Felicia by S. J. Lewis Page A

between her legs, tickling and teasing. Someone thrust s finger up inside of her to gauge how wet she was. She tried to turn her head to see who was doing that, but the woman who had brought the cushion seized her head in her hands and kissed her, trying to worm her tongue into Felicia’s mouth in spite of the gag. Felicia squealed in protest. Everyone ignored her, but she heard some of the women giggle. There were hands and mouths on almost every available part of her body, slowly, expertly getting her aroused in spite of everything. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began to just let it happen.
    “She responds quite promisingly, doesn’t she, Selim?” The voice came from somewhere behind her. Felicia recognized the voice of the head man. She had all but forgotten that the bulky man – that must be ‘Selim’ – was there holding her chain. Now she remembered that she’d had a male audience all along, and now there were more of them. How many more? She tried to turn her head to see, but the woman kissing her was much, much stronger than her slender build suggested. She held Felicia fast, her tongue still probing Felicia’s lips and as much of her mouth as she could reach. Her eyes, when Felicia could focus on them, were full of wicked amusement.
    “Is she ready?” the head man asked, in English. Felicia knew that he’d done that so that she would understand.
    She heard one of the women answer, in a lilting British accent, “She is, lord.”
    The head man said something else that Felicia couldn’t understand and the women began bending her over on the platform until her head was resting on the cushion. She got one quick look back between her legs before the cushion cut off her view. She could see the head man standing behind her. He had changed his suit for a loose robe that now hung open. She could see the back of a woman’s head at the level of his groin and knew what the woman must be doing. So it was going to be rape after all. At least they had taken the time to ready her for it. She closed her eyes and braced herself.
    Ismail motioned the woman servicing him away and stepped up behind the blonde. She appeared to be aroused enough not to try to protect her vulnerable pussy with her hands, not even when some of his harem pulled her thighs a little further apart. She certainly appeared to be ready. Her pussy was wet and glistening. He caught a faint whiff of her, and the odor smelled sweet. He put his hands on her hips. She made one feeble attempt to struggle, but his harem held her in place and she quickly gave up. As he moved his cock closer to her, one of his harem favorites, Neha, reached up to gently take it in one slim-fingered hand and guide it towards the blonde’s pussy. She held it lightly until he had penetrated the blonde deeply and then let go.
    Felicia felt a big, hard cock sliding into her and she moaned. It was more a sound of despair than of passion, just as this was more an act of rape than of sex. She felt the man penetrating her deeper and deeper until his hips came up hard against her upturned ass.
    “She is very tight,” she heard the head man say. Then she heard a woman’s voice quickly speak three distinct sentences, all in different languages from the sound of them, and all of the women erupted in laughs or giggles, though none of them relaxed their grip on her body in the least. She wasn’t even trying to fight them now anyway. She’d concluded that it wouldn’t do her any good at all. When the head man began fucking her, hard and fast, she turned her head so that she could at least look away and try to pretend that it was all happening to someone else. But one of the women came and knelt down in front of her. She brushed the hair out of Felicia’s face and looked into her eyes with what seemed like sympathy.
    That, finally, was too much. Felicia burst into tears, sobbing hopelessly through the gag as the rape went on.
    Ismail heard the blonde start crying. He slapped her ass