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watching the scene below, the
exposure and the instructions of this unknown man. She was
overwhelmed. She did not think she could hold her orgasm back. It
was all too sudden. She threw her eyes up, her head went back and,
as she tightened all over, she was shocked by the explosive
convulsion which ran through her. It was as if she had been struck
by a bolt of lightning. Her jaw dropped. She cried out - loudly,
uncontrollably. She sank her fingers as far as they would go. She
tipped forward.
    The young man
grabbed her and stopped her falling. He held her as the shocks of
her orgasm ran through her. She felt his hands against her skin as
she let her ecstasy break over her and flow.
    Sappho stared
at the scene below. Pelador walked amongst the girls, their bodies
intertwined, blood streaking their pale skin, flowers sticking to
them. As he stepped between them they raised their hands towards
him, clutching at the fleece that covered his back, reaching up to
his thighs, rubbing themselves against him. He bent down to one and
drew her up to her feet. He looked at her beautiful body then
pushed her to her knees.
    She remained
motionless as Pelador summoned three men. They stepped between the
other girls and stood around her. He motioned to them. Two of them
took her arms and bent her forward. The third raised a long cane
and held it over her back.
    Sappho panted
as she watched, aware of her own subjugation to the young man's
will, her exposure, her overflowing pleasure. The man gripped her
tightly and she yielded to him without question as he bent her
forward.
    Pelador nodded
to the man with the cane and slowly he drew it back. Still the girl
did not move. The girls around her became still. Everyone went
silent. The man held the cane high and waited for Pelador's
instruction.
    Sappho bit her
lip as she waited. She felt herself bending forward as more passion
within her started to be released.
    Pelador
shouted loudly and, to gasps from the worshippers, the man brought
the cane down across the girl's buttocks. They cut across her skin
and she fell forward with a piercing scream.
    'Again!'
shouted Pelador, and for a second time the cane was raised and
brought down cruelly onto the girl's taut skin.
    As Sappho
watched the punishment she could not stop her fingers moving up and
down between her thighs. The action flowed like music within her.
The crack of the cane as it came down against the girl's skin
coincided with Sappho's fingers penetrating as far as they could.
The relief as the man lifted the cane and the girl was saved for a
moment from punishment came at the same time as Sappho withdrew her
fingers almost completely. She rested them against her throbbing
clitoris, allowing them to hold her fleshy, swollen, pulsating
labia.
    The cane swept
down repeatedly. Each time the girl's legs bent and she fell
forward. Each time she fell the men propped her back again, forcing
her legs straight and bending her at the waist. Sappho listened to
the girl's screams and they fed the fire of her own desire. She
wanted the man who held her to grab her hair. She wanted him to
throw her down and smack her across the breasts with the palms of
his hands. She wanted him to bend her forward like the girl she was
watching, and smack her buttocks as hard as he could. She wanted to
scream out like the girl. She wanted to fill the air with the sound
of her suffering. She wanted to froth at the mouth with spit. She
wanted to screech with pain until, finally, unable to stand any
more, she would fall forward and, still with his hand spanking her
buttocks, she would let her orgasm go.
    Suddenly it
was silent. Sappho lolled against the young man's grip, her eyes
closed, her hand hanging loosely between her legs. She was
dissipated, exhausted. Her ears buzzed in the silence. She heard
her heart beating wildly. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath
as she struggled to regain control.
    But her relief
was short-lived.
    A sudden
flurry of activity below brought