Though dawn had risen the next morning, there was no sun. Chalk it up to the ritual – or just plain coincidence – but the storm had gotten so violent it was as dark as night outside. Roads were washed away, power was out, and trees were down.
Samsara unshackled me from the fuck bench in the center of the room and took me to the basement where there was a horizontal St. Andrews cross. She laid me down on it and shackled me spread eagle at the wrists, elbows, thighs and ankles. She pulled a black blindfold off the table and fastened it around my eyes.
Robbed of my sense of vision she whispered in my ear. “I’m going to spank your clit with a riding crop while men fuck you and fill you with their cum. Men will use your pussy, mouth, ass, and spray on your body.”
She lightly rubbed the head of the riding crop over my clit. “Like all others here, you can stop at any time. Is that what you wish?”
Shaking my head I replied quickly. “No, Samsara. I wish to keep sacrficing to the goddess until the storm passes.”
Smacking my clit with the crop gently she asked, “Are you sure? I can have this room filled with men in seconds. You wont know any of them. I’ll push you until you’re broken.”
Before I could answer she continued in a breathy whisper. “I’m talking dozens of men – they’re on loan to me tonight from the prison across town. They won’t last but a few strokes but they will cum inside of you, or on you.These men don’t give a shit about you, whore – you’re just three fuck holes to them.”
Briefly she put the fingers from one of her hands deeply inside of me and rubbed my G-spot. “How does it make you feel that your body will be a playground for total strangers? How much of a total whore are you?” she asked, slapping my clit with a riding crop as she finger fucked me.
Slapping my clit harder and faster she added, “What do you say, whore? How much dick can you really take?”
I gritted my teeth long enough to compose a sentence. “All of them.”
She came around to my right and kept slapping my clit with a riding crop as she put one of her hands on my right nipple. “Tell us what you want, slut.”
I exhaled a breath. “I want to be fucked by dozens of men tonight – never knowing who they are. Please! I’m begging you!”
‘And what of your husband?” she asked as I felt a cock entering me.
Still exhaling I replied. “I never loved him – I only stoled him from Vicki because I hated the bitch.”
Slapping my clit harder she asked, “And your job?”
The man inside of me was hard and throbbing but taking slow, long strokes as I answered, “I don’t care.”
I couldn’t see it, but I know she smiled. She had me the way I had so many others. Spanking my clit with her crop faster and harder she asked, “You’re just a cock hungry whore, aren’t you? You don’t care who you fuck as long as you fuck.”
The man in me picked up speed as I replied, “Yes! FUCK! I beg to serve the goddess and sacrifice to her until the storm passes.”
My nipples felt like they were being pulled straight up. “I’m attaching clamps to your nipples again and they’re being tied tightly to the ceiling. I’m going to suck your clit now, whore,” she whispered into my ear. Moments later I felt hot lips enveloping my clit. I moved my hips in circles as best I could, relaxing into the pure lust.
It was then that I heard footsteps. A lot of them. Bare feet hitting the hard wood floor beneath me. With no vision, I imagined the room was filling up with men.
The man inside of me picked up speed as Samsara said, “Go on, whore – cum on him. You’re close, just let go.” Before going back to sucking on my clit.
My ass arched up towards her mouth. I went to make fists with my hands and found that cocks had been put into each of them. I couldn’t stroke them as I couldn’t move, but the men did that for me – moving back and forth on their own. I could feel the skin on their dicks sliding back and forth. I didn’t grip them tightly, allowing the skin to flow freely. I brought my hips down against the wood of the cross and angled up. My body was taking control, over riding my will. The orgasm was building quickly. I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer.
With Samsara sucking and licking my clit and a complete stranger using my pussy hard I begged, “Samsara, may I cum please?”
She responded by flicking my nipples. “Yes, whore. Always. You don’t have to ask. We want you to cum.”
I inhaled a deep breath and flexed my legs hard, pulling against the iron shackles that held them in place against the beams of the cross. My stomach locked and I tried twisting to the right to bleed off some of the energy but I truly couldn’t move. My yell echoed off the walls of the basement. “FUCK! I’m a fucking whore!” I bellowed proudly to anyone that was in the room.
This sent the man inside of me over the edge and I could feel him pulsate. He shoved deeply and held it there as he came hard. His balls had to have been full. His body pressed against mine, and put his strong hands on my hips, shoving into me.
She chuckled. “You’re holding back, whore. That’s why you were able to control Dewayne, Marsha and Anubis. I’m telling you to let it all go.”
I nodded, knowing she was right. My body was still violently fighting against the shackles…not that I wanted to escape them of course. It added to the eroticism that I couldn’t move. I leaned my head back and screamed again. “SHIT!”
The man inside of me quickly pulled out when he was done, and another slid into me. He as well was of average size and thickness. He wasn’t wasting time, pounding me hard – not that I wanted it any other way.
Samsara grabbed her riding crop and spanked my clit hard and fast. “Come on, whore – you’re still holding back. I want all of you and I want you right now.”
My body undulated in a single, powerful wave. “The men in your hands want to cum on you – would you like that? Knowing this is all captured on film?” she asked, teasing me.
With my orgasm continuing throughout my body I yanked and jerked against my iron bonds. “YES!” I screamed. “PLEASE!”
Not even one second later I felt warm, sticky cum hitting my breasts. I could tell it was thick as well. Those balls were full.
She laughed. “Good girl. Now, there’s another man here that wants to cum in your mouth. Would that please you, Freya?”
I nodded my head quickly. “Yes! I beg you! Let him cum in my mouth!”
That’s when it hit me. I knew what she was doing. Not only did she want me to take dozens of cocks tonight, she wanted me to confess to wanting every single load!
On camera.
The tip of a cock entered my mouth and began to cum. It bounced off the inside of my cheek and pooled in the back of my throat.
“Hold it, whore.” Samsara commanded. “Swallow before I tell you and I kick you out of the church right now.” She explained spanking my clit as the man inside of me pounded me harder.
I felt another cock entering my mouth as she spoke again. “I have two men here that want to cum on your face. Would that please you, whore?”
Her strikes to my clit became slower, but much harder. I nodded yes to her question. “You’re still holding back, slut – let the orgasm go!”
She was pushing me hard…past my limits. I had to hold the cum in my mouth, while having an orgasm, with men cumming on me, a cock in each hand and one pounding my pussy and her spanking my clit!
The man in my mouth also began to cum as I tried to push towards the man in my cunt. I wanted him badly. My back twisted left, then right, then up and finally down again with force. Samsara knew she had me. “Cum, whore! NOW!”
Once again I let my body again feel pleasure as more cum entered my mouth and I felt more hot, fresh cum on my breasts and stomach.
I couldn’t scream or I’d swallow the loads I was holding in my mouth. My legs tried to close on their own as I pulled against my shackles. I was cumming harder than I ever had – pushed past my limits by Samsara – and I loved every second of it. The man inside of me came but didn’t stop fucking me.
“You have a man beside you and he wants to cum on your face, whore. Do you want him to do so?” she asked, knowing the answer.
I nodded urgently, and moments later felt hot, fresh cum across my cheeks, nose and chin.
The men in my hands were close to cumming. I could feel it. Samsara didn’t waste time.
“Will you let the men in your hands cum in your mouth?” she asked as another man entered my pussy
I responded the only way I could; I opened my mouth.
“Very good, whore,” she answered as she removed the riding crop and placed a wand vibrator on my clit and pressed down hard. She spanked my nipples with the riding crop, pulling the string tight and sending pain throughout my body.
One man put his cock in my mouth and I closed around him until he had given me his seed. I did the same for the other.
Samsara spanked my nipples as she said, “Hold that whore mouth open and let everyone see.” She said pushing me way past my limits.
Once I obeyed her command she said, “You may swallow, whore.” She worked my clit harder with the vibrator.
To be honest, I never saw the move coming. The moment I swallowed a titanic orgasm swept through my body. I flexed so hard I actually felt the bonds straining to hold me. My knees began to close and I screamed like a rock star. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and I laughed uncontrollably.
Samsara weaved the fingers of her right hand into the fingers on my left hand and put her mouth next to my ear. She whispered, “Trust me, whore – just let go.”
It was as though I was having every emotion I’d ever felt all at once. Rage, bliss, love, hate, anger, depression, doubt, terror, lust, ambition…and I couldn’t control any of it! Once it started, it was a tidal wave.
What I don’t know is how long I was on the table a bundle of primal emotions – it could have been hours, it could have been minutes. What I know is that no one touched me, and slowly I began to come down from it. My body gradually came back under my control until I lay perfectly still on the St. Andrews cross. I was breathing heavily and sweating.
Samsara unshackled me, and took the blindfold off. The room had emptied save her and I. She sat me upright on one of the legs of the cross and she sat opposite me on the other.
“I didn’t think you’d ever crack, Freya,” she said, reaching out and touching my right cheek.
I look down at the floor, back at her and gave her a hug, then cried on her shoulder. She didn’t stop me at all. She rocked me gently back and forth. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, Stacy.”
Noticing everyone was gone I commented, “I thought no one was allowed to leave until the storm passed.”
She pulled my head back, kissed me softly on the lips and looked me in the eyes. “Stacy….you were the storm.”
I stared at her blankly so she continued. “Women come to us just like you…a bundle of emotions to heavy to carry, and to painful to let go. Using sex, we tap into it and get women to dump it. They don’t even know what’s happening, but it works. Most women are faster than you and I didn’t know if I could get you to that point, but I did. You finally trusted me and just let go.”
Looking at my hands they were still shaking. “What the hell is happening to me?”
She smiled. “I unlocked every unresolved emotion you ever had. It will pass, trust me,” she said, taking my hands in hers and kissing me on the cheek.
Pulling my head back, I looked her in the eyes and said with tears rolling down my cheeks, “I don’t want to leave you, Samsara.”
Grinning from ear to ear she replied, “And you don’t have to, Stacy. Before I brought you down here, I bought your contract from Vicki. You belong to me now.”
Not knowing what to say, I stayed silent.
She continued, “No one has ever – and I do mean ever – sacrified to the goddess like you did tonight. You truly let it all go. We bought your contract for a solid eight figures.”
“Do we have enough material to burn my life down?” I asked concerned.
She kissed me gently. “Yes. There’s one more step and it’s up to you, but tonight was the finishing touches on the actual body of work.”
I looked around at the room and back at her and shook my head, still crying. “I love this life. I don’t want it to end,” I said, gripping her hands tightly.
She kissed me softly, then it turned into a deep, passionate one. “My dear Stacy, we’re just beginning.”