She looked at the door.
Dark wood strapped with thick leather. It looked heavy and substantial. Her stomach was tingling with fear and excitement. Resting her hand on the door she felt the moisture from the humid underground tunnel coat her palm.
The noises beyond the door were animal. Slapping sounds, skin against skin, intermittent groans and cries. The excitement inside her grew as she pictured what was happening just a few feet away. The thin plain dress she wore stuck to her body with sweat and that familiar tingling ached deep within. It pleaded to be dealt with.
She knew what happened in the room. Everyone knew about the room. They had been taught about it for years now, ever since the day her bloods started appearing. She knew her time would arrive next year when she turned 21 but tonight for some reason the entrance to the caves had been left unguarded as she returned from her archery lesson. The temptation was simply too much to ignore so she ducked inside the tunnel complex which filled the tree covered hill and followed the flickering lights leading down to the room.
Her heart pounded as she applied pressure to the door. It must be locked. It should be locked. It will be locked. But it wasn't locked.
It swung open quietly and surprisingly quickly. Flickering light from the room shadowed the tunnel behind her.
Catching her breath she took in the scene opening in front of her. It was small room with the only light coming from two torches attached to opposite walls. A strong musky smell of lavender and sweat filled the room. But it wasn't the lighting, nor the smell which took her breath.
Directly in front of her she saw the back of a naked man. Tall, dark skin and muscle. Shining with sweat he rhythmically thrusted inside a woman. She was kneeling in front of him, arms reaching out gripping the thick velvet carpet which covered the floor. Her knees were brought up to her chest, long dark hair spread out over her back and shoulders. Her skin was moist and glistened. Every time he pushed into her the slapping sound echoed in the room as their moist skin connected. She moaned in time with the slaps.
Watching them were two men. They were tied up on opposite walls, chains fixed them tight with their arms and legs stretched out in an X shape. Their bodies also exuded masculinity; rippling muscles, lean. She had been taught about them as well.
Both had erect penises as they intently watched the coupling in front of them. They were waiting their turn.
All the stories she had heard, all the giggling with her friends. The cartoon drawings passed around. The fantasies, getting more detailed and involved as she matured. They were all true. The pleasure dome, as they had nicknamed the hill, was real.
A voice brought her back to reality. "What are you doing?!" A guard walked over to her. How had she not seen him before? The slapping stopped and the men against the wall looked over at her.
The room suddenly fell deathly silent. All eyes on her.
"I got lost." Cassandra said. Her voice shook as she became acutely aware of her predicament. The man in front of her turned and his penis slipped out of the woman, it glistened and throbbed accusingly in her direction.
The woman on the floor rolled over and sat up, she immediately recognised her as Ophia. She was a year older than her so they didn't mix much, outside of the sports arena. But she knew her.
"You got lost did you?" Ophia said standing and approaching her. She didn't try to cover herself up and her breasts glistened in the flickering light. Her body was lean with slight muscle definition after years of training on the Island. Cassandra noticed she also had no hair over her vagina. This must be part of the ritual she thought as she tried to think how to explain herself out of the situation she had found herself in.
Ophia walked past her and shut the door behind her then returned to stand in front of her. She was now really scared. The guard stood to her right, the unleashed slave to her left. His penis still erect. Ophia stood directly in front of her. The men on the walls watched from a distance. There was no way out for her.
"Did you really get lost Cas?" Ophia asked again with a mocking tone, she also had recognised her.
She said nothing.
"Well!?" The guard shouted.
She shook her head "No," she whispered barely able to speak now, fear was taking over. The excitement she had felt initially had disappeared.
"No," Ophia repeated "Of course not, did your curiosity get the better of you?"
Cassandra nodded staring at the floor.
"Well what do you think?" Ophia asked her.
Cassandra kept silent, still staring at the floor.
The guard grabbed her by the hair roughly and pulled her head up. "She is speaking to you, answer!" he shouted
"I got lost, I heard noises and I accidently came in here." it was a pathetic answer but the only thing she could muster given the circumstances.
"What should we do with her?" the guard asked turning to Ophia.
Ophia looked at her, then at the two men tied to the wall then back to the guard.
"Get back to your post and say nothing of this," she ordered.
He stared at her for a second then walked back to stand in the corner.
"So Cas, what do you want to do?" She smiled and Cassandra felt relief wash over her body.
"You know you can't do anything for another year, but do you want to stay a while? I have some work to do here if I am to bear a child and could do with the company."
She indicated to the three slaves in the room "These breeders are mute and, aside from their cocks, not much use, or company."
Cassandra just nodded not sure how to answer.
"You can touch them if you like, just don't waste the seed, remember every little counts," she said laughing as she paraphrased what they had been told in class. The classroom, diagrams and giggling friends seemed very far away at that moment in the room filled with sex.
Ophia then walked around to the velvet rug on the floor and lay down assuming the same position as before. Cassandra saw her vagina, pink and swollen, glistening between her thighs.
"Resume!" she said sternly and the slave obliged, kneeling down behind her. Cassandra watched him guide his angry looking penis towards her lips. He thrust inside her with no finesse or delay. The slaps and the moans resumed
Cassandra stood there watching them not sure what to do but was fascinated with the scene. The slave's buttocks clenched with each thrust and relaxed as he withdrew. She walked into the middle of the room, watching them closely. Ophia's eyes were closed and looked as if she was concentrating really hard. She noticed her breast swing underneath her, her smooth curved back, the hair which stuck to her shoulder blades. She looked at the slave, his stomach was muscled and he gripped her hips as he performed his duties. His eyes were closed also. Ophia reached back between her legs and started rubbing her clit.
Cassandra knew very well how that felt and let her own hand brush between her legs through the thin dress, she could feel the moisture building up, leaking. She wore no underwear and could feel the mixture of sweat and fluid sticking to her hairs and folds when she moved.
"Will you fucking touch them!" Ophia grunted, her voice breathless and more insistent.
