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Chapter 8 by Cantalope Cantalope

What do they do with their newly arrived "virgin sacrifice"?

Unfamiliar sensations

As Taki continued to struggle against the invisible bonds, one of the cultists steps forward. Removing her cloak, which is the entirety of her clothing, she reveals herself to be a pretty young woman. Her skin is quite fair and her eyes have the same vacancy of the other cultists but she steps onto the dais with apparent excitement, prostrating herself before the leader before taking a knife from him and climbing onto the table between Taki's legs.

Taki grunts in surprise as her bonds abruptly shift, pulling her legs out to the sides almost into a splits position. Trained as a ninja, Taki doesn't even feel the stretch but she struggles desperately as the girl slides closer, knife raised...

She jumps involuntarily as the girl lays a gentle hand on her groin, stroking the inexperienced flesh through the smooth fabric, before leaning in and cutting into the body-suit. The elastic material immediately stretches out from the incision, revealing the smooth cleft of Taki's virgin pussy.

Taki's flushes red in spite of herself. She wasn't particularly disturbed by nudity...but there were at least 50 staring eyes locked on to her genitalia. The girl put down the knife but continued to lovingly stroke her vulva and inner thighs. This was a completely foreign sensation to Taki, she didn't even touch herself there. Self pleasure was for the weak.

The girl frowned: this one was very slow to warm up. She had yet to get any kind of pleasurable response from her soft tickling. Maybe it was time to take things up a notch. Leaning forward, the girl slides her hands under and around Taki's muscular thighs, her palms coming to rest once more on the slice in the jumpsuit. She holds tightly, dampening the ninja's movements as best she can.

Taki squirms from the hot breath on her nether regions, not bothering to argue with people clearly out of their minds but continuing to struggle tirelessly against the invisible **** that held her immobile above the table.

What's next?

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