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Gangbanged In The Country

... Becky closed her eyes and quickly drifted into a deep relaxing sl**p. She had no idea how long she slept. Very slowly she awakened. Very slowly she became aware of herself, aware of her surroundings. Confused thoughts raced through her mind. Strange feelings permeated her body. Gradually Becky sifted and sorted some semblance of order from her initial confusion. She was on her back on some form of black padded bench but could not move. With a shock she realised she could see her own reflection above her. Looking carefully upwards she could see, in the soft opaque lighting, a mirrored ceiling. Becky examined her reflected self. Her blond hair looked freshly brushed and fanned out around her head. Her face was made up. Mascara tinted her lashes, and shadow highlighted her brown eyes. Pink lipstick complemented the faint tinge of pink on her cheeks. Her finger and toenails were all painted pink. She never wore pink! A soft black band across her throat inhibited her head movements. It was best to look at herself in the reflection above her. Becky then noticed each wrist was bound in soft material to the sides of the bench down near her waist. Her legs were spread apart at right angles to her lower body, raised up in stirrups, bound just below the knees and at the ankles. She looked closely at her reflection. Her breasts mounded up firm and round on her chest, magnificent orbs of flesh, as always. Her body shone and gleamed in the soft light. She wondered why. Then she realised ...

... her body was coated with oil. How did she get herself into this position? She couldn’t remember. Her mind was blank. Slowly she became aware of other sensations coursing through her body. Her skin, her nerve endings and her nipples felt alive. They pleasantly jangled with a life of their own. Her inner being, her belly and her womb burned with an inner fire; her pussy pulsed and tingled with a strange life of its own. She looked more carefully at her reflection. Her pussy felt and looked swollen. Given the position of her legs and thighs her vulva was spread open, but her labia pouted fat and swollen from her dripping cleft. She could even see her erect clitoris. Then she noticed her small blond triangle of pubic hair was no longer there. Her belly was clean and smooth. Oh god, what had happened she wondered to herself? Yet for some reason she didn’t feel violated in any way. She didn’t feel afraid. Part of her mind told her she should have fear, given her uncompromising and helpless position. But she somehow felt warm, wonderful, vibrant and alive; at rest while nevertheless her inner being ached with an unfulfilled hunger. Movement in the mirror caught her attention. A nude woman moved towards her. Becky immediately noticed the woman’s handsome happy smiling face, her soft looking short straight brown hair, and her calm maturity. She took in the woman’s large, very large but firm tanned breasts and taut belly. The woman spoke softly and reassuringly to Becky. “Nothing or no ...