The sensation of the cold metal between her legs causes Miri to tremble, only partially with surprise.  Mostly, the sensation causes new and interesting tingling to flow throughout her body.  A tiny thrill goes through her as a pair of hands grasps her hips, her body desperate to know what pleasure it would receive next, and her mind beginning to follow.  She receives her answer a moment later as the hands begin to pull her along the strangely textured leg.<br/><br/>"Ahhh!"  Miri cries out through parted lips, throwing her head back with the sensation, her black hair spilling down her bare back.  Helplessly, her athletic sculpted legs twist this way and that as her sensitive sex is rubbed against that textured metal.  She can feel the shapes, almost able to distinguish them as they brush against her, some parting her delicate lips, some almost pressing inside her.  Desperately, she tries to pull away, but this just presses her breasts more firmly into the hands that massage them, sending a new shock of pleasure through her.  Miri moans, low and loud, her pleasure level continuing to rise, the metal quickly growing slick with her juices.<br/><br/>The sting in her back causes Miri to jump slightly, but as pleasure-addled as she is, it barely hurts.  She closes her eyes as warmth seems to sweep over her.  Visions seem to fill her mind, of Jordan, fighting.  Losing.  Being held.   Being pleasured.  Being filled with mens' shafts.  The look of ecstasy on her face.  Miri's breathing quickens as the visions and the new aphrodisiac take hold.  Ever so slowly, her curved hips begin to rock, moaning openly as her sensitive sex rubs against that textured leg.  She arches her back deliberately now, gasping with pleasure as sensation shoots through her breasts.  "Yes."  She manages to gasp out.  "Will that happen to me?"  At the moment, the thought of being taken, like Jordan, filled Miri not with fear, but with excitement.