take some small comfort in how much care they had taken of her so far. The bulky man had even given her a little fresh fruit to eat after she had gotten out of the bath.
She was paying no attention to her surroundings… what did they matter? But when the bulky man opened a set of carved wooden double doors and led her through them, she had to catch her breath. The room was huge, maybe twenty feet wide and twice that long. The side walls were made of high, fluted columns that supported the roof, with stained glass partitions between them that let in light but did not allow anyone to see in or out. For a moment she was reminded of a great cathedral, but then she saw the scenes depicted on the stained glass. They were all sexual in nature, all quite graphic, many obscene, and one or two appalling to her eyes. The roof was high overhead, hung with chandeliers. She stood open-mouthed, staring, as the bulky man shut the doors behind them. There were low couches, set apparently at random within the room, colorful cushions on those couches and spread out on the floor, which was so completely covered with thick woven carpets of bright and intricate designs that she could not tell if they lay on wood or stone. And there were other women in there. She thought that there were twenty or more of them at first, but at second glance she saw that there could not be more than ten or twelve. Most of them were dark-skinned, with African features. There were a few with lighter skin, tan or light brown, and sharper features. All were clad identically in nothing more than belts of fine golden chain around their waists. Long, white loincloths hung from those chains both in front and in back. Other than those brief garments, they were all naked. Felicia could see that they were all also young and beautiful, in their own varied ways. She did not see another white woman in the place.
The bulky man led her over to a low, round wooden platform sitting near the doors. Felicia was completely bewildered by now. The big room full of half-naked women reminded her of a harem, but they didn’t have harems anywhere any more, did they? The bulky man said something and gave Felicia’s chain a quick jerk. She thought that it might be some sort of command to her at first, but she saw that he wasn’t looking at her when he said it. One of the women picked up a cushion and hurried forward with it. She was tall, slim and long-legged. Felicia had seen movies and documentaries. The woman looked as if she had come from the Horn of Africa. She did not look at Felicia as she put the cushion on the platform, bowed low, and backed away.
The bulky man made Felicia get up onto the platform and kneel on the cushion. She knew that something was coming, but she had no idea what. The platform was only about a foot and a half high. What were they planning? If she had been made to kneel on the floor she would have expected them to want oral sex, but there were only women in the room, aside from the bulky man, and the platform had her at entirely the wrong height for that, even if she didn’t have the bit wedged between her teeth.
The bulky man barked out another order. Some of the women came forward slowly, smiling nastily at Felicia. The bulky man tightened his grip on her neck chain. The next thing Felicia knew, there were women’s hands caressing her naked flesh and women’s mouths and tongues sucking and teasing at her nipples. She made a noise of complaint and tried to pull away. It didn’t work. More women came forward now, running their fingers over Felicia’s breasts and thighs and belly and ass. They knew where all the most sensitive spots were, and exactly what to do to them.
Felicia’s confusion grew. Of all the things she’d been fearing, this mass groping by other young women wasn’t even on the list. She felt a bit of relief at first until she realized that they were trying to get her aroused, and beginning to succeed. She could feel fingers fluttering
She was paying no attention to her surroundings… what did they matter? But when the bulky man opened a set of carved wooden double doors and led her through them, she had to catch her breath. The room was huge, maybe twenty feet wide and twice that long. The side walls were made of high, fluted columns that supported the roof, with stained glass partitions between them that let in light but did not allow anyone to see in or out. For a moment she was reminded of a great cathedral, but then she saw the scenes depicted on the stained glass. They were all sexual in nature, all quite graphic, many obscene, and one or two appalling to her eyes. The roof was high overhead, hung with chandeliers. She stood open-mouthed, staring, as the bulky man shut the doors behind them. There were low couches, set apparently at random within the room, colorful cushions on those couches and spread out on the floor, which was so completely covered with thick woven carpets of bright and intricate designs that she could not tell if they lay on wood or stone. And there were other women in there. She thought that there were twenty or more of them at first, but at second glance she saw that there could not be more than ten or twelve. Most of them were dark-skinned, with African features. There were a few with lighter skin, tan or light brown, and sharper features. All were clad identically in nothing more than belts of fine golden chain around their waists. Long, white loincloths hung from those chains both in front and in back. Other than those brief garments, they were all naked. Felicia could see that they were all also young and beautiful, in their own varied ways. She did not see another white woman in the place.
The bulky man led her over to a low, round wooden platform sitting near the doors. Felicia was completely bewildered by now. The big room full of half-naked women reminded her of a harem, but they didn’t have harems anywhere any more, did they? The bulky man said something and gave Felicia’s chain a quick jerk. She thought that it might be some sort of command to her at first, but she saw that he wasn’t looking at her when he said it. One of the women picked up a cushion and hurried forward with it. She was tall, slim and long-legged. Felicia had seen movies and documentaries. The woman looked as if she had come from the Horn of Africa. She did not look at Felicia as she put the cushion on the platform, bowed low, and backed away.
The bulky man made Felicia get up onto the platform and kneel on the cushion. She knew that something was coming, but she had no idea what. The platform was only about a foot and a half high. What were they planning? If she had been made to kneel on the floor she would have expected them to want oral sex, but there were only women in the room, aside from the bulky man, and the platform had her at entirely the wrong height for that, even if she didn’t have the bit wedged between her teeth.
The bulky man barked out another order. Some of the women came forward slowly, smiling nastily at Felicia. The bulky man tightened his grip on her neck chain. The next thing Felicia knew, there were women’s hands caressing her naked flesh and women’s mouths and tongues sucking and teasing at her nipples. She made a noise of complaint and tried to pull away. It didn’t work. More women came forward now, running their fingers over Felicia’s breasts and thighs and belly and ass. They knew where all the most sensitive spots were, and exactly what to do to them.
Felicia’s confusion grew. Of all the things she’d been fearing, this mass groping by other young women wasn’t even on the list. She felt a bit of relief at first until she realized that they were trying to get her aroused, and beginning to succeed. She could feel fingers fluttering
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