My nails were painted, Vestal red, as were my lips. Thick, black kohl was used to line my eyes and my hair was braided into a white silk. A strong musky scent was dabbed on my neck, wrists and stomach, and my legs were parted so it might be applied to my inner thighs. I didn't recognise the fragrance as anything I had ever smelled before but, as I drew in a breath, I felt the familiar stirring of arousal deep in my pussy.
I opened my eyes as they took my hands and helped me to rise, and then they led me still naked from the room. We entered a long, dark corridor barely illuminated with burning candles placed at several points along its length. The small yellow flames guttering, fighting to stay alight in the chill draught that chased about raising goose bumps upon my exposed flesh. I drew my arms about my naked body and felt my nipples hard, erect and incredibly sensitive against my forearms. A hand upon my arm stopped me in one of these feeble pools of light, and I realised we were facing a door. My two young friends bid me enter.
The handle was cold, stiff and hard in my hand as I tried to turn it. With a creaking groan, it finally opened and we entered. The room was warmer than the corridor, but only just. A fire crackled in a small hearth and I was tempted to run over and crouch beside it to warm myself, but I managed to stay the impulse. Awaiting us were two women, both a little older than my first two companions who, without a word, silently retreated into the corridor and another part of the temple. I waited nervously, trying to cover my naked pussy with one hand while holding my other arm across my chest. The women both watched me saying nothing, clearly enjoying my discomfort. They wore similar linen robes to my first companions and were equally beautiful. My nerves increased and a shiver of apprehension past through me as they slowly approached, smiling, breasts swaying gently beneath loose robes.
'You, are Josephine?' It was strange to hear a voice after several hours of silence and I confess to being startled.
'I... ...Yes, I'm Josie ... Josephine, Mistress.'
The one who had spoken reached out and tilted my chin up, moving my head to the side inspecting me before dropping her hand to trail down my neck to my collar-bone, and then down the right side of my chest. I dropped the protection of my arm and her nail drew across my oiled flesh sending tingles of excitement through me. I gasped as her nail caught on the puckered skin of my erect nipple. I drew in a breath but managed not to flinch away. She smiled.
'I am not your Mistress, Josephine. Sit up on the table and lean back.' She indicated the stone table behind her and taking my hand drew me towards it. Nervously, I sat on the edge then moved across to the centre where the two women arranged me, leaning me back on my elbows with my legs drawn up, my vagina offered and open. The stone surface was rough and cold and it hurt my elbows but I said nothing.
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