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them, smearing their blood-soaked
bodies with her spit, pressing her cheeks against their
breasts.
    Sappho
realised her fingers were deep inside her cunt. She felt the heat
of her flesh around them, and the wetness that ran from her on the
upturned palm of her hand. She dropped her head forward as, gasping
with delight, she drove them further. She parted her knees,
allowing room for her hand, and thrust her hips to gain every bit
of her delving fingers. She rode them, using them to heighten her
pleasure, sucking them in, moaning as she enveloped them, gasping,
panting, biting her lips. She rose slightly as she felt her orgasm
approaching, and she opened her eyes, to take in just one last
glimpse of the young girls. She watched them, their legs
widespread, licking each other, stroking each other's cunts with
their tongues, and Sappho felt the urgency for release burning
within her. As she bit harder her lip and felt the muscles of her
body tensing with an irresistible wave of joy, she saw someone
standing in front of her. He had appeared from nowhere. He must
have been watching her all the time.
    She stopped
suddenly, her orgasm held back, her hand frozen where it was, her
fingers still deep inside her. She felt a dribble of spit in the
corner of her mouth, but did not dare lick it away. Her face
flushed uncontrollably.
    'What are you
doing here, girl?' asked the man sternly.
    'I...'
faltered Sappho, shaking nervously. 'I do not know sir.'
    'If you do not
know what you are doing we should ask Pelador. I'm sure he will be
able to give you an answer.' The man laughed and grabbed Sappho by
the hair.
    'Please sir,
no. I could not bear to be shown up like that. Surely there is
something I could do to change your mind. Please sir, do not take
me to Pelador. The shame would be too great. I will do
anything.'
    The man,
himself young and handsome, looked down at the shamed Sappho.
Slowly she withdrew her fingers. They glistened with wetness and
she flushed even more as she saw the young man staring down between
her legs.
    'It looks to
me as though you like the games Pelador lays on for his girls. Is
that true?'
    'It is,
sir.'
    'Would you
like to be amongst them? Would you like to do what they are
doing?'
    'Oh no, sir. I
only like to watch. It would be too embarrassing to take part. No,
sir, I could never do that.'
    'And what will
you offer me to save you from Pelador's anger?'
    'Anything sir.
Anything you want.'
    Sappho
shivered when she heard herself saying this. She could hardly
believe she had spoken the words. But her fear of being taken
before the priest Pelador drove her to it and she repeated,
'Anything, sir. Anything.'
    The young man
pulled Sappho to her feet. Her robe hung down over one shoulder,
exposing a breast. Her pale pink nipple was hard and the young man
took it between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled her forward by
it. She drew her shoulders together slightly as the pain dug into
her breast, but still she allowed herself to be led. He brought her
out, in front of the statue. She looked around anxiously, in case
anyone else could see. He brought her to the edge of the raised
balcony on which they stood. From here it was easy to see
everything that was happening below and, if they chose, anyone
below could look up and see Sappho.
    'Here you can
watch, but also may be watched. Now, squat down as you were before.
That's right. Now open your knees, let me see that beautiful slit.
I want to see its wetness.'
    Sappho did as
she was ordered. Trembling, she crouched at the edge of the raised
balcony and opened her legs. Her sex was still wet and, as she
opened her knees to the scene below, she felt the warm wetness on
the swollen lips of her exposed slit.
    'Now, continue
what you were doing,' he said. 'Push your fingers in. Yes, like
that, deeply.'
    She slid her
fingers into her vagina. They went in easily; she was so wet, so
silky. Immediately she felt a wave of pleasure come over her. The
penetration unlocked the joy of