The Ororo Monroe that had first entered Stepford with the expressed purpose of helping Rogue and Gambit would have been appalled to find herself in the situation she was presently in, but the woman that used to call herself Storm was a very different person now. Storm wouldn't have just forgotten about the safety or well-being of her teammates, nor would she have never taken a shower with Kitty Pryde as members of the X-Men, but thanks to a potent combination of drugs and subliminal messages that wreaked havoc on her will,that was exactly what she was doing now.
The odd sensation of the hot water cascading down on her bald head didn't do Ororo's mindset any favors. After Kitten had broken the kiss, she had grabbed a shampoo bottle and asked innocently if her friend and lover would wash her hair for her. When Ororo had balked at the suggestion, the future Mrs. Trask just giggled and hoped Rori would be in a more playful mood in the coming days. Ororo had been quickly made to regret that decision as she watched the voluptuous, tan beauty in front of her working in a large dollop of the pleasant-smelling shampoo into her long, wet brunette mane. Soon, however, they both let out long, contented sighs as they breathed in the beauty product's calming and relaxing aroma. Had either former members of the X-Men been even close to the right frame of mind, they might have noticed something remiss with just how utterly exact the timing of their near erotic sighs were. Almost as if they were duplicate automatons specifically designed to carry out the same reaction to the same stimulus rather than two individual human beings. Instead, Kitten simply turned to look at Ororo in her pretty, dulled eyes and the two women giggled girlishly without a care.
"Goddess...You look so sexy, Kitten," Ororo sighed, starring lustfully at the former Kitty Pryde's surgically 'perfected' features, her newly warped mind thinking that no one else but her young friend had ever been so beautiful.
Kitten had just finished washing the shampoo out of her hair, when she sauntered over to Ororo. Looking the chocolate-skinned woman over she giggled lightly before gushing, "Awwwe, you're so sweet, sweetie! You're not too bad yourself, Rori, but I can't wait to see you after you've experienced all that Stepford has to offer."
Ororo just smiled at this bit of news, wondering what Kitten meant by it. However, a voice in the back of her mind told her to simply relax and trust her friend. Any doubts she had about 'what Stepford had to offer' her were silenced by the subliminal programming winning the battle inside her mind. Ororo was brought back to reality by Kitten, as the brunette stepped forward and pointed a delicate finger to Ororo's crotch, "Oooh, Rori. Now this simply will not do."
Kitten was talking specifically about the neatly-trimmed strip of white public hair that contrasted perfectly with Ororo's brown skin. Ororo glanced sheepishly down at what she now perceived as her unsightly, hairy pussy which paled in comparison to Kitten's perfectly bald, swollen sex. Kitten tisked playfully, unabashedly running her pointer finger down from Ororo's rock-hard abs to the formerly regal woman's pussy, causing the taller, older woman to gasp in pleasure. "This has got to go, Rori," Kitten husked in mock anger, "I'm going to have FiFi shave all off this hair off and then you'll be another step toward perfection. Would you like that,Rori?"
"More than anything, Kitten," Ororo said, casting her head down in shame. She couldn't wait for Kitten to show her everything Stepford had to offer. There was an echo of sexy, throaty voices in her head telling her that she belonged in Stepford and that in Stepford she could finally be perfect. Despite feeling ashamed for not meeting Kitten's or Stepford's ideal of female beauty, a wide, giddy grin formed at the corners of her mouth at the prospect that her dearest friend in the world, Kitten, would be helping her become perfect. She was so grateful, Ororo stammered out, "Thank you Kitten for helping me. M...May I wash you to thank you?"
"Nonsense,sweetie! We're close friends, Ororo. And close friends wash each other's backs!" Kitten exclaimed, "And their fronts and sides,too! Oh, Rori, just soap me up already!"
Time meant nothing for the two former heroic women, as they lathered each other up. Kitten didn't waste a moment to grope, fondle and caress Ororo's slimmer, hard body and Ororo, in turn, loved the feel of Kitten's much more curvaceous,soft flesh. As with the shampoo earlier, the flowery aroma of the soap played with their minds and libidos. Gone from Ororo's mind any and all thoughts of feeling ashamed over her new found baldness or her hair-covered pussy. She was now simply lost in soaping up Kitten's enormous,spectacular tits, especially enjoying the look and feel of the brunette's eraser-sized, erect nipples. Despite the thrill that was shooting up and down her spine at the feel of Kitten's body, she realized to her dismay that she was quite clumsy compared to Kitten's skilled hands. Yet, any time even the slightest bit of insecurity crept into the older woman's mind when comparing herself to the younger but now much more sexually-talented lover,Kitten would sense her doubt and urge her on. This nurtured the almost instinctual feeling in Ororo that if she just stuck with Kitten, then she would very quickly become as skilled as her friend and mentor in the art of fucking and other lewd behavior that was oddly valued in Stepford. Ororo was starting to like that feeling. She liked it a lot.
Kitten licked her way up the side of Ororo's neck to her ear, before whispering instructions to her aroused friend that made the chocolate-skinned woman giggle wildly. Ororo then spread her legs apart as she stood, grabbing a bar inside the shower and bent down at the waist to offer her toned ass to her naughty companion. Kitten then proceeded to lather up her own hands with soap and then started to rub the fragrant suds into her friend's firm ass. Her fingers groped and massaged the elder woman's smooth backside while occasionally moving down to stroke and tease the black woman's eager pussy from behind, driving the former Storm to new heights of sexual excitement. In truth, both women knew that this was no longer about getting clean, but rather just an excuse for Kitten to grope Ororo's ass and tease her hot cunt. Neither cared. They were lost in the hazy steam of the shower and their erotic tension, and they didn't want to find a way out.
Ina sudden change of tempo, Kitten then spun the submissive chocolate-skinned beauty around and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. Ororo once again melted into the kiss, their tongues dancing in an already familiar tango. The shower ended just as it had started. With the former Kitty Pryde frenching her ex-tutor for all she was worth. Kitten then broke the kiss and turned off the shower, leaving a dazed and wanting Ororo panting for breath in the rising steam. The brunette giggled almost idiotically at the results of her handiwork.
FiFi opened the shower door and Kitten led Ororo out by the hand. The once proud and regal woman allowed herself to be led like a puppet on a string with a wide, dumb smile plastered on her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with need and open lust at the sexed-up French Maid's outrageous form. Finally, the smiling FiFi broke her silence, "How waz the showergirlz? It zounded like you were having lotz and lotz of fun!"
"Oooh, it was a blast, FiFi! Rori was so sweet making sure I'm now as clean as a whistle!" Kitten chirped, as FiFi went to work drying the brunette with a large fluffy towel, "Wasn't it fun, Rori, sweetie!?!"
"Oh,yes, Kitten," Ororo husked dreamily, still turned on from all the attention Kitten had given her inside the shower. She waited patiently for FiFi to be done with Kitten so she could be dried as well. Normally, she would have taken charge and dried herself but something inside her head told her that it wasn't her job to dry herself. She was a Stepford woman and that meant that her every need was tended for.