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Portia

Over the next twenty minutes two men keep me down while three women do their work. One waxes me to within an inch of my life. The only hair left on my person is that on my head and my eyebrows. I'm beyond feeling embarrassed at this point. I'm just fighting and I manage to kick one of the women in the nose. I'm pretty sure I break it, but I don't care.

Finding me too much trouble to apply makeup like they have to the other women, they brush out my hair and leave it loose down my back before attaching heavy cuffs to both my wrists and ankles then securing my arms at my sides by chains that attach to the ankle restraints. My ankles are connected too, by a short chain that makes every step a hazard.

There are more than a dozen women in here with me. I recognize a few of the younger ones from the boat. We're all naked, my towel long gone. I'm the only one whose chains connect at the ankles, though. Theirs lock their arms to their sides but give them some mobility.

They're heavily m