Anja's Bath
by tannim
February 9, 2014

	"No." Anja shook her head hurriedly.

	"You're going into this bath one way or another, Anja.  I have your favorite wash rag all ready for you and your special bath soap." Fay Crivens measured out another quarter cup of chili oil and stirred it into the bubbly water. "There.  That should make it perfect for you."

	She lifted her nearly skinless toddler up and quickly set her into the cold five inch deep water partially filling the tub.  Anja's squeal made her mother shiver in empathy.  The water wasn't icy, but at six degrees it would have made anybody ache from the cold even with their skin on.  Her daughter didn't even feel the chili oil yet.

	"NO MOMMY!" Anja flailed in the seemingly frigid soapy water, but was easily held in place and couldn't resist her mother forcing her to lay down in it. "'s Cold!"

	"I know its cold.  Its just the right temperature for You.  You felt a bit hot earlier and this seemed perfect way to cool you down." Fay pat her two year old's flat skinless chest before grabbing the girl's hands and forcing them back down into the water. "STAY STILL.  You're not coming out of there until I've scrubbed you clean."

	Cold bit into Anja's raw muscle tissue and steadily weakened her ability to fight.  The cold slowed her struggles until she was just crying in pain while her mom splashed the cold stuff over her chest, feet, and face.  Discomfort from the cold turns into a deep muscular ache over much of her body very quickly

	Fay only splashed for about thirty seconds before dipping the rough wash cloth into the water too.  With her age and size, Anja couldn't stay in for too long safely.  She grabbed Anja's right arm and scrubbed it roughly.  There just wasn't time to enjoy the girl's suffering yet.

	Anja tugged weakly at her arm as the scrubbing hurt! Cold flesh was far more sensitive to rough material and the wash cloth was as rough as her mother had been able to find.  Crisscrossing bumps on the cloth's surface felt like they were sawing through Anja's already aching raw muscles.  She didn't like it at all, but her mom scrubbed over the entire limb anyway before doing the same to the other.

	Each arm only took about ten to fifteen seconds.  Each leg took about that long too.  It felt like a lot longer to the suffering two year old.  Her mother really wasn't interested in hurting those parts of her, except perhaps for Anja's sweet skinned feet, but it built up her own anticipation for when she'd get to her cub's equally skinless pussy and chest.

	Fay forced herself to roll Anja over to do her back, first though.  He daughter's crying was softer from the cold draining her energy away, but that changed when the chili oil finally made itself known through the chill.  Abrading Anja's arms and legs had left them more sensitive and even the cold couldn't stop the burn of capsaicin.

	Anja let out a groan of pain, then bucked violently at the rapidly growing heat.  Her mom held her down with a bit of effort so she could scrub the toddler's back, too.  There wasn't much response to that scrubbing like there had been before despite the larger area.  Anja just had too much to pay attention to already.

	The young squirrel pleaded for her mom to help her out between crying sobs.  Fay just kept rubbing her with the rough soapy cloth as she'd planned.  It was beautiful seeing Anja writhing in pain in the bath tub and more so because her pussy was next.

	"Now for that sweet spot between your legs you like so much."

	Anja's hands cupped her cunt protectively even through the pain.  She hated anything going near that area after having her clitoris burned away just a month ago.  She hated a lot of things having to do with her body.  Her hands were just pulled away and the cloth took their place.

	More hot chili oil made itself known between Anja's legs with the wash cloth scraping her to new heights of sensitivity.  Fay stuffed the rough cloth firmly between the raw girlish folds and scrubbed them far more firmly than needed.  She was very thorough in pushing the fabric in as deep as it would go.

	She stopped to dip the wash cloth in the burning cold soapy water every three to four scrubs then pushed it right back in Anja's sore fleshless vagina.  Pushing it into the tiny hole was easier after the six or so times.  Her daughter's cold legs stayed limply open and what was left of her labia stayed spread with them.

	Anja shivered violently in both from the chill of the water and the agony in her groin and all over her body.  The rag felt like ragged strips of metal grating over her muscle.  Even just having it touched to her hurt, let alone the rapid scrubbing of her agonized intimate area.  Soon shivering was all she could do.

	Her cries of pain trailed off to weak moans and her mom just kept going.  The woman did pat her cheek a few times and even kissed it, but her other hand didn't stop scrubbing around her vulva until it the tissue was just abraded enough to show flecks of blood.  That made Fay smile and move the cloth elsewhere.

	"Alright, nearly done.  Just a little something to to massage in."

	Anja was too lethargic to complain anymore.  Her skinless chest rose and fell while her mother rubbed freshly mashed red chili paste into her freshly gloved hand.  The toddler barely moaned when the woman reached between them and simply cupped her barely bleeding pussy mound.

	It took a couple seconds of massaging it around the girl's external genitals before her cold nerves could fully pass along the message of pain.  Anja's moan grew to a high pitched squeal and formerly limply floating legs and arms thrashed wildly in intense agony until Fay had pushed down on Anja's chest to keep her in the tub.  All the while the woman's gloved hand kept massaging the cruel mash in deeper.

	Mrs. Crivens loved the thrill of hearing her daughter making such a high pitched pain noise.  When she'd hurt Anja beyond the girl's ability to even scream she always felt such a heat between her legs.  Fay dipped her fingers into the bowl of chili mash for more and squished it into the hyperventilating toddler's frigid folds again.  She wished she could rub her own pussy while she tortured the girl, but she had to hold her daughter down for better access.

	Fay hesitated halfway through the handful of mash she'd squished into Anja's cunt and fleshless ass.  A glance at the wall clock showed it was past time.  She couldn't leave the girl in the water any longer even to hurt her.  It was too dangerous from the cold.  The mother squirrel grabbed her heavily shivering daughter under both arms and lifted her out.  Damn it.

	Anja choked on her own attempts to breath and cry at the same time, even when her mom finally stopped actively hurting her.  She couldn't think of the pain all over her body.  Cold had seeped in so deep.  She felt something thin slip into her urethra, bringing with it another wave of intense burning, and didn't even look down.

	"Mommy loves you, Anja.  You suffer so well for me." Fay looked at the thermometer she'd slid in.  Very close to hypothermia. "I think you've earned a little reward."

	Anja didn't know what it meant, or what anything meant.  She just heard something, then a pleasant warmth spread over her inner thighs.  It wasn't a burning sting like the chili paste, just a gentle heat.  The burning mash spread deeper into her groin when her mother inserted the shower nozzle, but so did the heat.  Her shivering didn't stop for more than a minute despite the constant flow of warm water into her immature vaginal passage.

	Fay knew her anus would have been a faster method, but she didn't want to deal with the mess.  She let the water flow in and out freely until the shivering stopped, then simply dried Anja off with a very rough towel.  Anja didn't do much more than cry despite the rough friction and lay limp on her bed back in her sterile bedroom.

	Mrs. Crivens laid the toddler sized stuffed doll wearing her daughter's preserved pelt over the girl and pushed the strap on into Anja's tortured pussy.  She stood with arms crossed next to the bed, smiling at them.  It looked like she had incestuous twins, more or less.  The doll looked so realistic laying on top.  She'd give Anja some time to warm back up, then maybe she'd read her a story.

	Fay's eyes drifted to the dildo disappearing into Anja's pussy.  She needed it far more than her daughter did after hurting the girl so.  Mrs. Crivens pulled the doll away and carried it with her to her own room.  Soon she was riding it's strap on.  It was just like having sex with her daughter, if Anja had still had her skin.
