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Cellulose & Steel	By : Not-Taylor Category: Misc Books > FemmeSlash Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is the first time she has actually entered the bathroom. Its utilities are as large as everything else in the hab unit. The tub in particular is immense, but not too tall to easily enter. In a recess stand more cleaning products than some convenience store shelves, all labeled in Affini with no evidence of what they’re for. The containers are all in pale and comforting colors. While Olivia is turning to shut the door, water starts pouring from a spigot in the wall. It fills the volume quickly, more quickly than she expected. She does feel a bit dirty after all, so she starts to peel off the interface suit she hadn’t taken off since Ginger was lost. Kidnapped by xeno freaks, that is.
The bruised parts of Olivia’s skin cry out in objection to the suit’s removal. Little areas of scab make her pause every so often. The boundaries of torn sections are just as stuck on as the natural ends of the synthetic material. She flinches and removes the last of it, feeling a little freer now that she’s not constrained by a uniform or the shackles she’d escaped. She sighs.
She places a hand in the water stream, finding it to be a suitable temperature. That surprises her a little, but she attributes it to a lucky guess on the part of Verda. She brings her dampened hand to her mouth and flicks it with her tongue. That’s reclamation water. No wonder the poisonous bonsais are.able to waste so much on frivolities like bathtubs in space. This would be Olivia’s first since she had been on Terra, which was years ago now.
Reading the various labels of the soaps and shampoos in front of her doesn’t enlighten Olivia as to what they’re for. Opening the containers isn’t more helpful, as they seem to all just be a bunch of viscous fluids, unsurprisingly. She thinks about going to ask Verda for a translation. Who knows what xenodrugs might be in which? That’s a bad idea. She grits her teeth. The xeno would be delighted to help, if only to pick Olivia’s poison. Of course she would also be happy to have more evidence of her captive’s helplessness. A free Terran shouldn’t need a xeno’s aid! Still, things could be worse than being called “pet” a few more times. No, it’s impossible. To ask for help, Olivia would have to be seen naked by the alien, something intolerable. She gags at the mental image of herself naked in front of the gloating affini asking for help taking a bath.
That settled it. Olivia resolutely grabs the most promising bottle on the shelf, one that has a sketch of a showering anthropomorph, and dumps a decent amount into the tub. A vast column of bubbles erupts from the surface as water continues to pour in. When the water stops, Olivia stares down the bubble wall, which nearly passes her head. Shrugging, she gets in.
Most of the bubbles dissipate in contact with her flesh, leaving a much more manageable amount around her. She can even see water in a few places. The water itself is very warm. Olivia feels as if it’s burning away the dirt and sweat that she’d already gotten used to feeling. It’s a good sensation, relaxing. Every time the water hits one of her bruises, her face twitches. It’s not that painful. She can handle it. There are no sponges or washcloths, probably because affini don’t use them she thinks. Olivia starts to run her hands along herself to get clean. It’s such a soothing sensation, having the suds scour off the dirt. Her skin feels softer already. She smiles genuinely, the last time being so long ago she doesn’t remember when it was. The soothing texture and gently minted scent of the bubbles are a welcome relief from the glassy sensory monotone of the tank from which she’d piloted her ship.
Stretching her arms in exultation at the comfort of her present surroundings, Olivia groans. She brings down her arms with a gentle splash. She’s missed splashing in the water. She hadn’t really had a chance to lately. Actually, not since she was in school. Since then she’d been too focused on other things to just splash. Now she has a chance to make up for lost time. She starts slapping the surface of the water gently and rhythmically, giggling a little at the sound it makes. Plip, plap, plep, plup. With nobody watching, she may as well enjoy herself.
Soon, Olivia is splashing harder and water sloshes over the sides of the tub. Her body feels so light and airy, lighter than it did in freefall. It’s been years since she was in this good of a mood. Her skin is humming from its new cleanliness and she’s completely relaxed, simply enjoying the rise and fall of the water under her mighty limbs.
A loud tap on the wall behind her startles her out of her enjoyment. How long has she-
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Verda had entered the room and Olivia hadn’t heard the door over her play. She was standing just outside the splash radius, watching her “pet” attempting to get clean.
“I didn’t know- Why are you here? I’m-”
“It’s quite all right. Darling, that’s the shampoo!” she notices, picking up the bottle from the floor. You’ve used so much, no wonder! Such a cute Terran. You could have simply asked me for help, you know.”
“I didn’t… want to. I can bath.”
“Evidently not. Let’s get rid of the thought cleanser and get you rinsed off.” She pushes a button on her tablet and the water and suds drains in a few seconds, leaving Olivia bare. She cringes and raises an arm to hide her interior areas from Verda’s eyes, even as she flops against the wall slightly in the process. She still has shame.
Verda sighs and pushes another button to fill the tub with fresh water. Olivia gasps at the fresh sensation all over her skin. It’s a lot after the muted feel of the shampoo. When the tub is full, Verda gets in with her with a rather unimposing splash. There’s still plenty of room to move around, not that she would be able to take advantage with the tree woman occupying the middle.
“And you haven’t even washed your hair?” The affini tuts. “At least you’ve left enough in the bottle for that.”
“Nooo,” Olivia tries to object, but a couple of vines sent across her shoulder silences her. Her skin there danced a hundred times how it had danced under the bubbles. Dazzled by the sensation, she goes limp enough for Verda to handle. Scooping water into her hands, she rinses out her human’s hair, and starts gently and carefully working out the knots and tangles that had been getting worse even since their meeting. Olivia moans under the affini’s touch. The shampoo seems to have made her scalp extra sensitive despite never having touched there. Soon she gasps for breath between ten fingers and two tentacles, her hands on the floor of the tub attempting to stabilize her. As Verda dispenses a couple of drops of the shampoo to lather into her hair, Olivia whimpers at the loss of her touch. She leans against the affini instinctively.
Verda laughs softly. “I knew you would be eager for me to wash you, little one. So well behaved, staying still to be bathed by your mistress!”
With that, she puts her hands back onto her head and works the grease and sweat out of her hair. The human emits a contented sigh, against her will. A Free Terran should not be so receptive to a xeno’s touch. The taunt goads her to action, and she tries to sit upright and tell Verda just how she feels about the ordeal, but she could bring herself to move enough to do so. Her mouth drifted open during the affini’s ministrations and there was no strength to close it. Olivia feels even more relaxed than she did when she was splashing. She resolved to be strong, not to give in to the impulses she experienced, but the combination of a massage with the feeling of finally being clean and the effects of the xenodrugs gave her a blissful worriless serenity. A second and a minute are indistinguishable.
Scooping some water up with her leaves, Verda rinses Olivia’s hair again, removing the last of the shampoo. She drains the tub and starts to rinse the rest of her as well. With a towel that hadn’t been in the room before, she stands Olivia up and starts toweling her off. She shivers from the fabric and shivers much more from the grazing by the affini’s vines in the process.
“You did very well staying still while I washed you today, my ‘free terran.’ I know you wanted to resist and I’m proud of you for being so obedient. Returning by yourself after going for a walk and now this? You’ve made such progress, pet.”
With a gentle squeeze on the shoulders, Verda lets go to an extra loud moan from Olivia. She steps out of the tub, pausing to look at the freshly washed woman before her. She smiles and transfers her from the tub to the bathroom floor with her vines.
“You’ve done so well, I’d say you deserve a reward. But not now. I think you’re ready for bed.” The affini giggles.
“No bed.” The human struggles to stand by herself, indicating that the readiness for bed is quite real. She doesn’t fight against being led to the bedroom again
“No? I suppose you have been sleeping a lot lately. But don’t worry, I’ll still watch you and we can sit together while I work. The xenodrugs should have worn off enough for you to enjoy your next meal by the time it’s ready.”
Wrapping a vine around Olivia’s shoulders and smiling, the affini leads her out and into their bedroom. She quickly and efficiently dresses her in the same companion garb that Ginger had been wearing in the footage. Olivia would only notice that later. Verda placed her in a chair and stepped back to admire the effects of the bath, smiling at her ward. Olivia shuddered as a vine gently passed along her cheek.
“You look adorable, darling. How wonderful that I have such an obedient and cute pet! Ask me for anything you need. I’ll be right here with you for the rest of the day.”
With a quick hug she retreats to her chair and opens her computer, beaming at Olivia. Olivia doesn’t feel cute, but she still feels content. Really, her life could be a lot worse than this. Maybe being around Verda isn’t so bad after all.
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