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out the reality, deny what was happening to me. Her fingers running
up and down my inner thighs, dangerously close to my secret place,
the nightmare was all too real.
    "You have a
gorgeous cunt, Selina," she drooled, her fingers parting my soft
outer lips, exposing my most private inner folds. I felt dizzy with
confusion, faint with humiliation. I'd never been a prude but, even
with Danny, I'd kept myself within my moral bounds, within the
limits of propriety. Never had he used crude words during our
lovemaking, examined me intimately like this!
    As her finger
entered me, slipping deep into my vagina, I shuddered. She was
violating my body, defiling my shrine, and there was nothing I
could do about it. A second finger penetrating me, stretching my
supple vaginal sheath open, I felt her hot breath against the skin
of my inner thigh. Her tongue licking my fleshy outer lips, delving
into my open sex crack, I jumped.
    "No!" I
squealed.
    "You'll do
exactly as I..."
    "No,
please!"
    "Selina, you
do want to see your husband again, don't you?"
    As her tongue
licked my moist sex valley, snaking around my clitoris, all I could
do was think of Danny. I had to allow this defilement of my naked
body for his sake, permit the bitch to do whatever perversion she
wished. As her slender fingers left the wet sheath of my vagina and
her ardent tongue lapped around my open hole, I tried to look upon
the lesbian act as cold and clinical.
    "Mmm, you
taste nice," she breathed, her tongue entering my sex duct as she
parted my pussy lips. The lapping and sucking sound of her tongue
and mouth against my wet inner flesh resounding through my head, I
tried to pretend it was Danny between my legs, as he'd pretended it
was me when he'd fucked her. But the soft tendrils of her trailing
hair tickling my inner thighs, her feminine fragrance tantalizing
my nostrils, I couldn't deny that this was a girl licking inside my
vagina. And, repulsed though I was, the act was far from cold and
clinical.
    As her tongue
swept repeatedly over the nodule of my clitoris and her fingers
explored deep inside my sex hole again, I was relieved that I felt
no arousal - only shame. I'd read somewhere that lesbian sex was
supposed to be good, that a lot of women enjoyed the intimate and
experienced attention of another woman. But I felt disgusted by the
vile and immoral act. My abuser was no better than a common whore,
and I, an unwilling participant. The distasteful act was merely a
means to an end - Danny's release.
    "Stand with
your feet apart and bend your knees," she instructed me. "I want to
get my fingers right up your beautiful cunt." I did as she asked,
my vaginal crack opening wide as my thighs parted. Trying to push
her fist into my tight sheath, she licked and sucked on my exposed
clitoris like a hungry dog. To my horror, my clitoris swelled,
sending electrifying sensations through my quivering pelvis.
    "No," I
murmured weakly, desperately trying to deny the sensations
emanating from my pulsating clitoris. "No, I can't..." Her fingers
driving in and out of my wetting vagina, her tongue snaking around
my sex nodule, I tried to think of anything and everything other
than the rushes of arousal coursing through my naked body.
    I didn't know
what was happening to me, why I was deriving undeniable pleasure
from the lewd lesbian act while Danny was being held hostage. I
tried desperately to hold back as I felt the beginnings of my
orgasm stirring within my contracting womb. I couldn't come, allow
another woman to finger me and suck my clitoris to orgasm!
    My vagina
rhythmically contracting, my sex button throbbing beneath her
sweeping tongue, I finally reached the verge of my illicit climax.
My orgasm imploding within my pulsating clitoris and then
exploding, sending shockwaves of pleasure though my naked body, I
cried out and clung to her head to steady myself.
    "God!" I
breathed as her fist entered me, squelching within my drenched
vagina as my clitoris rhythmically