.

For a moment she seriously considered getting out of the tub, grabbing her clothes and running, damn the consequences for the SSR-

And then she saw her clothes, calmly and methodically, being picked up from where she'd left them and thrown all at once onto the fire under the cauldrons. A sudden shriek escaped Peggy's lips.

Oh god, no!

"Shh," the redhead murmured. "Don't worry. You won't need them any more. Aren't you feeling better already?"

She moved her cleansing caress lower, leaving Peggy's chest to the ministrations of still more people, her tender cloth never leaving Peggy's skin.

Peggy just whimpered.