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the soap went farther.  The soap foam was delicious as it gave off the beautiful aroma; she delighted in rubbing it on her skin.
    The captain could feel herself becoming aroused as she watched the naked woman in her tub wash her skin.  She was unconsciously beautiful in her delight and wonderment.
    Claire lifted her arm to wash behind her neck.  “Oh no, I have forgotten to put up my hair!”  She realized it was tumbling down her back and getting soaked in the water.
    “Do not worry about it, we will wash that as well,” the captain assured her as she sat down in a chair watching her captive bathe.  It was quite enticing and she was enjoying it immensely.  “Lay back and get it all completely wet,” she suggested.
    “It will take forever to dry,” Claire said in a pained voice and the captain nearly laughed as she complied.  She sounded so...feminine in her complaints.  She came up and her hair was slicked back.  She worked the soap into her locks and lay back again to rinse a little and scrub her scalp until she heard no more bubbles popping in her ears, and then sat up.  Claire lifted her legs one by one to smooth the soap on and wash them.  The captain could see the blonde hairs, darker on her legs.  Rising suddenly, she went to the locker again and, grabbing another jar she returned to the tub, with a cloth as well.
    “Oh, a washcloth?” Claire asked, eagerly reaching for the cloth, but the captain held it out of reach.  Unless Claire wanted to rise out of the water that was hiding her naked body, she would have to sit and wait.
    “Nay, this is not for washing, but for wiping,” the captain explained.  “Stand up!” she commanded.
    “What?” Claire looked up in consternation.  Surely she had not heard correctly.  Was her humiliation to begin already?  It was bad enough the captain had allowed her no privacy to complete her bath, she had watched her the whole time.  Was she going to have her stand naked before her?  She reached for the blanket she had used to wrap herself in, but the captain used her stockinged foot to pull it out of reach.
    “Stand up!” she commanded again.
    Claire gulped and began to rise from the tub.  She used her hand to hide between her legs and held her other arm across her breasts.  The captain nearly laughed again.
    “Raise your arm above your head,” she commanded.
    “W-w-why?” she stuttered, alarmed.  Raising her arm would mean she would not be able to hide her privates.  She would be on view for the captain to see all.
    “Because I said so, and unless you want me to call two of my men in here to hold you as I want you, I suggest you comply,” she said sternly, her eyes suddenly hard; she was not willing to play games.
    Because Claire did not know the captain well, she did not know if the threat was real or not.  Hesitantly, she began to raise her arm, the one across her breasts.  Closing her eyes against her humiliation, she raised it above her head.  She was surprised when the captain wiped some of the contents of her jar under her arm with the cloth.
    “Lower it and then raise the other arm,” she commanded, as she watched Claire and indicated what she wanted.
    Puzzled, Claire slowly complied, switching her hands to hide the V of her legs from view.  Again the captain smeared the paste under her other arm.
    “Now, put your leg up on the side of the tub,” the captain ordered.
    Opening her eyes in curiosity, she did as the captain requested.  She watched as the redhead smeared more of the paste on her cloth and then on her leg, all around it and well above the knee as well. 
    Looking closely, the captain decided not to shock the virgin any more than she already had been today, choosing not to go any higher than mid-thigh.  She quickly did the other leg as well.  “Lift your arm again,” she ordered, and putting the paste aside she used the cloth, along with water from the tub, to wipe under first one arm and then the other.