Kidnapped for the Internet (Part 4)

The further adventures of Megan & Susan at the Sapphic Temple.

The women in the dimly lit room worked their keyboards like maestros on pianos, giving commands, editing content, and perfecting the twenty-minute video. At the start, a female teen was being bathed and dried, followed by the girl’s hair and make-up being done. The camera followed her being dressed and led to an outdoor stage where two young women engaged in some soft sexual play with her. Each scene was as sharp and crisp as technically possible. Each individual hair on her head and every chill-bump on her arms were recorded in ultra-high definition. Then the video was uploaded to a secure pay-per-view site where nearly one million viewers watched Susan’s first performance.

Megan was terrified by what was happening to her. Her captor, Lisa, had her tied up and had already exploited her sensitive clitoris with her fingers until she had reluctantly orgasmed. The large woman had tried to insert a finger into her vagina, but Megan’s opening had been too small, so now Lisa threatened to move on to Megan’s sweet virgin asshole.
“I need to lift your legs up, like the fetal position, only on your back,” Lisa explained to the horrified teen. The woman untied the cord holding Megan’s ankles from the loops at the bottom of the vinyl covered stage. Quickly she put the loose end into the loops holding the cords to her wrists. She pulled Megan’s ankles past her waist, chest, face, and head until they were contacting her extended arms and elbows. She was bent doubled over, lying on her back, with the wedge shaped cushion lifting her ass a foot into the air. Displayed like this, her pale cheeks were spread apart and her wrinkled light-brown sphincter was nestled at the bottom of her posterior cleft.
After tying the cords securely, Lisa resumed her spot near Megan’s naked and exposed ass. “Oh Wow, Megan. You have the most delightful little asshole, so cute and crinkled,” she praised. “I’m sorry, but I must eat you right now. I want to lick and suck that naughty brown hole ‘til you beg me not to stop,” she informed. “Now relax you little tramp and enjoy what I’m doing to you,” she instructed.
For the next half an hour Lisa abused Megan’s asshole with her mouth and her fingers in any and every way possible. Megan groaned when Lisa’s lips kissed her most private orifice. She moaned when Lisa’s tongue circled the poked into her sphincter. She whimpered when Lisa entered her asshole with one and then two searching fingers. She sobbed when fingers from both of Lisa’s hand probed deeply then stretched her apart. The wet sucking sounds were more than erotic as Lisa managed to get an inch or two of her stiff tongue into Megan’s loose and receptive anal canal. Megan’s stomach clenched and she felt the pressure building deep in her core. She tried to push the tension building inside her out, when suddenly, without any warning, her bowels released, and she filled Lisa’s open mouth with loose diarrhea. The big woman choked, and then gagged, on the watery excrement coating her tongue and dripping from her lips. Furiously she wiped her hands over her mouth and chin trying to clean herself of Megan’s poop. Lisa coughed and gagged violently, barely able to breathe, as the feces dribbled down her chin and between her large breasts.
At that exact moment, the door to the room opened outward, and in strode four strong and dour looking older females dressed in white silk caftans with red belt around their waists and a shiny gold buckle.
“What is the meaning of this? Lisa, you were told to guard this young woman, to provide nourishment and drink if necessary, and to reassure her mind about this situation,” the lead woman demanded with authority. “What have you done? By My Soul, you have violated everything were have tried to teach you.” Looking back at the open door, she clapped her hands together sharply and called out, “Sentinels, take this woman away, confine her to a cell, and do not allow her to see or speak with anyone until you receive further orders from the council.” In charged four very large women dressed in leather trousers and woolen tunics. They wasted no time subduing Lisa and dragging her from the chamber.
“Megan, my child, please accept my most sincere and profound apology for any action that evil villain may have forced on you. The Sapphic Society does not wish to hurt you, but only hopes to teach you about the rich experiences and infinite possibilities you have as a woman. Now, if you please, we will cleanse and pamper you as you should have been since your arrival.” She was untied, helped to her feet, given a cup of warm tea, wrapped in a soft blanket, and escorted from the room.

Susan opened her eyes and slowly tried to remember where she was and what had been happening to her. Her butt hurt a little and her pussy was tender and sensitive. She looked around at her surroundings groggily. She was in a very comfortable single bed covered in a lightweight down duvet. She noted she was completely naked under the cover, but somehow felt safe and secure. It seemed she was in some sort of dormitory, three other neatly made beds nearby, four tiny desks with accompanying chairs and four small armoires near the head of each bed furnished the pale yellow room.
She sat up, moved her legs off the side of the bed, and tried to take inventory of her situation. She and Megan had gone to Santa Monica to have some fun, two older girls had apparently drugged and kidnapped them, and then these weird women had told her she was in some sort of sex temple. She vaguely remembered taking a bath, being made-up and dressed, and following one of the strange women outside. She wasn’t absolutely sure but she thought maybe she had been raped, by two pretty young women.
“What the heck is going on”, she said out loud to herself. In an instant, the door in the room opened and a young woman walked in carrying a blue glass pitcher and a light blue cup.
“You must be thirsty and probably have a slight headache, here, take this ibuprofen and some chilled water,” the woman said offering her two capsules and the cup. Susan downed the capsules and finished the water in a flash, then held out the cup for a refill. “You will feel better in a few minutes”, the pretty girls promised.
“My name is Erin and I live here on Temple grounds. The Council has instructed me to tell you that you will be treated well with all your needs satisfied. Please accompany me in a few minutes to our dining area, where you will be nourished and talk with a few of the other Temple members.”
“Yeah, sure, do you have some clothes for me? I don’t think I should go to dinner naked,” Susan said testily.
“Susan, I do have a scarf to wrap around yourself, but if the Council wanted you to present yourself nude then you would arrive nude.”
“Who is this Council, and what the heck is a Sapphic Temple?” Susan challenged.
“You will have many of your questions answered soon, and others unveiled when the time is correct.”
“Answer me this, was I molested by two women earlier? Did they stick their fingers in my pussy and ass?”
“Did you not find the experience fulfilling? I was the young woman with my fingers inside your vagina and you most definitely had multiple orgasms.” Erin said
nonchalantly.
Susan was speechless looking this pretty, young woman in the eye and being told she had finger fucked her to climax.

Megan luxuriated in the warm bubble bath. The smell of jasmine filled her nostrils and the creamy froth was so delightful. She didn’t understand exactly what was happening but after her awful encounters with Lisa, this was divine. A girl brought her delicious strawberries on a clear glass platter and a flute of chilled champagne while soothing orchestra music played softly from hidden speakers. For an hour, she reveled in being pampered like a princess. When the water began to cool and the bubbles disappear, three young women helped her out of the tub, patted her dry with large soothing towels, and wrapped her in a lovely green satin scarf. The women led her into another area where a white massage table was waiting in the middle of a large room. The women indicated she should climb up and lay down on her back. When she was settled, they placed a soft pillow under her neck and head and a large quite effective blindfold over her eyes.
A woman’s voice filled the darkness. Calm, serene and sedate the voice told her to relax, relax completely. That she was safe and protected. That she could feel her toes relaxing, releasing all of their tension. That everything in her world was just as at should be. That her feet were now becoming so relaxed and that the feeling of peace and tranquility was moving up her legs to her calves, her thighs her hips and beyond. The voice told her every breath she took was filling her with a peaceful relaxation she had never known. That she could feel her lungs expand and fill her body with a warm restfulness, that whatever happened to her was to be welcomed as part of her enlightenment. That she would remain calm, peaceful, relaxed and placid until the voice asked her to awaken, when she would feel refreshed, rested and energized.
Megan was deeply hypnotized; the flute of champagne 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.
“Can you tell me your age, Megan?” the woman’s disembodied voice asked.
“I just turned eighteen last week,” she replied clearly.
“Are you a virgin, Megan, have you had intercourse with a man?” The voice asked.
“I’ve never had sex with a man, but I’ve had sex with myself, used my fingers and vibrators to give myself orgasms”, Megan said unabashedly.
“So you have never had sex with another person?” the woman asked.
“Well, my best friend, Susan and I have used our mouths and fingers on and in each other, but that is our very private secret”, the girl admitted boldly and unashamed.
“Thank you so much, Megan, for being so honest and truthful. I think you deserve a reward for being such a brave and courageous young lady. Would you like us to give you a very special reward?”
“Yes, I would like that very much.” Megan gushed.
Four women gathered around the table holding Megan’s reclining body. The two near her head and shoulders unfastened her scarf and let the edges fall off the side of the table leaving the front of her naked body completed exposed. The two near her thighs and knees gentle separated her legs showing her smooth white labia and the crack splitting her puffy lips. Megan remained motionless as the four women dipped their hands in bowls of warm scented oil and began spreading the glistening fluid over every inch of her flesh. Two women smoothed the oils over her breasts, massaging Megan’s soft pliant globes and gently pinching her soft tender nipples. Their fingers traced small circles on her ribs and flat tummy. The two other women applied the fragrant oil to Megan’s feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs. Their fingers lovingly covered her inner thighs with a slippery film moving upward until reaching her vaginal cleft. Their skilled hands moved slowly over the young woman’s pubic area, just barely dipping a finger into her moist flesh labia. One of the women that were fondling one of her breasts leaned her face close to Megan’s. The woman brushed Megan’s cheek with her fingertips, let her thumb rest tenderly on Megan’s chin then gently tugged downward, parting Megan’s lips slightly. The woman kissed Megan firmly, their lips pressed together and the woman’s tongue entering Megan’s receptive mouth.
“Ummm, Mmmm, Mmmm” Megan purred breathily. Her head tilted back slightly, her mouth opened a little more and her tongue found and explored the woman’s tongue penetrating her lips. At the same time one of the woman who had been applying the scented oil to her inner thigh mover her hand up to Megan’s slippery labia and probed within until she found Megan’s small hidden nub. She brushed her fingers over the hood covered clitoris many times causing young Megan to undulate her hips up to meet the pleasurable sensation.
“Megan, can you hear me?” the calming serene voice asked.
“Yes, I can hear you,” Megan replied.
“You are feeling very sexy right now. Feeling those soft lips kissing you and that warm tongue finding your tongue in your mouth is very stimulating for you, isn’t it?”
.”Yes, I love how it feels entering between my lips, so sexy and hot.”
“Can you feel the fingers searching for your clitoris, feel them expose and excite your most sensitive little bud?”
“Oh God, it feels so good, the way those fingers are teasing me, getting me so wet and slippery.”
“Megan, you are so aroused, so turned-on so ready to be filled with something long and thick and gratifying.”
“Yes, please, fill me; fill my wet naughty pussy with a thick cock, please.”
“Very well, Megan, but first you want to be restrained. You want to have your arms and hands tied above your head. You want to have your legs spread wide apart and your feet and ankles bound so you can not stop the incursion into your lascivious pussy.”
“Oh Yes, I want to be tied so tight I have no chance to stop.”
The calm peaceful voice guided Megan’s thoughts and actions, “Megan lift your hands over your head and feel the straps being wrapped around your wrists securing them to the wall behind you. Very good, Megan, now spread your legs open, a little further Megan, until your pussy is unprotected, vulnerable and defenseless. Excellent, Megan, can you feel the rope around your ankles holding your legs so far apart?”
“I can feel the rope tied to my ankles and the straps holding my wrists. I can’t move enough to prevent myself from being raped. I’m a captive waiting for pleasure.”
Only Megan was not tied or bound in any way but her mind. She truly believed she could not escape or stop the assault that was about to happen. She could feel, hear, taste, smell and see her defiling when actually it was all happening only in her head.