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Gillian.”
    Eagerly, she sucked the dewy cum from the head of his organ, and the taste of it left a brilliant tang in her mouth.
    He lowered himself down over her and kissed her lips. Gillian’s thighs were hot and sore. Yet, she craved him again already, or, if not him, one of his companions, and the realization almost overwhelmed her.
    â€œYou are ordained,” he whispered and his tongue penetrated her mouth a moment. Then he rolled her over onto her left side so that her tethered right arm twanged with the stretch. She made a discomfited sound and tried to roll back over. He responded by giving a hard slap to her upturned buttock.
    â€œOww!” she cried, and wished she could rub the smarting throb.
    â€œYou will sleep now, Gillian,” he said and she felt him spread her buttocks. Again, a long slender waxen object was inserted inside her anus and, confused, she whimpered.
    â€œNo,” he said. He kissed her throat and suckled the flesh there. “It is not for the same reason as before, but rather to protect your sanity. Your soul will solace your body when the two are escorted into Nemi.”
    Gillian frowned, uncertain of anything now except the electricity his mouth sent down her throat.
    â€œEscorted,” she whispered and saw one of the other beings beaming down upon them, his or her face registering the same self-restrained lust Nevja had worn earlier. Pinned so helplessly in her nakedness, Gillian’s face burned with a sweet shame. But she was feeling heavy-headed again, more rapidly now than earlier in the parking lot. She wanted to ask what or where Nemi was, but the next moment the question was lost, along with her consciousness.
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    The perfume of jasmine and pear blossoms wafted heavy through the air, waking Gillian to eye-smarting sunlight that shimmered through fruit-laden branches sprawling above her face.
    The memory of her lusty ravisher flooded back even smarter. Sitting up, she was aware that her vagina was wetter than the dewy grass beneath her. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, seeing that she was in a lawn of thick, verdant grass. Everywhere budding fruit trees and flowers grew. Hearing gurgling water to her left, she looked and saw a fountain of stone. Water rained into it from the carved basket that rested on the shoulder of the nymph statue standing in the middle of the pool. Through the trees to the right, Gillian glimpsed the posts of an wrought iron fence. It was about the posts of this seemingly limitless fence the yellow blooms of jasmine grew.
    Gillian wondered where he was, and only as she stood to look for him did she realize she was still naked. Her chest and breasts were still flushed with passion and his cum leaked down her aching thighs.
    â€œWhere are you?” she whispered. No response came, and she walked about on the velvety grass and searched the beautiful place.
    Past the fountain she trod, and through a thick grove of fruit trees, until she reached a moss-strewn brick path hewn between two great avenues of monumental, sweeping-branched oaks. She thought she glimpsed the solid outline of a building up ahead, when suddenly two figures ran out before her: two young women as naked as herself but for gem-encrusted rings clamped to their nipples and leather cords lavished with jingling bells at their ankles. They giggled breathlessly behind their hands, but at seeing Gillian, their eyes widened and it seemed all they could do to keep their composure. The taller of the two, with disheveled, shining red ringlets bouncing over her shoulders, approached Gillian, leading the other, a brunette with pronounced dimples in her cheeks.
    The redhead bit her bottom lip as if to stop the next burst of laughter. “What is your name?”
    Gillian cleared her throat and eyed again the structure beyond.
    â€œI-I am Gillian. Have you seen—” she stopped herself, at a loss for the name of the being who had recruited her. “I am looking