A/N: Warning! This chapter is STEAMY, and it's only gonna get steamier, so... buckle up! lol

- RFP

Relena allowed Lucy to lead her to a ladies' restroom that looked like a small locker room, except there weren't any lockers. There were, however, a few toilet stalls, and a lone shower stall, off in a corner. It was tiled but didn't have a door or curtain.

Great. So she was apparently expected to shower in front of an audience.

Relena wondered how she was going to get out of this, when there was a trio of women standing around… stark naked. All looking at her expectantly, almost reverently.

Lucy smiled and steered Relena over to them. "Your handmaidens await you, my lady."

Relena gaped at Lucy. What century did these women think they were in? Although with their neon hair, all dyed like Lucy's, they certainly didn't fit the old-fashioned cult stereotype…

"Why do you all have dyed hair?" Relena found herself asking.

"It's part of our initiation," one of the women explained, running her hands through her long ultraviolet hair.

"We're going to dye your hair as well," another woman, with vivid orange hair, told Relena.

"Oh. Fun." So much for Relena's expensive balayage… "Do I get to pick the color?"

Lucy smiled and combed her fingers through Relena's hair. "We've already selected a lovely rose gold for you. Doesn't that sound pretty?"

No. No, it did not. She was a public figure, for heaven's sake. She could not be seen with pink hair.

"Sounds lovely," Relena said with a slight whimper. She watched helplessly as the purple-haired woman withdrew a box of cheap hair dye from a grocery store bag, along with bottles of body wash, shampoo and conditioner and a neon pink razor. Relena balked at that.

"I don't need to shave," she said vehemently.

Lucy looked disappointed. "But you must. Father Wardwell insists that we all shave."

Ew, ew, ew. Relena didn't even want to know why.

"I don't have to," Relena insisted. "I wax."

"Ahh…" the women all murmured, looking fascinated. Thankfully, the purple-haired woman put the razor back in the bag.

But then Lucy stripped off her dress, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. And indeed, her pubic area was shaved, like all the other women. Relena flushed and turned her face away. She hadn't been naked around other girls since high school, and that was only ever in the locker room. And the vibe back then was far different; everyone kept to themselves. This whole situation was far too intimate for her liking…

The awkwardness only amplified when all four women crowded her, pulling at her clothes.

"I can undress myself," Relena snapped, trying to push them away.

"Why, when you don't have to?" A woman with bright red hair purred.

They were all pawing at her. Relena still had her gun, tucked into her skirt, but she didn't particularly want to shoot any of them. Unless they got fresh with her…then, it would be very tempting. But her gun was quickly discovered, and ripped away from her.

"My, my. Where did you get this?" Lucy twirled the gun around on one finger. Relena's heart thudded.

Shit. She could not let this crazy blue-haired lady have a gun. But it was too late.

"Father Wardwell gave it to me," Relena said, jutting her chin out. "Just ask him."

Lucy frowned. "But why?"

"I don't know." Relena shrugged, doing her best to look wide-eyed and innocent.

Lucy looked baffled, but set the gun down carefully, on the edge of a nearby sink. "I'll ask him about this later. For now, we have to prepare you for the ritual."

The other women chorused their agreement, and resumed pawing at Relena's clothes. This time she didn't bother fending them off. She needed to keep them distracted while Trowa searched the building for a bomb. If she had to sacrifice her dignity in the meantime, then it couldn't be helped. At least, she told herself, this was happening with women instead of men. They weren't about to rape her.

She hoped.

She stood helplessly as four sets of hands worked together to pull her silk blouse over her head, unzip and yank down her skirt, then remove her lingerie. There was some excited murmuring over her thong. And then they all steered her into the shower stall.

Relena doubted the water had been turned on in a long time; the pipes were probably all rusted. She braced herself for dark, foul-smelling water. But to her surprise, other than a slight sulfur smell, the water came out clear.

Unfortunately, it was ice-cold.

The women shoved her under the stream, and Relena cried out as the water drenched her, head to toe. She immediately started shivering, but the other women surrounded her. And then Lucy started working the pink dye into her hair while the other three ran their hands all over her. It was violating, but...at least they were helping to keep her warm, Relena thought. She squeezed her eyes shut and pretended she was getting a massage. When a hand drifted toward her vagina, though, she slapped it away.

"I'm not letting any of these sickos touch you," Trowa had promised her. Well, so much for that.

Lucy rinsed the dye out and then started washing Relena's hair. Relena had to admit, having her hair washed felt...nice. At the same time, the other women worked together to massage the body wash into her skin. That also felt good, as long as they stayed away from her private parts.

Relena was starting to feel like she did when she was Queen. There were worse things than being waited on hand and foot… For a moment, she allowed her mind to drift, pretending she was in her family's palace, and she was being pampered.

If Heero knew what she was thinking, she'd never hear the end of it. He'd always been able to keep her spoiled nature in check. Not that she was that spoiled; only comparatively. In this case, Relena decided that she was allowed to let herself feel pampered. After all, she had to do something to make this experience more pleasant than traumatizing...

And anyway, Trowa was still off somewhere, looking for a bomb. So Relena was determined to stay in that shower stall for as long as possible, and keep these crazy women busy.

"That feels sooo good," she moaned, throwing her head back for effect. The other women purred in delight.

Unfortunately, Relena's response to their ministrations only seemed to encourage them to take things to the next level. Behind her, Lucy pushed Relena's wet hair over her shoulder, and started kissing the nape of her neck. The red-haired woman squeezed Relena's ass, while the purple-haired one went from massaging Relena's breasts to thumbing her nipples. And when the orange-haired woman dipped her hand between Relena's thighs, this time, Relena didn't try to stop her.

Relena wasn't into girls. She never had been. And yet...this was happening. She tried to focus on the pleasurable sensations elicited by the mere act of having four sets of hands working her at once. She tried to think of them as merely hands, and not of the women attached to them. Although the fact that they were women meant their hands were extremely soft. So different from the rough male hands that had touched her in the past…including Heero's.

At the thought of Heero, Relena felt that old flame stoke inside her. She couldn't help it; she was still attracted to him, long after they'd gone their separate ways. Truth be told, they'd never fully severed their ties, and still continued to sleep together on occasion. She remembered the last time they'd showered together, and pretended he was with her now, and a thrumming pressure began to build inside her center…

And Trowa…wait, why was he popping into her head? She'd never fantasized about him before. It was probably because he was the last male she'd been in close proximity to, she told herself. She couldn't help but recall the way he'd cupped her ass earlier, even if it had been for mere survival purposes…still. She had to admit, it was kind of hot. He was hot. When Lucy was looking at him in the hallway earlier, it was as if she worshipped the mere ground he walked on. Which she probably did, along with the rest of his disciples. Aiden's disciples. Relena had to wonder what on Earth was so magnanimous about this man that people seemed willing to do anything for him…even blow themselves to kingdom come.

Then again, looking at Trowa, she could understand. He definitely possessed a raw sort of magnetism, similar to Heero's. It must have been the mystique of being a Gundam pilot. Although Relena had never felt that attraction toward any of the other pilots...what was it about those two?

Oh, well. They were gorgeous; that was enough for Relena to focus on for now. And so she let the two handsome Gundam pilots fill her thoughts, and imagined they were both in the shower with her. Of course, this was a ridiculous scenario that would never happen – Heero would kill another male before he would ever share Relena with anyone – but, oh, it was a lovely, lovely thought...

Relena could easily ride that thought all the way to Pleasuretown…but then all four women halted their ministrations, all at once.

"That's enough," Lucy said with a laugh, squeezing Relena's shoulders. "Save your vigor for our Father."

"What do you mean?" Relena whirled on her.

"Why, for the ritual," the red-haired woman spoke up.

Relena frowned. "Praytell, what is our 'Father' going to do?" The other women tittered, looking at her as if she were quite stupid. "Tell me," Relena pressed them.

"He hasn't told you?" Lucy asked, and Relena shook her head. "Why, he's going to accept your virginity as a sacrifice. Although…" She tipped her turquoise head to the side. "In your case, not 'literal' virginity."

Relena's chest constricted. "What does that entail?"

"Penetration, of course," the orange-haired woman said, smirking at her.

Relena's eyes bugged.

Um, no. That definitely wasn't happening.

But then, she'd just let four strange women fondle her in the shower. At least Trowa was someone she actually knew…

No. She forced her thoughts to halt right there. She knew him, sure. That didn't mean she should have sex with him, just to fool these people.

And anyway, he was working right now to find the bomb that may or may not be hidden in the church. With any luck, they would be far away from there, soon enough. Relena just had to continue to keep these people distracted.

But the preparation time seemed to be swiftly coming to an end. Someone turned off the shower, and Lucy retrieved a towel, returning to dry Relena off. Relena's mind raced, trying to think of more ways to stall these women…

"I haven't been penetrated in a while," she said, doing her best to sound nervous; although given the circumstances, she didn't have to try all that hard. "Could…one of you warm me up for our Father?"

This was totally gross, but totally necessary, she told herself.

The orange-haired woman smiled slyly at her. "With pleasure," she said, and spread Relena's thighs apart with one hand, then slid one of her digits inside Relena's wet folds…

Relena closed her eyes and allowed the mind-numbing pressure to build back inside of her as the woman stroked her insides.

She only hoped she was buying Trowa enough time…