Atlantis’s Greatest Adulterer

“Xandra, the queen of Atlantis has been convicted of adultery,” declares the Judge. “The sentence is to be carried out in public” he continues. “The prisoner, former Queen Xandra is to be taken to the public square tomorrow at high noon. She is to have all the clothes torn from her body until she is naked. Her clothes are to be thrown to the gathered crowd, which I remind you will only consist of male citizens as the law prescribes. She is then to have all the hair on her body shaved off, from head to toe. the court room gasps. The judge continues. “She will then be rendered permanently hairless so that no hair will ever grow on her body again. She will not be allowed to wear any form of clothing for the rest of her life. Once complete, she will be walked naked and hairless through the streets to the auction block on the waterfront where she will be sold to the highest bidder as a sex slave.”

Xandra was married to King Zeus of Atlantis. She had committed adultery, and by the laws of the city, her sentence had just been read. Her lawyers had pleaded guilty knowing they could never get an acquittal. The best they could hope for is the judge would show mercy. He didn’t. The judge said it would be the most severe sentence he had ever passed down.

Xandra was the first queen of the Kingdom of Atlantis who had been found guilty of committing a crime. She was the first queen to commit the sin of adultery and the first one to be convicted and sentenced to such a harsh judgment. She was sentenced to the humiliation of being made permanently naked and hairless and then sold at auction as a common sex slave. She was to walk the streets nude to her own public sale with no covering of any type.

In the middle of the square stood a raised wooden platform with steps running up the sides. On the surface was the lone chair and table, which were positioned to the front of the platform. Behind the table sat the executioner. The square was jam packed and people were still coming. It looked like every man in the city was there. The Queen had never had sexual intercourse with a common man of Atlantis.

They cheered and hollered and pumped their fists. All wanting the former queen, Xandra, to be brought from the prison house and into the center of town for her public humiliation. No one felt an ounce of sympathy for the queen.

Finally, the queen is brought into view. She is led, dressed in a flowing gown of blue, toward the podium, her arms bound with chains. A murmur rises from the crowd when the Queen raises her head. Her hair is a beautiful, long blond braid, wrapped with a gold band. She walks up the steps, the chains clanking the whole time.

The executioner motions for her to stand in front of the chair. The guards unlock her chains and back away. The Judge begins to read. His voice booms across the square, and all can hear his words:

“Xandra the former Queen of Atlantis,

“You have been convicted of the crime of adultery. You are to have your clothing ripped from you and left naked, the hair of your head and body is to be removed by a sharp razor until you are bald from head to toe. Once this is done and complete, your naked and denuded body will then be rendered permanently bald and completely devoid of hair for the remainder of your life. You will be forbidden from ever wearing any form of clothing for the rest of your life. This is to remind you and everyone who sees you of your disgrace. Your clothes will be given to the crowd. Then once completely nude you are to walk to the Waterfront, where you will be put on the auction block, and sold as a Sex Slave, the proceeds will be paid into the treasury. May God have mercy on your soul.”

There was a great cheer that went up from the assembled throng. The sound was almost deafening, and Xandra could not help but let tears stream from her eyes and down her cheeks. She knew she was to receive no sympathy.

Xandra looks around and then stands in front of the chair facing the crowd. Then the executioner walked over to Xandra, and with a loud tear noise, tore open the dress that the disgraced queen was wearing. With his right hand he reached into the bodice of the dress and tore it downwards. This act was greeted with another huge cheer. There she was in front of a vast throng of men with the top part of her dress torn and hanging in tatters and the front of the bodice of her gown pulled aside to her waist. Xandra’s bra covered breasts are now on display to the entire crowd of assembled men. They had begun to strain and reach forward. Their excitement was rising to a fevered pitch. Xandra could not bear to lift her eyes. Looking at them in the face would bring on a shame that she could not imagine or endure. But there was more to come.

The Executioner now had her bra ripped off, exposing her bare breasts to the whole crowd. There were cries from the men and the chant began, “Naked, naked, naked!” It grew in intensity as the crowd joined in. Xandra felt the heat from all their leers on her exposed flesh. Soon, her beautiful firm breast with erect nipples were the center of attention for every man’s eyes. The sun shone upon the light; pink skin and they glistened. She was breathing heavily, and the two fleshy mounds were heaving on her chest, and her heart was racing. Xandra knew her fate was sealed. There was no way out, and soon she would be stripped naked in front of these howling brutes, and she could do nothing about it.

It is impossible to describe her emotions as her breasts were fully exposed to the thousands in the crowd. Every pair of eyes were fixated on her firm, white breasts, which had been kept hidden from all eyes, except for the king and her lovers. Now, even slaves were able to gaze at her forbidden naked breasts. The shame was unbearable.

Next, he pulled the rest of the dress from around the bottom of the former Queen, revealing the thinnest and briefest of silk, red panties. These too were ripped from Xandra’s bottom, and her long slender legs could now be seen and admired, the round cheeks of her bottom, and her soft pussy, were also completely revealed and displayed to the cheering and excited men in the crowd, the sun shining off her delicate and tender parts. The roar that greeted the denuding of her pussy was thunderous. The men were screaming, hollering, and could hardly contain themselves. They had not yet laid hands on her. But Xandra feared when that moment came, they would tear her body limb from limb in their eagerness to grab a souvenir.

Soon Xandra is standing there naked. Naked before the massed throng. Her golden pubic hair, which had never been seen by any living soul except her husband, and her lover. Her full, round breasts, her buttocks, and the soft folds of her sex, were all on view to everyone in the town’s center, from the high noblemen to the beggars in the streets. Her body trembled, not from cold, because it was quite warm in the square. Xandra had been reduced to the status of the common whore who plies her trade in the seedy part of the town. The crowd could now leer and stare at their leisure. She was no longer the queen, and now, her body, her nakedness, was their entertainment.

The executioner pulled Xandra backwards and pushed her onto the wooden seat. The sharing of her hair was about to commence.

Her wrists and her arms were fastened behind her, and the razor was brandished to the cheers of the assembled masses. Her long, blond, luxuriant, beautiful tresses would be the first of the Queen’s hair to feel the cold steel of the executioner’s blade. The hair on her arms and legs, on her armpits would quickly follow, but the crowds waited with bated breath, their eyes focused on her crotch. They all wanted to see her smooth shaven denuded, permanently naked, bald, and hairless quim. That would be the end of the process that would see her transformed from a once noble queen to the most debased creature in the land, a public hairless, permanently bald slave, owned by a man who had paid his hard-earned gold to possess her, and have sex whenever he liked, using her body and having sex in whatever way he wanted. It is not surprising that her fear, and the humiliation was total, as she is reduced from being the queen to the status of a cheap street harlot.

The executioner moved to her rear, and grasped her long golden hair, and slowly cut it off close to her scalp, and threw the tresses over his head, and the crowd scrambled and cheered to have a lock of the queen’s once golden blonde hair. This is the beginning of her complete transformation, her metamorphosis, into an utterly depilated, hairless creature, devoid of every vestige of dignity, a naked, and forever hairless, bald woman. Xandra was to lose all of the hair from her scalp, her body, and her pubic mound. There is to be nothing that is to remain, and once she is shaved bare, her baldness is to be made permanent. Xandra would then have to live the rest of her life, forever without any hair on her head or body, and her genitals would be smooth and bare, like a girl.

Xandra could hear the screams of excitement from the men, as they fought and scratched and pulled to get their hands on her tresses, which she had kept long, thick and lustrous, a thing of beauty. But soon, no one would recognize her, as she would have a shiny dome on her crown, and the rest of her body would feel the chill of the wind. The Queen would have no way of keeping herself from the prying, leering eyes of every person in the kingdom. The crowds will all be able to see the new Xandra, a denuded, naked slave with no covering or hair.

Now the Executioner began the work in earnest. The scissors came next, and he rapidly snipped the hair off her scalp, throwing the cuttings on to the crowd, who were going nuts. What had taken many years to grow was soon reduced to clumps of blond hair strewn over the paving stones. Her once beautiful golden hair was now being trod into the dirt.

Once her tresses are removed, he takes the razor, a leather strop, and a small cup with a creamy lotion inside, and he applies the lotion to the top of her head, and the scraping begins. Every hair on the Queen’s scalp is now being scraped away. When that was done, the crowd erupted again. He did not give any time for the Queen to reflect. He quickly did the sides, and the back. The scraping was relentless. All of her hair is gone, and her scalp is covered in white foam and the remnants of her scalp hair, which is falling down her face and to the ground. Now the Queen had a shining bald pate that the sun shines on, and no one could recognize her as the Queen. She could no longer hide her identity, and she was to wear the baldness of her scalp to mark her for the criminal she had become.

She felt the shame as every hair was being scraped away, leaving a bald crown on her skull. Xandra has been denuded of her crowning glory, the first part of her punishment, and a sign to the people of her infamy. Tears were in her eyes, and her make-up was a mess. It had streaked and was running all down her face. No one could call the Queen pretty at that point in time.

But that is not the end. Far from it. The razor was brought to her eyebrows. They had always been long, black and sweeping, and expressive, and her lovers often praised the thickness of her brows. They were soon gone, and she was now a bald browed woman. The Queen has no hair left on the top of her head. Now, she is unrecognizable, as the once great, Queen Xandra. And her head is bald from side to side, and front to back, the sunlight shining on the white skin. She had a dome on top of her shoulders, and no hair. But still there was something else… Her eyelashes. And though it not part of her sentence, the Executioner had some discretion to enhance the humiliation. So, her lashes were the next to fall.

The crowd roars its approval. She had her eyes shut and the Executioner took each eye in turn, and the lashes on the bottom, and on the top are plucked out with tweezers.

Her brown orbs had no frame, no setting and were now naked, just like the rest of her. Now her forehead was as smooth as her brow ridge, and the tops of her eyes, and the skin beneath her eyes. Soon her head would be like an egg. No hair, no eyelashes, nothing that could show she was not the lowest and basest of the inhabitants of Atlantis. She is a slave, a bald and soon-to-be naked, depilated and hairless, slave girl.

It is difficult to describe what she felt as this part of the sentence was carried out. Her sense of identity was stripped of her. As a young woman she had prided herself on the lushness of her blond hair. As the Queen of Atlantis, she had her hair meticulously coiffured and she was used to admiring looks and comments on its luxuriant golden color and the way that the long braids rested on her bare shoulders, complimenting her long neck and blue eyes, and her snow-white skin and red cheeks. As her husband, the King of the City of Atlantis, often said, it was her most beautiful and endearing feature. It was a symbol of her sexual power and was often spread alluringly around her naked body, especially her bare breasts, to tease her lovers. Even on the day when the execution was to be carried out, her long tresses were draped seductively across her bosom, as a signal that despite the sentence that the court had passed on her, her inner essence and character could never be destroyed. She would never succumb and would remain defiant, even after her body was abused, beaten and raped.

Soon the last vestiges of those hopes and dreams were gone, and all the trappings that marked her out as a woman of refinement and culture had been cruelly snatched from her. A girl’s crowning glory, her hair, and especially the beautiful and carefully looked-after and conditioned hair that Xandra had possessed, were now being scattered and thrown into a gutter. As it floated in the air above her and was collected as a trophy by the baying mob, she could no longer have any illusions, no longer harbor a belief that she was not just a worthless animal, a naked, denuded human female to be owned by the highest bidder and to be used as a sex toy.

As her eyelashes were plucked out and the shaving of her pubis, and the depilating of the rest of her body began, she felt that a new identity had been thrust upon her. That she was no longer Xandra, but had become “Naked and Bald Xandra”, a woman condemned to the ignominy of permanent baldness and hairlessness, and whose fate was to be an object of ridicule and abuse. A woman whose life was to be devoted to the gratification of a man’s carnal desires and whose only pleasure would come from pleasing him, whatever he demanded her to do in the way of degrading, debasing and humiliating sexual acts.

The crowd screamed with its delight. The Queen’s arms were held over her head, and her hands grasped together, exposing her two underarms. They were already smooth and pitifully bare, and she was mortified at having her underarms displayed and stared at, by the assembled masses. Once the armpits were shaved, and the remnants and scrapings fell down the sides of her chest, and into the crevices of the arm rest of the chair. There is to be no let or relief from the depilation, as her body is to be bald, and smooth from head to toe, and everywhere in between.

Her arms, hands, fingers are shaved of every inch of her dark fine hair that was beginning to appear on her arms. She never had to shave them. But the Executioner took his blade to them anyway to ensure her sentence was to the letter of the law. He wanted to show her no quarter and no mercy. Every part of her, are to be completely denuded and depilated, and then rendered utterly and totally devoid of hair and forever.

The work was half completed, the crowd could see that there was no hair on her head, or arms. Xandra’s skin is smooth as a baby. Her scalp shined in the sun. Now the real test would commence. Her legs and thighs are shaved next. Then the executioner would finally shave her crotch and vulva. The Queen knew her ordeal was to be much worse. As her pussy would feel the scrape of the blade, her vaginal opening would also have to feel its touch. This would ensure that her sexual parts are utterly hairless, smooth, and devoid of every trace of her blond bush. And that is to be made permanent. Not only will she not grow pubic hair again, but her vagina will not sprout hair. She is to be smooth in between her thighs, and inside of her quim.

After her arms are shaved, and they are smooth to touch and no stubble is detected, the Executioner moves to her lower body. His eyes light on the Queen’s smooth, long slender legs. They had a small amount of downy hair. They are soon scraped off. It did not take too long for the Executioner to have both legs smooth to his touch. Then the thighs, both the front and the rear. He has the queen open her legs wide so that the sun can shine upon the denuded legs, thighs, and calves. Xandra’s face blushed deep crimson, but there was no use trying to prevent the inevitable. Her thighs were completely devoid of any growth of hair, and they were white and shiny, the most that a woman’s skin could be after it is scraped bare and denuded. The executioner runs his hand along the legs, and can find no prickly stubble, so the Queen had been successfully shorn of all body hair. Only one place remains untouched.

Her crotch has been kept for last. The men in the crowd were now clamoring to see the last vestige of her Queenhood taken and shorn. Her pussy hair. Her pubis was a light blond and her bush was thin, but her crack was obscured from the crowds. Now it is to be denuded of any traces, the bare slit exposed for all eyes to gaze and peer, to examine and to inspect.

The executioner ordered the guards to lift the naked former Queen from her seat, and to place her in a position of utter indignity, that of straddled, her buttocks on the table, and her legs spread wide to the crowds, and then pulled back. She is in the position of giving birth, but she has been childless her whole married life.

The crowds see the spectacle. The naked queen was now positioned in the manner of being a doctor’s patient. Her body was supported from beneath, but her naked pussy was on open display. The crowds rush to the podium for a close-up examination. It was the closest that the average person in Atlantis has ever seen the queen, and it is also the closest they will ever see of her, or anyone else, for a woman’s pudenda was never displayed like this. A girl was never denuded and her private parts laid bare for all eyes.

Her smooth inner thighs are exposed to view, and the cheers of the mob were now growing in intensity. She knew that in the days to follow, and probably the weeks to come, everyone in the Kingdom of Atlantis would know of the events that occurred on this day, in this place. In her mind the humiliation was unbearable. Yet she knew that there was no escape, and even if there was, there is no hope of regaining her former status. Xandra was condemned to be a sex slave in the Kingdom for the rest of her natural life.

The crowd can see everything, the pink inner lips are visible, and her labia, her outer lips are now being opened and stretched wide, to give a complete view of her most intimate and personal and private areas of her female body. She could see them, and she closed her eyes and tried to banish the sight, but knew it would be etched on her memory forever. The executioner moves closer to her spread, wide naked vagina. Her lips are now splayed completely to view, and there were gasp and moans as the people get the first glimpse of her female anatomy. This is followed by a hush as they watch what happens next.

The Executioner takes the cold steel of the blade, and lathers her crotch with a lotion, that will make the shaving go faster, smoother, and remove the last trace of any pubic hair left. The crowd looks on. They are mesmerized and the executioner begins his work.

In rapid strokes the Queen’s crotch is being scraped and scraped bare, as her once golden pubes are removed, and they drop to the platform. They will never cover her vulva again. This was the part of her that was the most intimate. No man, other than the King, a lover or physician had been able to gaze at it, and certainly, never to touch her female sex organs, and never without her permission.

Yet, the crowd was cheering and jeering her as her crotch and vagina were shaven completely. There was a naked mound, completely devoid of pubes, but she would soon be totally smooth as glass in that intimate area. He did the pubic mound, and her vulva in quick succession, and then moved to the outer, and then inner labia. He then has her labia stretched wide, and scrapes the inside of her lips, the part which was most delicate and most private to a girl, the part that covers her opening to her vagina.

The crowd is silent, as it watches her most intimate parts be exposed and spread wide to the crowd’s prying eyes, as the last traces of the former Queen’s feminine nature are being taken. Xandra was blushing crimson red all over, as she could feel their leering, lascivious, stares.

The crowd is now going completely berserk. Xandra can’t look as she feels herself being spread open. She feels her cheeks of her buttocks being spread wider and wider, until her anal opening, sphincter and anus were stretched wide and completely displayed to all present.

They watched intently as her ass crack, and every inch of the skin from the anus down to her vaginal lips, were shaved smooth and bald and bare. She feels his hands touching her ass crack and rubbing it, while he pulls the ass cheeks even more. She knows she will never escape or ever forget that moment. It was so intimate and yet, so obscene. And the fact that it was to be permanent made it seem surreal. No matter where I go or what I do, my body will be forever devoid of any covering of hair or fur. My pussy, and vagina, and every part in between will be forever completely and utterly naked, just like my pate.

It has been done in record time, the last place where no woman, let alone a Queen would never tolerate being shaven. Xandra is mortified. But the crowd’s reaction is the most surprising.

There was an eerie silence, and she couldn’t fathom it.

She could not open her eyes and dared not imagine what else would happen to her body, other than what it had endured. The worst is over.

The Executioner now applies a special oil and ointment all over the former Queens’ naked, denuded body. The oil is rubbed all over, starting at her head. He takes the largest sponge he has, dunks it in a basin with the oil and ointment mixture and then rubs it into Xandra’s scalp. It penetrates every pore and covers her entire pate, which is shining in the sun.

The crowd is beginning to realize what is happening, and the chanting resumes, “Naked, naked, naked, bald, bald, bald…” It is a deafening, and mesmerizing sound. The executioner, hearing that they know the next step in her humiliation is to have it rendered permanent. That nothing will be allowed to grow on her scalp, or her brows, or eyelashes.

Xandra knows what is about to transpire. She was not able to see his preparations, but her bare scalp feels the warmth from the oily sponge. Her body stiffens, not only because her flesh was feeling a reaction to the lotion, but she feared it was something worse, maybe acid. But she did not feel any burning sensations, or any discomfort. She only felt her bald scalp, and it felt good to be cleansed after the ordeal of being shaved. Her legs, arms, underarms, genitals and anus are also rubbed and cleansed with warm oil that was in a large ceramic urn on the side of the table. The feeling was relaxing as her body is now free of all hair, and the stubble is washed away, and the oils were permeating the skin. Soon the crowd realizes that every follicle on the Queen’s skin, from head to toe, is about to be rendered inactive. She will not sprout another growth on her skin for the rest of her life.

Her eyebrows and eyelashes are also carefully attended to, and she is forced to close her eyes, and the solution was carefully applied to her eyelids and eyebrows so no eyebrow or eyelash will ever return, and she is forced to be on public display without the slightest adornment.

This is the last stage in the execution. Once her entire body is cleansed and all the lotion applied, four guards grab her arms and legs. They each take her wrists and her ankles, lifting her off the table and on to her feet. Her naked, smooth and denuded body was shining in the bright sun and she felt it penetrating the depths of her being. She was sentenced to a lifetime as a hairless, and permanently bald and naked female slave. No other Queen had ever received such a harsh sentence.

But there was nothing that would change the outcome. She would feel the oil work and her follicles would close. Her hair is gone. Xandra is to remain naked and bald and denuded for the rest of her natural life.

She feels a heavy collar placed around her neck. The men let her stand up on the raised podium on which the sentence was carried out, and then a collar is snapped in place. Her life is not her own and she realizes that her ordeal will be much worse. She can’t imagine anything being worse but knows it will be. As she feels the heavy weight on her neck and realizes that she is going to be owned, by a male and used for sex, whenever and wherever, she shudders and moans, and the tears once again begin to run down her cheeks.

Xandra’s wrists are retied behind her back, and the guards then attach a leash to the ring on her collar. Xandra was no longer a queen of any land. She was now a bald slave, naked, denuded and forever to be kept like this, and is owned by a master who is as of yet, unknown.

The guards pull on her chain and Xandra reluctantly is made to walk down the steps, her body on display for all to gaze upon, and admire the new Xandra. Xandra was bald and naked and completely smooth to touch.

She is a young woman, no older than twenty, with a shapely figure and firm breast that would rival any girl. She has no children and so has a firm, shapely and beautiful figure, but is no longer to be seen as attractive. Her body is now one that would rival a slave, and her smooth head and denuded vagina are now the center of attention as the men are beginning to crowd in on the naked and newly bald former Queen.

Her breasts are fully exposed, her nipples, her pink aureoles, are on open and complete display to everyone around her. The crowd closes in around the naked former Queen and her body was being groped, fondled and fingered, as she was led through the throng of lecherous, slobbering, prying eyes.

As she was being touched, probed, poked, fondled and felt up by the hands and fingers of the assembled horde of leering spectators she could hear the shouts from the crowds:

“Take a feel.”

“She is lovely.”

“I will buy you at auction today.”

“I will own you in the morning, slave.”

She had a hundred and fifty paces to make it through the mob as she walked towards the Waterfront and to the Slave Auction House where her naked and bald body is to be sold for the first time as a public, naked slave.

Xandra has never seen a more terrifying, or more degrading sight in her whole entire existence.

She had no inkling of what was about to happen.