Dani s Story Book III Decisions Chapter VIII
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The following Monday I awoke to fresh scrambled eggs, French toast, and orange juice in the kitchen. I was half-way through eating when the phone rang in the kitchen and I put it on speaker.
"Hello, Domina," I said trying to woof down my breakfast. Since I've been here, I've been so busy sexually that food has come in spurts - just like my men. See what I did there? I'd been eating in 'noshes' as the Jewish people say, and with no one here but me, I was taking the chance to fuel up. I didn't know how hungry I was until I started eating.
"Hello, whore. I wanted to call to let you know that it worked - I'm pregnant with Mark's child. He's drawing up vicious divorce papers for you but I'm not done with you by a long shot. Your trip to Chicago is about painting you as a cock addicted whore that can't control herself on a business trip. I'm working another angle for you, so I need you to get to the parking garage. A limo is waiting to take you someplace. As always, go naked."
After I finished breakfast, it was a long ride in the limo, during which I had an orgasm in the back seat with my vibrating buddy keeping my engine revved. I was taken to an abandoned church. It was obvious from the boarded-up windows, overgrown weeds, broken stained glass windows, and black mold on the gray bricks this place hadn't been used in about a century. With heavy black rain clouds moving in, I ran nude up to the front door - only to find it chained. I ran quickly around back before the rain started to pour and found a door left unlocked for me. I wandered around for about half an hour, just taking it all in. I went into the sanctuary where the pews had decayed, rotting where they sat. The baptismal bowl had long since been shattered and there were flame marks along the walls indicative of at least one arson attempt. A naked woman in a church is either perfectly appropriate, or sacrilege.
Some time later, I meandered into the basement and understood why I was here. It was a fully stocked BDSM dungeon, large pentagrams drawn on the floor, black candles burning around the room, along with men and women of various ages in black robes. Sometimes I could see faces and sometimes not. The leader was as naked as I. She was a short redhead with green eyes, busty chest, and a dangerously thin waist. She was also wearing antlers on her head. Looking around carefully, I saw cameras in the corners of the ceiling. Within each pentagram circle was a St. Andrews cross, chains dangling from the ceiling, fuck bench, leg spreader or similar setup - and each was occupied by a woman being used hard by multiple men. I recognized right away this was about showing the world that I was clearly a slut, and had no respect for the religion practiced by most Americans. I was greeted by a black couple, and taken to a padded saw horse inside of a circle.
The black woman kissed me softly on the lips as the redhead spoke. "I'm Samsara - the leader of this group. Will you sacrifice your body willingly, whoring for the goddess until the storm passes?"
Running my right hand down to my pussy, I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy lips. "I will so whore, Mistress."
The black lady bent me over the padded sawhorse and shackled my ankles tightly to the floor while her man slid his cock into my wet pussy. I exhaled a breath as he did. His wife knelt down in front of me, kissed me on the lips, and whispered, "Why do so many men of other races like white bitches?"
I looked around the room at the other women being used and replied, 'Because we need to surrender. Look around - it's only white women being used."
Her man picked up a little speed as I talked to his woman. "Your man is going to cum in my pussy. By the time I leave here, men will cum down my throat, and others will cum in my ass or all over my body...and I need them to do it."
I could feel him throbbing hard. "Your man has full balls - that's not my fault, that's yours. He seeks out women that will drain him. He's got a nice cock, though." I explained starting to moan loudly. "He feels so good. When was the last time he was in you?"
She looked at him, then back at me as my words hit like a hammer. Her man began to slam my pussy hard with his cock and he breathed heavily. "She's got a great pussy!"
Looking at him in shock, she cried, 'Don't you dare cum in her, Dwayne!"
Sensing that I was close to another orgasm, I slid back against him as far as I could, then kissed her on the lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. After a few seconds, I pulled out, looked her in the eyes, and whispered, "Too late. He's cumming."
Her man shoved hard into me one time and I felt his manhood entering me...pulsating hard. I took her hand in mine, weaving my fingers into hers. "I was wrong, he's got a great cock!" I kissed her hard as I came on her man's cock. "FUCK he feels amazing!"
He held his body against mine and told her, "Her pussy is better than yours. I couldn't help it."
She was horrified, but she was also getting wet. "You haven't fucked me in two years! Dwayne, how could you?!"
I kissed her deeply again. "You have two choices - fuck someone in this room, or be his cuckqueen."
You can always tell the submissives - they hesitate. Deer in the headlights. "You're his cuckqueen," I said surprised. "You'll watch as he fucks other women tonight - and you'll get wetter than you've ever been."
She shook her head but it was too late. Samsara took her by the wrist and walked her over to an open circle, put her wrists into shackles, then raised her up by her arms and left her dangling with her toes off the ground. She then inserted a vibrator just like mine into her pussy and ass, and turned them on high and put her ankles in a spreader bar. "Cum as often as you like, Marsha - but no human contact. Watch your man fuck others tonight."
She started to object but Samsara shut her down. "Marsha, you swore an oath to sacrifice till the storm passes, as we all did. If you stay, you do so as you are now or you can leave. Naked."
Marsha nodded as her man came around and slid his cock into my mouth for me to clean off. I kept my eyes on her as I slowly took him into my mouth, then throat, and held him there. I taunted her. "His cock is so good, Marsha. He's already getting hard."
Her legs began to sway a little as she got wetter. "Does that turn you on, Marsha? The idea of your man fucking me? Seeding me? Me carrying his child?" I asked rubbing my belly.
He looked at her and laughed. "Yeah, it does. She loves this. Look at her."
Shaking her head she answered. "No...no, I don't...I..." She started, trying to form a sentence. Her legs tried to close but the spreader bar kept them from doing it. Her knees pulled in a bit. "Okay, yes! Fucking, YES! It turns me on! I love watching Dewayne fuck other women!" she cried, surprising even herself.
Samsara smiled as she approached me. "You're good, whore - we've played with Dewayne and Marsha for years and we never knew." She pulled my arms off the ground, put them behind my back, put my wrists in shackles and raised them off the ground. I was still horizontal at waist height. She attached fishing weights to both my nipples and clit using alligator clamps. "Here's your reward, whore. All your pleasure...all your pain....sacrifices to the goddess."
Dewayne was hard now and didn't waste time, coming around and slipping his cock into me a second time. I kept my eyes on Marsha, moaning loudly as he pushed in. "Oh, does he feel good Marsha! His cock is so smooth. Strong. Hard. I can feel he really wants me. He'd rather fuck me a second time than have you once," I said, sexually tormenting her.
My words pushed her over the edge she'd been hugging. She screamed and struggled against her bonds as she bent her legs in as much as she could, cumming violently on the two vibrators inside of her.
Samsara attached weights to her nipples and clit as well. "There you go, Marsha - let it all out. All that sexual tension you've been bottling up. Never knowing exactly what you were until just now - let it all go," she said, coaxing her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. The orgasms were coming to her quickly and in Herculean waves. She'd discovered her real self...as did her husband, he was long dicking me - taking me in slow, steady, long strokes and his dick out of me completely before putting it back in again. He looked at Samsara and said with confidence, "I'm a bull."
I couldn't move - and that was Samsara's point with hoisting me like she did. She wanted me to have no control and just be a pure sex vessel. Used. I stole a look through the basement window to the outside world. The wind was bending the trees, and heavy raindrops were pounding against the glass as thunder shook the building.
Keeping my eyes on Marsha, I said, "How could you turn this cock down for years? Not let him seed you - he's so full, Marsha and he wants me bad!"
Another man in a black robe walked over, he appeared to be from somewhere in the middle east. He lifted his black robe and his cock was already throbbing and rock hard. "Hello, Freya. Call me Anubis," he said, sliding his cock into my mouth.
He was of average length and girth but he was young and hard. He put his hands on either side of my head. Some may have shoved into me but he didn't. He took it nice and slow - full strokes but enjoying the warmth of my mouth. He relaxed his body, falling into me slightly as he moaned.
"I can see why our organization wants to buy your contract, Freya. You're no average whore. Why is that?"
After he pulled his cock from my mouth I answered, "Because, I want to be here - and the difference is seismic."
He slid his cock back into my mouth, cradling my head in his hands. Ever so gently. He pushed into my throat while staring down at me. He raised his eyebrows when I didn't gag, but rather slowly withdrew before sliding in and out faster. "You've got a smooth throat, whore."
Dewayne winked at him. "Yeah, she does!"
Anubis looked into my eyes and began to work faster. Harder. His strokes were still long and smooth but it was clear passion was taking over.
"Women in your country don't do this?" I asked looking up at him.
He shook his head. "No, only as part of foreplay - not the entire act. The Koran forbids it as such."
Realizing I was desecrating yet another religion, I increased my suction and cradled his cock with my tongue.
This was enough for him - he was hard but had no endurance. Young men usually don't.
Sensing it, Samsara walked over and took his cock in her hand. She withdrew him from my mouth, then stroked him harder and faster. She whispered in his ear, "For the goddess, sacrifice your seed."
He nodded and stopped holding back. She looked into my eyes and, with surgical precision, aimed his cum onto my face as he screamed something in Arabic.
"You will not clean this off, Freya," she said as she sprayed the last of his cum onto my cheeks and eyes.
Dewayne grabbed my ass with both hands and frantically worked in and out of my pussy. Harder. Faster. I knew he was close because he was throbbing hard! He was precariously close to orgasm so looked back at him and said, "Look into the eyes of your woman as you cum."
Seeing her orgasms had only gotten stronger since the addition of the weights, I winked at her and said "He might never fuck you again, Marsha."
Her body convulsed as she hung by her wrists, each twist and twinge increasing the pain - increasing the pleasure. Her legs were wide open and she loved it. She looked at me and nodded in agreement.
Looking back at Dewayne I said, "Well, well, well - it looks like she's a cuckqueen now, and that means you're free to fuck other women."
My words had him cumming hard, but this time he didn't stop fucking has he came - he kept up his quick pace, and long dicking me. "Ah...SHIT!" he screamed, looking at his woman. "FUCK!"
His wife struggled vigorously against her chains but she wasn't trying to get free - she was trying to go deeper...
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