She is bathed and shaven and collapses in pleasure

Soon enough, Isa was led to a caravan full of men and women of different colors, both of their skin and of whatever parts of their hair Isa could see.

The man led her over to a woman with a few wrinkles and thick bushy eyebrows, and uttered something Isa didn't understand (though she could only understand a few bits and pieces of what the man said anyway) before running off elsewhere in the caravan. The woman then turned to Isa and shocked her by testing out a few languages before landing on decent enough Norse and continuing when she got a response.

"What is your name?"

"Isa."

The woman simply smirked, "that happens to be our name for the Messiah."

"Well, I can assure you I was not named for such heathenry," Isa almost scoffed while the woman shrugged, looked down at Isa's vagina, and knelt to pull out the cross that was still sticking out. She noticed the shine of the long end that had been in Isa for almost 24 hours before tossing it aside, muttering "you people of the book..." half to herself, but still in Norse.

"You are unclean, and need to be cleaned up," the woman continued, once again pulling on Isa's pubic hair.

"Well, I've been in the sun all day," Isa responded with a nervous chuckle.

"When was the last time you bathed?" the woman pulled out a razor as she stood back up.

"Ummm, probably before we set out for down south," Isa continued, "so I'd say a week or two."

The woman tutted as she pulled Isa's arms up, "well, your hair is unhygienic", pulling this time on the hair on Isa's armpits, "but first we need to bathe you."

It was then that Isa noticed a pot of water standing on the floor with a cloth in it. The woman took the cloth out, wrung out the water, and started rubbing Isa down with a water that had a light but flowery fragrance. The water almost stung Isa's lightly-sunburnt skin, but the woman's circular motions soothed the pain somewhat.

After rubbing Isa's shoulders and arms with the water cloth, making sure to dampen her pit hair, the woman moved to Isa's chest. Isa noticed that the woman initially avoided her nipple areas, but the tension grew as the circles spiraled into those pink pieces of nerves. Isa didn't know if it was just her, or if the woman spent some extra time smushing the cloth into her nipples until they went from soft and warm to cold and hard.

The rest of the washing went without much incident. The woman rubbed down Isa's legs before making wide circular swathes around Isa's large posterior, causing it to jiggle, and dampened her bush. She finished by lifting each of Isa's feet and wiping down the soles and getting in between her toes.

"Well, then," she raised Isa's left arm and shaved her left pit, then did the same for the right arm and pit. Then she knelt down once again, grabbing Isa's moist hip and making her first pass on Isa's pubic hair. Nothing happened until the hair was reduced to stubble, when the woman adjusted her grip into Isa's inner thigh, her meaty hands just an inch from Isa's labia as she went closer to the hair still straggling Isa's most intimate exterior parts.

Eventually Isa was completely shaven from her urethra to her anus. The woman wasn't satisfied, however, and adjusted her grip once again, placing her hand on Isa's genitalia as she went for her public mound. Isa didn't know if this was on purpose, but by the way the woman was adjusting her hand and rubbing Isa's clitoris it might as well have been. This went on for a good minute as the woman shaved off the last of Isa's hair in that area. Her grip had done her work, and Isa spasmed as she was finishing and fell to the floor.

The woman stood up, standing over Isa's panting form as she tutted once again arms akimbo.

"Very well," she continued, "we'll get you dressed in due course, but tell me - do you look forward to going back to the religion you were born into?"