CHAPTER 7. As soon as Steven and Brad had disappeared around the bend in the path, Colin asked Draper, "Well, Professor, what do you think?" "About what?" "About what's happened to us!" cried the redhead. "You don't suppose I'm asking you what you think about the weather, do you? In case you don't remember, twelve of us were turned into girls last week!" "Oh, right, so I've noticed," he responded. "Yes. You've been turned into girls. Very pretty ones, too!" Peter Draper was adept in comprehending the nonverbal communication of women. He had paid close attention to the body language of the girls, carefully noting their facial expressions and glances and how they reacted to his presence. He could read them like a book - more easily than he could other girls, as they had not yet had time to develop the usual repertoire of female deception. "Well.... what do you think about it?" Colin demanded, her hands on her hips and her chin thrust forward defiantly. "I'd definitely like your opinion, if it's not asking too much." "You really want to know?" he asked. "Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have asked you!" "All right then. It seems pretty clear that every last one of you - except for the four little lesbian Greeks - can't wait to get fucked. That includes the big Greeks, though they won't admit it to themselves. Justin and Martin are apparently menstruating, but that hasn't quenched their fire. They'll just put it off a few days. But the rest of you are ready - right now. And you, Little Miss Colin, seem to be chafing the most, if you don't mind my saying so. My guess is you've been wet since the first moment we met back in Empoulis." The redhead colored deeply to hear the truth, but she was actually relieved because it meant she did not have to raise the issue. Her ears burning, she cried, "Yes! I freely admit it - and I've been praying that you'd want to fuck me! Will you? Will you fuck me tonight Please? I really need it, Peter. I need to know: will you fuck me tonight?" Draper put down the basket of Colin's things he'd been carrying and grasped the little redhead in a powerful embrace, both hands on her lovely buttocks. He pressed her tightly against himself and kissed her full on the mouth. He felt her body go limp in surrender. "Does that answer your question, Little Miss Colin?" he asked, when they both came up for air. Without awaiting her response, he slipped his hand down the front of her pantiless chinos and grabbed her in the only way an aroused man can grab an aroused woman. To his gratification, he found she was respectably wet, meaning that she had been aroused for no little time. She gasped sharply to feel masculine fingers enter her body for the very first time, and opened her big blue eyes to their fullest extent. "O! O! O! Yes, yes, yes, O, yes! That answers my question!" she exclaimed, and, with his fingers still deep inside her, Colin lifted one leg until Draper caught her under her knee. Then she wriggled lasciviously to slide herself deeper onto his fingers. They kissed deeply again and reluctantly pulled apart. Draper brought his glistening fingers up under the redhead's nose. "How do you like the scent of your own musk, you hot little minx?" he asked, smiling gently. "And confess it: aren't you glad you've been turned into a girl? I know I'm glad you were!" Colin grabbed Draper's wrist, closed her eyes and sniffed his fingers, inhaling deeply, her nostrils dilated. She opened her eyes fully again, and, gazing intensely and unblinkingly into Draper's, took his fingers into her mouth and greedily sucked them, then slowly pulled his hand away. With a dreamy expression on her face, she lazily ran the tip of her pink little tongue around her lips. "Does that answer your question, Professor?" she teased. "What, you like the scent of your own musk, or you're glad you've been turned into a girl?" "Both!" cried the redhead. They laughed, and Draper chucked her under her chin. Then they set off along the long winding path up to the temple, Draper carrying her basket in one hand, while she grasped his other hand in both of hers and lay her head against his arm. She hunched her shoulders up and down several times and, eyes closed, wriggled her neck to bleed off a bit of her excess energy, her face radiant with pleasurable expectation. She considered herself the happiest girl in the world! But suddenly she remembered she'd have to surrender him to Brad after only two hours! Her heart sank. She'd better tell him now..... "What's the matter, Little Miss Colin?" Draper asked, feeling the subtle tightening of her grip on his hand. Colin sighed. How extraordinarily sensitive this man was to a woman's slightest nuance of feeling or attitude! This made the prospect of sharing him with the other girls all the harder to bear. Colin now regretted going along so easily with their plan. She should have disagreed! But it was too late to change things. Colin stopped in her tracks, jerking Draper to a halt. "I'm not sure how to tell you this, Peter, But you can only have me for two hours tonight!" "Oh, really? Have you made a compact with the other girls to - ah - share the wealth, then?" Colin was amazed. Was there anything this gorgeous man did not anticipate? "Yes, Peter. That's it exactly," she replied, dumbfounded. "The other girls are going crazy with lust, as you correctly surmised. While Justin and I were gone to pick you up, they drew cards to see who got you and when. Steven drew a card for me in my absence, and it was the Ace. So I get you first. But it's only for two hours! I'm so sorry!" "Don't be sorry, Little Miss Colin. I rather expected this when Brad and Steven shot me their smoldering come-hither glances back there on the dock. I'll service all you new girls if it'll make you happy, and you needn't worry - you'll get me back soon enough. I like fucking brainy girls best, as you very well know, and you're the brainiest girl here. But tell me the batting order..." Colin was hardly comforted by Draper's remarks, but she was in a poor bargaining position and knew it. Pouting a bit, she replied in a flat monotone, "Brad, Neal, Steven, then the two big Greeks. Justin and Martin get you when they've finished their periods. And as you guessed, the little Greeks have no interest in men, so no one expects you to fuck them." Draper chuckled. "That's too bad... they're quite cute, and they might find they like being fucked with the real thing instead of with whatever they're using for a dildo. I shouldn't be surprised if they've found a few real ones in the temple. All the priestesses and oracles used them, you know - highly polished marble with exquisite detail, right down to the veins.... . Anyway, you say Stavros and Dimitrios want me at the same time?" "Yes. I hope that's OK" Colin plaintively answered, desperately wanting nothing more than to please Draper in whatever whim he cared to follow. She'd be his faithful procuress if it meant getting him for herself after the initial round of fucking was over. "Couldn't be a better arrangement," Draper replied. "Anyone can see that those big Greeks need some disciplining. Perhaps you can scare me up some ropes and some supple olive switches. Just strip the leaves and peel off the bark. And soak them in seawater for a couple of hours - improves the sting, you know. I'll have them whip one another in turns, then I'll tie them both up and whip them together. Then I'll cut them loose and see which one spreads her legs for me first. I'll lay odds it'll be Stavros. She looks like a simmering pot ready to boil. Dimitrios seems the more passive. She'll be content to sit there watching, and play with herself until I'm good and ready to fuck her. But it doesn't matter if I'm wrong: I'll keep whipping them until one or the other begs to be fucked. Letting me fuck them will be their only salvation." The idea appealed to Colin - at least the whipping part did. If Draper wanted ropes and olive switches, she'd find ropes and olive switches for him, by God! And she'd soak them in seawater, too! Anything to please him! "That won't be a problem at all, Peter. I'll make sure to put what you need under the bed," she said, trying to suppress her anguish and hoping that Draper would whip the surly Greek girls until their bottoms were a livid red, especially Stavros's, which, she thought, was just a bit too goddamn shapely.