One of the women assailing her thus had lifted her own skirts and was pleasuring herself even as she stroked the cane across the poor girl’s buttock.... The second woman turned upon her companion and buried her face between her thighs. Their behaviour was frenzied as if time itself might end and they needed to complete their pleasure before the apocalypse came. The girl tied to the chair was moaning softly and I knew not if it was pain or pleasure but it was my instinct that it was joy that made. Petra, the shortest of the six of us, looked up at Sue and said "Are you all right?"Sue's dark brown color was such that we couldn't tell whether she was blushing but she spoke up, shakily, "Well, I don't want to lose any of you as friends."I don't think she minded when we went into a group hug surrounding her.When we finally broke up the hug with a now happy Sue who promised the others that she'd talk to them about her experiences, I finally spoke up: "Girls, I don't understand why you're. They seemed to slow down as they ran up the inside of thighs and my hands slipped inside the back of their panties so I had two handfuls of creamy flesh, I could feel their finger inch up my thighs and then simultaneously felt them touch my balls, they both kept a hand there while moving the other to my belly where they made small circular motions then slowed down as they got close to the elastic waistband.Mmm, their fingers crept inside still holding on to my balls as they searched blindly,. I’ll tell them anything. I can feel the reflex as it happens, like a menstrual cramp, inevitable, manifest destiny. Not all people living on Earth have souls. Shambalans try to find the lost sheep. To lead by example, slowly remaking Paradise. My whole back stiffens with memory. I cut off my hair in case he finds me. I did it the minute I got off the bus in the town square. I remember the sore, scabby patches on my scalp. They hurt if I was shaky with the scissors. Then from behind me, two cops.