Enthralled: The Sex Goddess by Colette Gale Page B

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    Jane jolted, gasping as he pressed his full lips against her labia, and she felt his tongue flicker out against the deep, hot folds of her. Cold Eyes made a sharp, angry noise, but Devilish Man took his time easing back and standing. He flashed her a hot smile as he rose and Jane’s lungs felt as if they’d been constricted. The man’s entire persona bespoke of devil-may-care insouciance as he turned, taking a second spear from one of the other tribal members.
    Jane had no choice but to stand immobile as her wrists were lashed to the wooden pole, which rested over the back of her neck and along her shoulders. When they were finished, she stood in the familiar pose that appeared in Leonardo da Vinci’s drawings, arms and legs spread-eagled in a large X-shape.
    And then, just when she thought her current humiliation was enough, two poles were brought forward and arranged on either side of her. Stronger and thicker than the spears, each was tied vertically from ankle to wrist, so Jane was in effect boxed into position.
    A loud roar erupted from the audience as Cold Eyes gestured to her as if to say, Behold! See what I have for you!
    He fixed her with that cold, arrogant look and approached, standing directly in front of her as Guard One and Devilish Grin flanked her on either side. Jane tensed, trying to keep her expression calm and empty as he covered her breasts with his hands, molding and stroking them roughly. Then he slid them down to her pussy, plunging both sets of fingers into her thatch of hair and stroking over her full, moist quim. Jane couldn’t remain still, and she twisted and tried to shift away from those thrusting fingers—but she was helpless, for each of her guards held one of the vertical poles in position.
    At last, with a sound of triumph, Cold Eyes withdrew his hands. The tips of his fingers glistened in the bright sun. He made a great show of smelling them, his eyes widening and his smile turning feral as he turned back to his audience and displayed them, slick with her juices, as if he’d acquired some great trophy.
    Another roar came from his people, and then with a curt nod and a short, abrupt command, Cold Eyes gestured to Jane’s guards.
    All at once, she was lifted from the ground as the two men hoisted her up by the vertical poles. Jane stifled a startled shriek as she was raised aloft.
    Her strong two guards held each pole just below the midpoint, which put her feet at the height of their shoulders. With careful steps, they made their way down from the dais amid the roars and whistles of the audience, and as Jane hung there helpless, they began to make their way through the cluster of people.
    Hands reached for her, grabbing at her ankles and legs as the tribal members began to chant and sing. They clustered about, making it difficult for the guards to navigate through the crowd.
    Jane closed her eyes and tried to be thankful no one could touch her—though it wasn’t for lack of trying. Her perch swayed and dipped as members of the audience jumped up or bumped into her captors.
    When her guards stopped moving, Jane opened her eyes to see them in the midst of the group. Cold Eyes stood on the dais just in front of them, and with a broad smile, he made a sharp gesture.
    All at once, Jane was falling, face forward. She couldn’t stifle the scream, and closed her eyes as she plummeted toward the ground, her limbs imprisoned, helpless to catch her fall. Then she abruptly stopped in midair, jolting from the ties at her wrists and ankles. When she opened her eyes, she found herself face to face with a myriad of people, looking up at her.
    They had hot, dark, avid eyes, and they were less than an arm’s length away…and she was suspended above them, just above their heads like a bird on a spit above the fire of the crowd. Her guards still held the poles above their heads, but now she was turned facedown as they paraded her through the crowd.
    Her thick hair fell like a heavy curtain on