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rail, feeling the chill run through her nipples, and in doing so her bottom was pushed out and her feet almost subconsciously slid aside on the floor, as though she was positioning herself in readiness to be fucked from behind by a secret lover.
    It was how Morales had fucked her as she knelt shackled to the posts. She had her arms stretched along the top of the cylindrical steel rail, shuddering a little as she shifted her feet farther apart, raising her bottom and easing it back a little more, letting her breasts sway, cool as the breeze wafted around them yet tingling with her excitement.
    How would Mbweni take advantage of her, she wondered? Would she force her to her knees and instruct her how to please her with her mouth? She imagined she could feel the woman’s strong fingers in her hair, guiding her face towards her sex, and felt her pussy spasming and her body thrumming with sexual yearning.
    A shadow moved over her, a cloud passing across the moon. She looked up, and the hair rose on her neck. Nothing was there. Nothing. Yet she felt a presence that both aroused and terrified her. She sensed movement behind her, yet did nothing, her heart pounding, her pulse racing, fear clutching her body. She felt an icy finger against her spine, between her shoulders. She gasped with shock, yet could not straighten up or turn her head. She felt as though she were in a dream, desperate to run yet unable to move, desperate to turn and defend herself, desperate to make her body comply with her instincts.
    The finger slid slowly down her spine, leaving a trail of icy fire behind, between her buttocks, and then prodded lightly at her tightly closed anus. Then the finger was joined by others, becoming a hand squeezing her bottom, a cold hand that possessively kneaded her trembling flesh.
    A length of black silk a couple of inches wide dropped onto one of her wrists, and her head turned ever so slowly to stare as the whispering material seemed to move on its own, a long length of oily black wrapping around and around her wrist, layer after layer falling across her arm, moving upwards to her elbow, then past it to her upper arm, circling tightly, binding her warm flesh firmly to the cold steel of the rail. It continued across her shoulder, slithering snakelike, then began to wind its way down around her other arm as the hand continued to caress her bottom, and then the backs of her thighs. Whimpering, she felt another hand slip over her hip, a chilly finger laying against her sex and then rubbing ever so softly. She jerked, gasping, and then moaned as the finger curled and pierced her body.
    She felt something at her feet, something which could only be the same soft silk, sliding slowly around both ankles then tugging insistently, forcing her feet farther apart.
    She yelped at a stinging blow to her bottom, gasping and staring into the night. Fingers began to knead her breasts, twisting, rolling and stroking her nipples, then pinching cruelly so that she winced with each needle of pain.
    The finger was ice-cold inside her, but she felt herself growing helplessly moist around it, felt her juices flowing, down her thighs as the finger pushed deeper… impossibly deep. Another crack of pain made her bottom quiver and she thought she heard, almost inaudible, a throaty chuckle.
    The finger drew back, and then something larger, thicker, more rigid, prodded against her wet opening. As icy as the finger it pushed in slowly at first, and then thrust sharply. And with the pain the hard thrust induced a climax that set her body convulsing. Another thrust drove deep, and drew a cry of pain and feverish pleasure from her lips.
    Machine-like the stalk began to stroke into her body, moving ever faster, driving to the deepest depths of her without the feel of a body ever touching her bottom. It filled her with cold, but Leah felt another shattering orgasm sweep through her. She cried out again, twisting violently, feeling the tightness of the silk