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in
its force before, like a clasping claw, it grasped her fleshy cunt.
First it went into the swollen flesh of her outer labia, enriching
it with a slight burning. Then it ran between them - fizzing,
tingling, setting her on fire. Before entering her, before
penetrating her body fully, it ran around her anus causing it to
contract then dilate in a regular rhythm, uncontrolled, of its own
accord.
    Eva licked the
ball. It was warming now. She wished she could bite down on it, to
relieve some of the tension, but she could not, did not dare. Then,
like a tantalising tentacle of fire, the sensation that arose on
the soles of her feet, entered her vagina. It burned her clitoris.
It was as if it had been grasped by fiery fingers. It boiled the
moisture that clung to the inner flesh. It burned as deeply into
the warm darkness as possible, then with nowhere else to go it
exploded into her whole body. It filled her completely, and with a
sudden jerk of passion she submitted to the overwhelming storm of
ecstasy.
    She gulped and
swallowed hard and her teeth involuntarily ground against the
stone. She could not swallow and tried again. This time it made her
choke, and as she coughed she bit harder, more painfully, onto the
unforgiving ball.
    The sensation
from her feet burst in her head. She saw sparkles in front of her
eyes and they ran out in glittering showers, erupting in a wild
tempest of light. She gasped again, and coughed, and she was
overcome by the light of her joy as it filled her mind
completely.
    She heard
herself groaning with pleasure. She tried to stop it. She licked
the stone in her mouth. She squeezed her eyes tightly. But nothing
could stop it. She groaned again and gave up trying to hold it
back.
    She was not
aware of it stopping, but when she saw Crios beside her, on a
ladder, untying the ropes at her wrists, she knew it must be over.
At last, she was being released. Her suffering had come to an end.
She was being saved.
    She turned her
head and looked at him; young, vigorous and handsome. He did not
return her glance. Her arm came free, and Crios moved to the other
side and undid her other wrist.
    Eva stayed
against the side of the boat, balancing on her ankles, in place
only because of her stiffness. She dropped her head forward,
relieved by what she thought was happening, and toppled forward.
She arched out against the fulcrum of her ankles, falling stiffly
away from the boat, then as she described a semicircle, coming back
to the lowest point at the bottom of her fall. The curvature of the
hull allowed her to swing beneath it before rocking back to the
perpendicular. She hung upside down by her ankles, her arms
stretched down but just off the ground, her long red hair trailing
down in a rich, fiery tangle of shining curls.
    The sudden
shock of falling, of stopping at the bottom of the fall, made Eva
bite hard onto the stone ball. Pains shot through her as her teeth
ground against the inflexible surface. Her nostrils opened wide as
her heaving lungs demanded breath. Her rapidly beating heart
throbbed in her constricted chest. She swung for a few moments,
looking down to the ground, reaching with outstretched fingers in a
vain attempt to reach it. She needed to swallow but could not, and
again she coughed as the spit that filled her mouth ran into the
back of her throat.
    She did not
have time to realise her situation. She felt heat between her legs;
sudden, penetrating, overcoming. Abas had his face against her
spread sex, his chin against her anus, his hands against the
insides of her thighs. He delved his hot tongue inside, searching
out the fleshiness, its moisture, its fragrance. Eva felt it
probing deep, lapping up her moisture, depositing its own. How
could she wish for him to stop when she wanted more? How could she
deny the pain of her humiliation when it was her very dishonour,
her disgrace, which was causing her to want it?
    Even against
the weight of her body and the pressure on her ankles which
supported