Braxton walked into the room. Three women were gathered around chatting while they waited for him to enter. One was around fifty. She was a good looking strong woman. Her body was trim and athletic looking. The other two were in their thirties or forties. All three were wearing lab coats. They looked up as one. A frown crossed the older woman's face. "Weren't you told to shave?" She said gruffly.
The room contained a table and a barber's chair. At the back of the room was a large tank filled with a bluish fluid. There were also trays with various tools and solutions. The room was as clean and sterile as an operating room. "Strip and get on the table. Looks like we will have to finish the process properly." The oldest woman ordered.
"No way you old pervert. I'm not stripping for you." Braxton said defiantly.
"Don't worry sugar, we don't want to play with your little winky." She said wiggling her little pinky.
"Hey that's not right. It's big enough for the job. I wouldn't touch you if you paid me. You're probably all dried out anyway. But she's not bad." He said pointing at the youngest woman.
"You aren't going to want to after we get done with you anyways. Hurry up, you have no hope of fighting. Wasting our time will only make the process worse." The youngest woman replied.
"I'm really beginning to hate this place!" Braxton responded as he dropped the towel and jumped up on the table.
He laid down on his stomach. The three women strapped him down. He feet were spread about a foot and his arms were stretched to form a cross. The straps were applied to his ankles and wrists. Wax was applied to his legs and arms. The three women were all busily working. Then they applied paper to the wax and started ripping the hair off all his exposed flesh. Braxton spent the next ten minutes screaming like a banshie. The three women were laughing at his suffering. The youngest patted him on the ass and said "Sweety, wait until we move on to the rough stuff. You'll be begging for us to go back to the legs."
He continued to squirm as much as possible and tried to summon his sword. The voice in his head responded. "Invalid location. You are not authorized to access weapons in this environment."
Then he felt the wax being applied between his ass crack. "Oh please dear god don't! Not there." He begged.
The youngest woman said "It'll all be over soon. Be a good boy and I'll play nice on the front side."
She applied the paper and ripped the hair off his ass. "AHHHHHH, you fucking hellspawn! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I said be nice. I can shave the front nicely or I can wax it. It's dealers choice sweetheart." She whispered into his ear.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm very sorry!" Braxton pleaded.
The three women finished with his backside. His flesh was all red and inflamed. The injuries burned. Then the youngest women said "He did ok. Give me a couple minutes to rub him down with some soothing lotion."
"Alright, but be quick about it. It's cutting into the rest of his training." The oldest woman responded.
She applied the lotion quickly and his bare skin calmed down. It felt wonderful and her hands rubbing over his flesh got Braxton aroused. He had never been rubbed down by a woman before and this one was quiet lovely. He was a little embarrassed when she finished and it was time for him to roll over. By this point, he had given in to the fact that making them wait would make things worse. His eyes were already red from the pain and tears he'd shed.
The youngest doctor pulled out a razor and applied shaving cream to his pubic hair. She handled him, moving around quickly shaving his manhood. The other two women waited while she finished that part so he wouldn't be injured. He actually enjoyed this part of the process, but wisely kept his mouth shut. As soon as she was finished, they went back to ripping and tearing the hair off his arms and legs on the front side. More pain and tears ensued. The three women didn't miss a single hair.
He really didn't like when they shoved a hose into his rectum. Liquid was shot into his guts, then everything was sucked out of his intestines. The process was quick but was extremely invasive. After that he felt very weird. He was moved to the barber's chair and his head was shaved clean after that. When they were finished, the only hair on his body was his eyelashes and eyebrows.
The entire process removed all the dead skin from his body. He looked like a newborn baby.
The old woman led him to the giant tank. She said "This part takes a little getting used to. The liquid inside the tank is breathable. You will spend the next eight hours inside the tank. It with cleanse the lungs and energize the nanites. This will improve their ability to repair your body's injuries. Any hair inside the tank will dissolve and taint the process. The length of time is why your bowels had to be evacuated. Put these goggles on." The old woman ordered.
"Let's get this over with already." Braxton climbed the stairs and descended into the tank. After five minutes of trying to hold his breathe and the brief feeling that he was going to drowned, he relaxed. His breathing returned to normal. The liquid was the same temperature as his body and didn't effect him. The feeling of the liquid inside his lungs was quite odd. His skin tingled at the touch of it, but he wasn't sure if that was from the nanites or the liquid itself.
He floated in the liquid and went to sleep. It was the first real chance he had to rest. His broken bones and bruises healed quickly in the tank. When he woke up eight hours later he felt like a new man.