Masquerade of a Fox Spirit

A warm humidity lingers in the bathroom.

With no one around to perform for, her face falls. What remains is an almost bored expression that has a touch of arrogance to it, yet its her default expression. Her face finally feels comfortable.

After turning on the lights, Ren turns on the exhaust fan to clear the remaining steam and checks to make sure that the water is still preheated. Satisfied, she then starts undressing in the entry area of the bathroom.

The area is carpeted with a counter arranged with what she uses to get ready in the morning, a sink, a mirror, a laundry basket, and a place to set or hang clean clothes to wear after. This is also where the switches and the control panel for the bathroom are found.

As shes pulling down her panties, Ren notices the patch of sticky mess on the fabric as shes disposing of them.

Sigh.

Naked and ready, Ren enters the bathroom proper, closing the door that separates the two areas on the way, and heads for the shower area to begin.

Since the steam and heat have filtered out, the temperature has dropped and Ren flesh can help but react. Her peach fuzz bristles as her toes walk across the cool tile and she makes her way to the shower area.

With the temperature set beforehand, Ren simply stands under the shower head as she turns it on. The sudden warmth gives her fleeting tingles that bubble throughout her from the sudden acclimation, which causes her peachy skin to further prickle and nipples to grow erect.

After letting her body be generously warmed by the falling water, Ren hangs her head and lets it continuously fall on the back of her neck. Gradually her neck and back muscles start to relax as the temperature controlled water lightly massages.

As the shower massage works its magic, Rens mind drifts to the events of the day. She thinks of Sashas poker face as it struggles to not contort under the pressure of her relentless bullying. Thinks of the alleyway trash and how their faces twisted when they realised they were **ed. The way they writhed on the ground pathetically. Remembers the delectable way her scent mixed with Sashas after punishing him. And his confession.

Having grown hot and tingly all over, Rens hands creep across her body; her left reaches to caress a breast while the other reaches between her legs.

Righty is eagerly greeted by a viscous moistness that quickly coats her fingers as she starts to teasingly rub at her lips.

Meanwhile, Lefty is fondling her soft mound a bit before moving on to play with her nipple. The erect flesh is tickled and pinched at while her other hand massages at her special bean.[1]

Knowing that Kara is in the other room somehow stokes the fire burning throughout her body. Ren bites her lip and tries to repress any noises shes compelled to release as she continues to play with herself.

After a few minutes, Lefty joins Righty down below and starts working its way in and out of Ren. Her fingers are quickly drenched as her natural lubricant drips from her arousal.

Righty continues to assault her clit, tickling and massaging at the protruding red button[2] as Lefts fingers move in and out of Ren while writhing about. Occasionally, her nipples are stimulated by rogue streams of water.

Ren struggles to stifle a needy moan, Its not enough.

Righty takes the shower head, changes it to a higher setting with a thumb, and then directs the strong stream of water at her pleasure button. She bites down the urge to cry out and quivers from the sudden, strong stimulation; her knees weaken. The urge to sit down and spread her legs is barely suppressed as she forces herself to continue standing. Her legs buckle as she tortures her most sensitive spot with a jet of water.

The stream erratically teases her as she makes small shaky movements with the hand holding the shower head. Each time the hot liquid sweeps over her special bean, a tingling jolt electrifies her and courses through her body as a sensation slowly builds up. She feels like an overfilling dam on the verge of bursting yet the water levels keep rising.

She starts holding a water jet aimed directly at her pleasure button; like trying to win a prize from those water gun race games they have at carnivals. The water pressure is kept there until she reaches the end, no longer being able to take it, and the dam finally bursts. Ren bites down hard on her lower lip and a soft moan escapes as the pressure is finally released and a tingly wave reverberates throughout her before dissipating over time.

The panting and flushed peach returns the shower head to its holder and then finally allows herself to rest on the small plastic stool thats in the shower area.

The warm water once again massaging her back as she collects herself.

Pussy still purring from playtime.

…

A short while later.

Ren stands and rinses thick juices off her hands before starting to wash herself.

Soapy lavender scented suds coat her sensitive skin and washes away the events of the day. She then generously lathers her hair with shampoo and massages it throughout before rinsing and applying conditioner. As she lets the conditioner sit for a few minutes to rehydrate her hair, she combs her fingers through to detangle it while mentally thanking the spirits that this is all she needs to do to not deal with tangles.

A few minutes later, she rinses her hair once more and then turns off the shower to go soak in the floral scented bath that awaits her.

…

After about twenty minutes.

When the water starts to turn lukewarm, Ren finally stops soaking. She exits the bath and quickly takes a shower on the cold setting for a minute before grabbing a towel and drying herself as she moves to the changing area.

In the changing area, she pushes a button on the control panel display and the water starts to drain from the bathtub. Ren finishes drying, wraps her hair in the towel, and wears on the fresh clothes she prepared earlier before exiting the bathroom.

A rush of cool, fresh air greets Ren as she opens the door and crosses the threshold to return to her room.

Kara is found sleeping, sitting with her back against the side of the bed. As if she was waiting for Ren when she fell asleep. Ren sends Sasha a quick message with her mobile to tidy up and wait in her room. She then grabs the blow dryer and returns to the bathrooms changing area to dry her hair before the mirror.

By the time she exits, the dishes from earlier have been cleared away and Sasha stands off to the side awaiting his next instructions.

Taking advantage of her sleeping position, Ren has Sasha help her remove the jumper from Kara and move her to the bed after. They then remove the pants of the deeply sleeping girl.

Left in only a shirt and undergarments, Ren is now able to see the colourful bruises that sporadically mar Karas body. Feeling like there could be more, she peeks under the shirt as well and, unsurprisingly, find more marks in various states of healing.

Rens teeth clench as she tries to suppress her rage.

The urge to destroy wildly surges within her; her inner fox craving revenge.

From some of the bruising, Ren can clearly see hand marks and marks from restraints on her thin figure. Disgust further fuels her bloodlust as her mind uncontrollably comes to conclusions about how the marks came about.

Sasha focus on Rens hand that clenches into a tight fist that starts to shake with her temper while her face seems constipated by the need to release a battle cry and declare war. He wants to comfort her, to do something to help, yet comes up blank. Thats not something with which hes familiar.

Instead, he silently stands off to the side watching Ren seethe until her rage gradually simmers down as her mind comes up with numerous possible plans for vengeance.

Placated for the time being, Ren takes out her mobile and snaps some pictures of the markings.

She then gets Sasha to help her redress Kara and move her under the covers.

When thats taken care of, Ren dismisses Sasha and slips in bed to rest.

Sleep doesn come quickly.

Rens mind lingers on what lies out of sight yet vividly in her mind.