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smoothness, its pliability.
Then, with a suddenness that made her jump, he continued until his
hand reached her sex. He prised the soft flesh open and wedged his
fingertip beneath the curved entrance the pressure of his fingertip
caused. He pulled it upwards, stretching it, and she raised herself
on it, unwilling to show him her distress yet unable to stand any
more mistreatment.
    'A fine one,
Wang!' he shouted. 'She has the flesh of youth. And the moisture to
go with it! And she responds nervously, afraid of what might happen
to her. Yes, she is perfect for a client who needs a frightened
fawn. Wash her down. We will keep her for training.'
    Master Wang
grabbed the girl from behind. He pulled her elbows together and
marched her to the side of the courtyard. He pushed her against the
timber gantry and she cried out as she thumped against it. He leant
against her, his body pushed between her shoulder blades, and held
her in place. She struggled but her breasts were pressed hard
against the timber upright of the gantry, and Master Wang had
pinned her so tight from behind it was impossible. She looked up
appealingly towards the grill where Sappho and Chryseis
crouched.
    They both
ducked down in case the young woman saw them. Sappho tensed her
muscles and Chryseis fingers were suddenly enclosed more tightly by
her succulent flesh. Straight away Sappho pushed herself down on
Chryseis' fingers. She lifted herself up then pushed down again,
opening her thighs and spreading the entrance of her sex to let in
more.
    'How deep do
you want it?' asked Chryseis. 'How deep?'
    'As deep as I
can have it,' replied Sappho, staring again at the woman below,
sensing her fear, picking up her vulnerability and feeding on her
exposure. 'As this woman's suffering increases, so I want your
fingers to go deeper. When she is screaming for mercy I want you to
release my joy. Only then do I want to feel the flow of my
ecstasy.'
    'How will I do
that, dear Sappho?'
    'By going
faster. As she screams more, by going faster. And by going deeper
as her terror increases. And, when you are certain, by entering my
anus. Yes, that is what I will need. When it is time, when I am
ready, I want you to thrust your fingers in me there as well. They
must go in hard. You must force them deep. You must have no mercy.
I want to feel them against my innards. Oh, yes. Up in my bowels. I
do that to myself. I squat down and it opens. It is easy to enter
then. I use two fingers and I keep my cunt full while I enter my
anus from the back. My fingers slip in so deep when I am ready. It
is as though I am full to brimming. Am I bad for asking you this?
Chryseis, am I bad? Can you do that? Can you do that for me? Oh
Chryseis, tell me I am not bad. Tell me.'
    'My beautiful
Sappho. You could never be bad. Your sweetness overflows. I will do
that for you, I promise. When the moment is right. I will bring you
all the pleasure you need. I will not hold back. Do not fear.'
    Sappho smiled
and pressed her soft wet sex against Chryseis' hand. Trustingly she
tightened her muscles and drew the fingers in further, now knowing
that her pleasure was assured.
    She looked
down again at the woman pinned against the timber gantry. Wang
beckoned two men who tied leather thongs tightly around the woman's
wrists and ankles. They forced a leather ball into her mouth and
secured its trailing leather ties tightly behind her head. She
looked terrified. She shrank back against the gantry as if,
somehow, there was escape to be found in retreat.
    Sappho drank
in the woman's fear. She looked deeply into the pathetic woman's
eyes and felt only Chryseis' fingers in her sex. She saw the
woman's shaking body, and she drooled spit from the corners of her
mouth. She watched as the men tied their victim back against the
rough timber gantry, her legs spread and her arms extended as wide
as they would go. Sappho lapped at the spit that bubbled from her
mouth as if it were ambrosia. She inhaled deeply and her body
filled