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to
handle.
    Theona pressed
harder on her clit, and, with his free hand, Gus began to explore
her bottom, worming into the crack and homing in on the puckered
mouth of her anus. Julia shook as she felt the pressure of his
fingertip at her forbidden entrance, an entirely foreign invasion.
He left it, and skirted round her juicy vulva, penetrating just a
little.
    'She's telling
the truth, Theona,' he opined, in dark chocolate tones. 'Close as a
clam in both places. No one's been there.'
    'But someone's
been here, I can tell. Her clit's used to being rubbed. Do you do
it yourself, Julia?'
    'Y-yes,' she
admitted in hushed tones.
    'And you
haven't a lover?'
    'No. Men
always leave when I won't let them go all the way.'
    'Not even
Will?' Theona looked across at him, and a winged eyebrow shot up.
'Haven't you initiated your apprentice?'
    'No.' He
returned her stare without flinching, though he was completely
naked now, his clothes draped across a chair.
    'You've wanted
to,' she answered, and smiled to see his cock pointing like a spear
towards the ornate ceiling. 'You do now.'
    He shrugged,
hands on his hips, legs widespread. 'I'm a red-blooded male. Who
wouldn't?'
    'One doesn't
have to own a pair of balls to appreciate her youthful freshness,'
Theona reminded, and bent her head, her corn-coloured ringlets
brushing Julia's breasts. The singer's tongue lapped over her
aroused nipples and her fingers continued to palpate Julia's clit,
sometimes with a speed and force that numbed yet made it burn, then
with a caress as delicate as a butterfly's wing.
    Ken and Joe,
large men with the battered faces of prize-fighters, had their
hands down their tracksuit pants and were squeezing and pumping
their cocks. Roy had gone even further, getting his out and working
it, then lifting his testicles, toying with them, the ripe fruits
enlarging, his prick hard as a broom handle.
    Julia was
surrounded by sex, breathing it in, luxuriating in it. Wherever she
looked it was there. Five men and a woman, all in a high state of
arousal because of her. She thrilled with a sense of purpose and
power, and it came to her in a flash that virgins had always had
this effect on people. There was something mystical about that
innocent condition. Deep magic, earth magic, fertility rites where
the elders were eager to spill the virgin blood onto the earth. The
victim had a few moments of being worshipped, and then she was
handed over to be deflowered.
    Surely this
couldn't be Theona's intention?
    Somehow her
dress was removed but, 'Not the shoes,' Theona commanded. 'I like
the look of them, but pull up those stockings.' Julia did as she
was bidden, hauling at the lacy tops till they almost reached her
pubes. It was worse than being completely bare, the stockings, her
high shoes and untidy blonde curls making her look tarty.
    Gus had his
fingers looped round her wrists, and Theona stepped back to view
her, critical but smiling. 'Charming,' she said at last. 'She's
like a young Marilyn Monroe. Vulnerable yet oozing sex appeal.
Don't you think so, Will?'
    'Now you come
to mention it... yes, I suppose there is a vague resemblance.'
    'And Marilyn
was a naughty girl, just like you, Julia. But your luck is in.
You've found me, and I can see you need to be chastised.' Theona
raised a brow at Gus. He released Julia. Petrified, she put one arm
across her breasts and covered her mound with the other hand. The
bodyguards were still fumbling with their cocks, inspired by the
sight of her, and Will maintained his impressive erection.
    'Put your
hands on your head,' Theona instructed. 'There's no need to be
coy.' Then, with a violent change of mood she rounded on her
guards. 'You morons stop beating your meat! I don't want you coming
all over my carpet. Stand against the wall and leave your cocks
out, but don't touch them.'
    Huge bruisers
though they were, reared in the tough school of the streets, they
seemed to shrink under this tirade, obeying her meekly. Julia
peeped at them, her