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lustful glow.
    Melina shoved the man away from her and shouted to them all, ‘You can have me in ways you never dreamedof, but at my bidding. It has to be the way I want it, when I want it. I’m going to take you all on and we’ll see if you really are as sexy as you claim to be.’
    D’Arcy wanted to run away, leave them to it, but she was too mesmerised by the girl’s performance.
    The men seemed sexually enslaved by her even before she arched her back and shoved her pelvis forward, ran her fingers seductively through her own pubic hair and separated her most intimate lips with her fingers. ‘Now, let me see who shall be the first to warm themselves in my fire,’ she chided, her own lust echoing in her voice. Not one of the men answered.
    They watched in silence as she then turned round, bent over and offered her bottom, spread the cheeks and gyrated seductively. Melina had the men in her power and she was playing with them for her own pleasure. She swung round and then went to one of the them and unzipped his jeans. He was fully erect and large, she was generous with praise for his sex as she fondled it and demanded the others expose themselves.
    D’Arcy was amazed at how Melina controlled the men with her lust, ordering one man to suck on her breasts, another to caress her bottom, while another fondled her genitals and she gave oral sex to yet another. That didn’t last long only because Melina didn’t want it to. ‘I want your cocks, and your come, now you do as I tell you,’ she shouted at them. One of the men seemed too eager, tried to take over the orgy, she slapped him hard, he held her tight by the wrist but it was he who finally backed down from the confrontation when she kissed him wildly on the lips andused her hands and her mouth to convince him to stay in line.
    D’Arcy watched Melina crawl on to a large boulder lying on the stony floor of the cave. She spread a sheepskin rug under her knees and leaning on her elbows raised her naked bottom. Laughingly, she called out her instructions.
    It was a scene of several men taking her in turn, powerful men fucking for lust, and a young girl clearly lost in her own sexual pleasure, but remaining always in command. D’Arcy slipped away stunned by what she had seen and quite overwhelmed by the debauchery that Melina had so skilfully generated. D’Arcy had not been observed. She had kept the secret and had never told a soul.
    Mark had taken Melina in, offered her room and board in exchange for cleaning his house, and proceeded to lobby for her acceptance into the community. He could be very convincing and knew well the Cretan mind and heart and how to win them over, at least enough for Melina to live in peace and try and make some sort of a life for herself. He began with the chief of police, Manoussos Stavrolakis, his friend, and by far the most influential man in Livakia after the priest whom Mark had then won over. The schoolmaster was his next target and the most difficult of the three because Melina had no desire to go to school and he had no desire to teach her. But few could say no to Mark Obermann when he went after something and used his all-American charm. The three men’s tolerance was taken as example and the villagers fell into step and in time became civil to her.
    That had been nearly a year ago, and now only a few of them were still leery of her. Most had grudgingly to admit that she had come a long way since Mark had taken her in. They admired him for that, and Melina for the visible changes in her life.
    The foreigners all knew that Mark was playing Svengali, writing his own version of
Pygmalion
with her as the heroine, and each one of them was, in their own way, secretly worried about it. They could see vestiges of the old Melina just barely under the surface of her new life. However, whatever Mark was doing with Melina, she did at least appear to be a changed girl from the one who had first arrived in Livakia.
    Mark had taken her into