Kidnapped for the Internet (Part 3)

Susan is pampered and groomed to prepare her for her debut on stage at the Sapphic Temple where two young women use their fingers to arouse her

Moments earlier, in a large sunken tub filled with warm water and scented bubbles; Susan was given a flute of sparkling champagne. She sipped a taste and thought it was good. She took another swallow and the little bubbles tickled her nose. She could not have known that the fizzy wine had had several drugs added. In addition to a muscle relaxer and a mild barbiturate there was also a potent hypnosis inducing, neurotransmitter blocking, dopamine like agent in the mix. Susan luxuriated in the bath for several long minutes while she finished her glass of champagne. When the water began to cool and the coating of rich froth had dwindled to a weak sheen, two slender and young women appeared. They held large towels to dry her and her two attendants patted her neck, her shoulders, her back, her butt, and her legs. They dried her face, her arms, her chest, her breasts, her tummy, her pubic mound, between her thighs, and down her legs to her feet. Susan didn’t resist and didn’t question, but rather allowed herself to be to be pampered like never before in her life and touched where no one had ever touched her before. Then the women wrapped her in a thick robe and led her out of the tub room to an adjoining salon. There several other women curled her hair into hundreds of ringlets that hung down her back and framed her face. They applied make-up to her cheeks, nose, eyes; even her nipples were touched with a bit of rouge, with professional skill and expertise. They sensuously massaged fragrant lotion into her skin from neck to ankle. After more than an hour, Susan looked like a goddess of innocence and purity. Her slender eighteen-year-old body glowed with warmth and promise.

The young women then wrapped her in an oversized silk scarf, held one of Susan’s hands in theirs, and guided her down a long corridor, through a pair of thick wooden doors, then down a curving staircase. The three of them stopped in front of a giant set of double doors, when seemingly out of thin air, an older woman stood beside them.
“
You are quite lovely, Susan, how do you feel right now?” the petite matronly woman asked.

“I feel good, so clean and fresh, where are we going?” Susan replied slowly.
“Susan, I want you to lift the front of your wrap and show me your womanhood. Will you do that for me, Susan?” the woman invited.
Susan hesitated for just a moment before she reached down to the bottom of the silky material and brought it up to her belly button, revealing a smooth, hairless, and pink split between her pale luscious thighs.

“Very good, Susan, you may lower your covering now.” When she had released the fabric and stood still between the two attendants, Susan’s mind was blank. She was not afraid, not nervous, not embarrassed. She did not feel aroused or lustful but much like a blank canvass waiting to be used by an artist. “I want you to have a new and thrillingly satisfying experience, sweet young Susan. Please follow me”. With that, the woman opened the large doors and they all walked outside into the bright noonday sunshine.

They strolled past several rows of benches, over lush green well-maintained grass, to a small raised platform, perhaps ten feet square, covered in white fur. The two attendants hopped up onto the two-foot tall stage, reached back for Susan, and helped her to stand on the fur-covered platform. Susan noticed quite a few women and girls sitting on the benches around the dais, all watching her intensely. Then one of the young women released the knot hold the scarf around her body and it dropped softly to her feet. She was nude, being studied by countless eyes when the other girl took one of her breasts in both of her delicate hands and massaged it sensuously. Susan accepted the stroking of her tit with utter calmness, even when the girl kissed her nipple and took the erect nub between her lips and lashed it with her tongue, Susan stood still and observed the action with aplomb.

“Susan, I want you to find your clitoris with your fingers and release it from its sheath. Please bend your knees slightly, open your legs, and stimulate yourself for our viewing enjoyment.”

“MMMmmmhh,” the teen sighed as she slipped her fingers into the top of her sexual cleft and found her sensitive nub with her searching fingers. “Uuhhhmm, so hot,” she mumbled to herself, “Uuuhhhmmm, so good,” she breathed as her fingers pushed against her moist pink clit.
With her fingers rubbing her clitoris and one of the girls sucking her nipple, the other young woman knelt down behind Susan. Taking one firm but luscious ass cheek in each small hand she spread Susan’s behind wide open and licked the inside of the teen’s ass from top to bottom and back several times.

“MMMmmm, yes! So good, that feels so good,” Susan sighed to herself, not noticing or caring that dozens of eyes studied her intensely. For many long minutes Susan was licked and loved, kissed and sucked, touched and teased. When her breathing started to increase and her skin began to flush, the older woman clapped her hands together, and the two attendants stopped their lewd treatment instantly.

“Susan, thank you for sharing your arousal with us. You are a very beautiful and erotic young woman and we are privileged to witness your sexual delight.” The woman announced. “Now, I want you to free your mind, release all fear and shame, and give yourself completely to the exploration of your potential and desires.” Susan did not really understand what the woman was saying, but the ‘giving herself completely’ and the ‘exploring her desires’ flamed her passion and ignited a warm liquid swelling inside her.

“Please, Susan, allow the Nymphs to enjoy you,” she was told.

The young women whispered instructions in her ear, so she lowered herself on to her hands and knees facing away from the bright sun. A gentle hand pushed her thighs apart with care and tenderness. Another gentle set of fingers began caressing her whole pussy but focusing, it seemed, on her vaginal opening. Susan was in a daze, almost an out of body sensation. She knew she was being sexually mishandled, but did not worry or care in the least. She welcomed the lustful feelings freely and willingly and wanted, needed more. The girl petting her slowly inserted a tiny finger into her vagina, causing Susan to gasp subtly. The small appendage rotated left and right, flexed and squirmed inside her before pulling out and pushing back in several times. Susan had explored her own vagina with a finger, but someone else’s finger inside her was a very different and naughty sensation. She could feel her vaginal muscle loosening and her vagina getting wetter and more lubricated. The little girl was so tender and kind as she worked her finger in and out of Susan. After a few minutes, the young woman eased two little fingers into her widening entrance and a minute or two later three fingers wormed inside her welcoming pussy.

“You feel wonderful. Oh Yeah! I can feel your fingers moving inside me,” the aroused teen told her female partner.

Farther and faster, the young woman drove her fingers into Susan’s core until Susan was on the brink of release, and then she stopped wiggling her tiny fingers inside Susan. She moaned in despair, needing the hot and wet unleashing of her passion. The other young woman continued her oral assault on Susan’s sphincter, her tongue and fingers entering her most private and hidden orifice. Then the woman whose fingers were still encased in her pussy kissed her throbbing sensitive clitoris and sucked the tiny nub between her warm soft lips. Susan became lost in the feelings these two young women were causing in her body. She had never even imagined that having someone put their fingers in your asshole could be so spectacular or that a young woman’s lips and tongue could make her melt with desire.

“Oh my God, what you are doing to me…Oh, please don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum. Your licking my ass is so damn nasty and you sucking my clit is beyond wonderful”, Susan praised the pair driving her to climax. She looked around at the dozens of women watching her being ravished and suddenly wanted them to see her orgasm, wanted them to feel her passion and desire. “OH MY GOD!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MY ASS!!!! FUCK MY PUSSY!!! OH MY GOD!! YYEEEESSSS! YYEEEESSSS! YYEEAAAGGGHHHH!!!”, and she had the most intense, most violent, most explosive orgasm of her life. Susan bucked against the fingers in both of her most sensitive holes until she collapsed in utter depraved exhaustion.