Note: Thanks to remittancegirl for editing this story
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She was warm and hungry. She could hear two men arguing close by. Darla slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She realized that she was wrapped in a thick fur blanket. *Well that accounts for why I am warm. Where am I? * she wondered. Darla slowly scanned the room with her wide blue eyes. The room is more like cave, with stone walls and an opening. A built-in fireplace contained a roaring fire. She was in the corner of this large cave. To her right was a door and straight ahead was the opening of the cave. It was covered with a bearskin. That was where the voices were coming from.
Darla could feel the fur rubbing against her breasts and belly. It felt so erotic that she rubbed her mound into it before she realized that she was naked beneath it. It didn't bother her much. All she cared about was the feel of the fur rubbing her most intimate spots. Her hand started to massage her breast while she undulated on the fur. It was becoming coated with her love juices. Needing something more substantial than the rubbing, she brought her unoccupied hand down to her dripping pussy.
Darla sifted through the short curls over her mound, scratching lightly with her nails. Her fingertips ran over her weeping opening, before a finger plunged in. Darla's pussy muscles gripped her finger tight. She started to thrust her finger rapidly into her pussy. Darla could feel her orgasm coming on; her body began to tremble. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Suddenly, the bearskin was pushed aside and a group of six women walked in, carrying food and other bundles. The women were practically naked, except for a bikini-like top and a loincloth, both made of fur. Darla tugged the covering up to her neck and her face turned bright red with embarrassment, as she pulled her hand away from her between her legs. Her hand was shiny with her juices.
The women did not speak. They placed the bundles and food on the floor by the fireplace. They moved towards Darla with purpose, their eyes determined.
Darla pulled the blankets tighter around her naked body. "Who are you? Where am I? Wait, what are you doing? No, don't!" she exclaimed as one woman grabbed the blanket from her and pulled it away. The other five women pinned her down to the bed of furs.
Just as Darla was on the verge of panicking and screaming for help, one woman with green eyes and mahogany red hair, spoke. "We are here to prepare you. Please cooperate. It will be so much easier for you if you do," she said. She snatched Darla's hand (the one that was rubbing her pussy) and licked the juices off. She closed her eyes and seemed to savor the taste.
"She is a virgin," she whispered to the others. They all nodded, with awed looks on their faces. "Prepare me for what?" Darla asked in a scared voice. Another woman, a blue-eyed blonde, spoke up, "You are to be bathed and fed. We are here to help you. All questions will be answered afterwards."
By now, Darla's stomach was growling. The food smelled delicious, while she smelled rank. She decided to cooperate to get what she wanted.
"Can I eat before I bathe?" Darla asked. The women nodded and a tall brunette brought the food over to her. It was a venison stew, with potatoes, carrots, and peas. Darla ate greedily, trying to remember when she had last eaten. She sighed and put the bowl down when there was nothing left in it.
"Are you ready to be bathed now?" a different redhead asked. Darla nodded and was helped to her feet by the women. They led her to a door to her right. A raven-haired woman rushed back to the bundles and separated one from the others. She grabbed it and hurried to the door. The blonde-haired woman opened the door and gestured for Darla to go ahead of her.
Darla took one step into the room and stopped. It was a hot spring chamber. There were candles everywhere casting a romantic glow. There were at least four different pools. Each had a bench placed by the shallow end. There seemed to be shelves in the pools. *Different levels for different things,* Darla thought, as her mind conjured a picture of a couple making love on one of the shelves. Her body responded to the image and heated up. Darla was embarrassed by her reaction and hoped no one saw it.
The women tugged her towards one pool and Darla gratefully sank into the hot water. She closed her eyes as the heat relaxed her sore muscles. The blonde poured lavender oil into the pool. The scent wafted up and Darla inhaled the calming scent. It settled the chaos in her mind. "What are you names? I can't keep calling you by your hair color," Darla asked. "I am Aideen," the woman with the mahogany red hair. Darla opened her eyes and looks at Aideen. Her hair was long, cascading down to her firm buttocks and hiding her plum sized breasts. She seemed shorter compared to the others, but she was still tall compared to Darla's 5'1" frame.
Darla then realized that three of the women were naked and in the pool with her. She could not seem to summon the energy to protest.
"My name is Fiona," said a tall woman with hair so blonde it was almost white. Fiona's hair was cut close to her skull and spiky; it hid nothing from Darla's eyes. Her breasts were like peaches, firm and small. Her stomach was sculpted and Darla could not help feeling a twinge of envy at the sight of her abdominal muscles. The triangle of hair between Fiona's muscled thighs was only a shade or two darker than the hair on her head.
