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move. It remained there, licking gently, almost thoughtfully…darting a tongue in and out and around, torturing Jane’s raw little pip back out into the depths of heat and wet.
    Nooo…! she thought. Noo…please, no more…
    But the mouth didn’t release her, didn’t leave, and the torture began again…
    Jane could hardly think as her world flowed into the red hell of pleasure and pain, the incessant coaxing and teasing…more mouths, more lips and tongues, as if they meant to drink up every last bit of her goddess essence.
    Orgasm after orgasm shocked her, some so hard they left her crying…others exhausted and tiny…and still others sharp and tingling…
    Until at last she slipped into a hazy world of nothing…of black-red nothing.

— IV—
     
     
    Jane slowly became aware of her surroundings, opening her eyes to find that night had come. The memories of what had befallen her during the bathing session came flooding back, even before she realized she was, blessedly, alone.
    Her heart pounding, she realized her arms were no longer bound, and that she’d been sleeping on the pallet completely unfettered and rather comfortably.
    Comfortably…except for the dreams, which had been mingled with the hot onslaught of reality. Even now, her quim felt full and ready—even expectant—for another round of pleasure. The very thought made her cheeks heat with shame. How could she have responded to those women?
    Perhaps I truly am a fertility goddess…a goddess of pleasure and coitus…
    That thought made her feel even more confused, and she shook it away. Then, rising on unsteady legs, Jane looked around the hut. The fire still burned in the corner, but the haze-inducing leaves no longer smoldered in its coals. The lingering smoke was nothing more than common woodsmoke, filtering up through the hole in the ceiling. The flames there and in two small bowls set on the other side of the space gave off enough illumination for her to see that she was not only alone, but food and drink had been provided. And clothing .
    Jane fairly fell upon the lightweight tunic, yanking it on over her head. The undyed fabric was woven of some surprisingly soft material, but even so, it brushed roughly over her sensitive nipples as she tugged it into place.
    Once more modestly covered—at least to her knees—Jane turned to the food. Perhaps she could have peered out the window or door to see if she was still under guard, but a woman needed sustenance—especially if she was going to attempt to escape. And it had been almost a full day since she’d eaten.
    Besides. She was a goddess . Surely a goddess was never left unguarded.
    Her lips twisted at the thought, and Jane closed her eyes, pushing away the fear and apprehension that threatened to overtake her. If she became paralyzed by terror, she’d never escape.
    The food was still warm—though not hot, so it must have been there a while—and was surprisingly good. Or perhaps it seemed so simply because she was ravenous. Some sort of tender, stringy meat, stewed with vegetables that must grow in the jungle. A bread-like substance, shaped like a round cake but perfect for sopping up the juices. Fresh fruit—some familiar, some more exotic, but all sweet, soft, and juicy.
    Sweet, soft, and juicy…the words brought to mind her recent experience. She had, indeed, been thus at the hands—and mouths—of her attendants. Jane gave a little shiver, her cheeks heating again. They’d given her no chance, no choice but to respond. Between the sweet, drug-like smoke, the scented oils, the busy, insistent hands wooing her body with their touch…and of course, the lapping tongues and sucking mouths, she could not ignore the pleasure they gave her. Her little pip twinged in agreement, and as Jane bit into a soft pink fruit and the sweet juices exploded in her mouth, she considered her situation.
    What occurred had definitely been a ritual, and the only explanation she could find was the women