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splendid detail, but was soon almost hidden from view as the five girls knelt and bent over her, caressing and kissing until the remnants of the sobbing were transformed into moans of soaring passion.
    This loving went on for a considerable time, the only sounds being those of the slurping assailants, and the increasing cries of the figure pinned beneath them. Cries not of pain but of mounting hunger for fulfilment. Only when these had almost reached their crescendo did the majestic figure move from the dais. Her five acolytes parted at once, exposing again the lovely girl who lay, spread wide, weeping in her need. The cloaked figure knelt, then lowered herself slowly over the girl. As she did so she opened her cloak until it lay like a rich blanket covering both their bodies, the folds undulating as they commenced the rhythmical movements which seemed to imitate the thrusts of sexual intercourse.
    The leader’s long black hair, rich in its glossiness, spread like the scarlet cloak, masking the face of the supine girl, hiding the sealing kiss which bound them together as tightly as the bodies writhing beneath the red folds, until at last there came a frenzied increase of plunging movement and a smothered cry, trapped in a captive throat, to mark the climax.
    The cloak ceased its wild tossing. Everything was still.
    The only sound was the uncontrolled sobbing of the girl still hidden from sight, and a faint sighing exhalation of breath which came from the outer darkness.
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    Later, in an elegantly lit drawing room on the floor below, a select group were eating and drinking and chatting easily, lounging on the luxurious furniture and being tended by the same beautiful girls they had watched perform the ritual of initiation in the mystical upper room. Most of the men were elderly or middle aged, though not all. They were all wearing monogrammed robes and displaying, with equanimity, their nakedness beneath. The girls were naked, too, but without benefit of robes or any other covering. All that is, except the tall figure who had led the ceremony above. She was at least six feet tall, her square shoulders indicating her athletic build which in no way detracted from her startling beauty. The face was flawless, the dark eyes magnificent, the deeply glossed lips full and temptingly feminine. The magnificent features were framed by brilliantly black hair hanging down past her shoulders. The body was clothed in a dress so tight it appeared like a second skin. It was cut low, so that the upper half of her breasts rose above its deep red which glittered with a myriad of sparkling diamante. She could move only because the garment was slit up the left side to the hip, so that her leg showed in all its glory. The outfit was completed by four inch heels which raised her even further so that she soared over the rest of the company, both male and female.
    â€˜Magda, that was divine. The most beautiful spectacle we’ve witnessed in a long time.’ The gravelly voice belonged to the host for the event, Lord Burnopside. He came forward and Magda raised her hands to meet his, her long fingernails perfectly shaped and coated in the darkest magenta shading. He planted a respectful kiss on her lips, formed to receive his homage.
    â€˜Yes, she’s a gorgeous creature, isn’t she? She’s a very worthy addition to our ranks.’ Their eyes looked across to where the coloured girl who had figured so prominently in the ceremony was the smiling centre of attention in a large group near the glowing logs of the living flame fire.
    â€˜There’s none of them can hold a candle to you, my dear.’
    Her chuckle was deep, infectious. ‘What an interesting choice of metaphor,’ she said appreciatively.
    â€˜You know what I mean, damn it,’ he went on. ‘Ever since we’ve known each other you’ve known what I’ve wanted. You know you drive us all crazy, you witch. I’d give you anything you