Page 21 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“On all fours,” she said while tapping my legs shut.
“What?” I asked, too delirious from pain to process anything.
“Get on all fours and stick butt in air.” I paused, unsure if I should really listen to her, that was until her unibrow turned into a horrifying shade of angry and barked at me. “Now.”
Eeep.
Quickly, I turned over and got on all fours, sticking my ass in the air as I was told.
And I thought conversations with Henry and Delaney were humiliating. I met my match.
Without warning, she spread wax over my anus and patted down a paper strip.
I gulped.
Here we go.
I took advantage of the handles properly positioned at the top of the bed—gripping on for dear life—and without warning, in one smooth motion, Marta ripped my butthole right off my body to join my other lady bits in the graveyard of broken and torn private parts.
Oh EFF!!
Penis breath! She is a giant man-lady with penis breath!
The lightest of chuckles sounded through the room.
“Demon. You’re a demon,” I muttered as Marta placed both of her hands on my butt cheeks and spread them wide. I could feel her face close in and at that moment, I prayed to the flatus gods that they would award me with a prize-winning toot that would curl her eyebrow right into a ’fro. But was I ever that lucky?No.
Instead, Marta said, “We will bleach too.”
“Bleach what? You’re removing all the hair.”
“Bleach the anus,” she said as she placed another strip on me.
“What? Ahhh, cock-sucking sadist,” I called out as my forehead found the cushion of the table.
“One more and then we will do the bleaching.”
“Wait, why are we bleach . . . bouncing beluga whales, I hate you,” I cried out, pounding on the table, after she pulled one last strip.
“All done,” she tapped my ass as I tried to catch my breath from the onslaught of the unibrow-waxing beast.
“We will do light bleach, just stay like that.”
I felt too abused to even stop her so I just curled up against the bed, with my ass in the air, trying to find my happy place where unicorns frolicked in glittering fields of donuts and cherry trees.
It wasn’t until I got home and sat on my bed, mind whirling from what I just went through, that I finally came out of the fog that I was in, that brutally Marta put me in.
The comfort of my room encased me as I stared at the ground, wondering if I would ever feel my nether regions again. I was too scared to look at what Marta did to me, and to say I was on fire down below was an understatement.
Taking a deep breath, I walked to my dresser, grabbed a pair of short shorts and a big shirt, and started to take off my clothes to get ready for bed.Early.I was in no mood to talk to my roommates.
Henry tried to talk to us when we got back, but I went straight to my room and shut my door, not even talking to Delaney. I’d never felt so torn apart in my life, so openly massacred from the waist down. There had to be skin missing; there was no doubt in my mind I would be needing some extra vitamins to repair whatever damage was caused down below. If Delaney wanted to prolong my virginity, she hit the mark because right now, no penis was getting close to my vagina.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled down my pants and then my boy shorts. My eyes lifted to the mirror in front of me and I nearly screamed from the sight in the reflection.
I was completely bare, but in place of hair, there were a million red bumps all over my skin. I squatted to the ground, spread my legs, and looked in the mirror. From my belly button to my ass was a line of red bumps across my skin that led to a rather white-looking asshole.
“Holy fuck,” I said, not caring about my language one bit.
