Episode III
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As she knelt before the stone table, she slowly became accustomed to the blindfold he had tightened over her eyes. She thought about what she had been told. She was still trussed, her hands crushing her tits. She was breathing deep and quick and her entire body was shivering with an unaccustomed electricity.
She was fully aware of the many eyes boring into her back and her cunt clutched spasmodically at the thick rod thrust and bound into her.
The tall man spoke, now in a booming voice, which filled the large room, echoing. "Before us and before the stone kneels a new arrival." He placed a hand on her head. "Herein and henceforth she shall be known as Doralea. She now wears the harness and will soon receive the tattoo of a submissive. She shall reside in Room five on the Blue Hall of the Submissives."
The hand on her head grabbed the tightly braided cap of her hair and lifted her off her knees. She quickly got her feet under her and stood.
"She has been ordered to the probationary silence. Silence to be broken only upon direct request or direction." He stood beside her, his hands stroking her back, from shoulders to the upper swelling of her buttocks. "She is wearing the initiator plug." He turned her with a powerful hand on each hip, and drew her to stand in front of him. From his position behind her, he reached around to touch the nipples thrust between her fingers. He stroked and poked them, flicked them, pinched them between hard nails, tugged them forcefully and abandoned them.
She felt the heat of his body all along her spine and occasionally felt the hard bulge of his penis, restrained behind the velvet, against her ass. He grabbed her forearms and she felt several busy hands working at the bindings of her wrist cuffs.
"The time is now for the total cleansing." Her wrists were released from her harness, and pulled straight out to full extension on each side. "All who would, come forward now. And welcome Doralea with the touch of your tongue."
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As she heard the stride, step and shuffle of approaching feet her own ankles were pulled from under her by strong hands. She felt lips and tongues on each tit, licking the undercurve; nibbling along the crease on the side where they met the ribcage; pressing widely over the powerfully erect nipples.
Then more mouths attached to her thighs, licking and nipping up the length from knee to hip. Then more: on belly, neck, face. Tongues licking between the toes, kisses tracing along arms.
She was turned over, supported by wrists and ankles.
She was lowered onto the eager mouths which now supported her. Her crowd-surf "bed" rippled and moved beneath her as the many lips and tongues supporting her sought eagerly more and more spots.
Others laved her back, licking along her spine, noshing her butt and licking down into the crack of her ass. The backs of her knees were also being licked and nibbled at.
She was rotated as if on a spit and no surface of her skin was neglected. She felt dozens of separate mouths on every part of her.
Her own mouth was forced open and a very long tongue plunged between her teeth and licked at the top of her throat. A similar assault on her ass-hole penetrated deeply and explored the contours of the huge plug through the membrane separating her cunt and her ass.
She was turned again, face-down, and lifted away from the sucking, tonguing and biting.
She hung now uncomfortably by wrists and ankles, yet her pain and awkwardness were completely submerged by the waves of her rapture.
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She was carried up and thrown, roughly, onto the stone table.
Immediately her hips were raised and someone forced her knees apart and knelt between her calves. Long fingers spread her ass-cheeks wide and began sternly massaging her puckered ring.
Her wrists were pulled forward and lashed tightly to the hard, cold surface so that she was allowed some movement, but was utterly prevented from raising her elbows off the stone. Her tits swung, nipples just raking the table, and she was held, benched on elbows and knees.
She felt the hot, stiff rod of a dick bounce against her butt-cheeks.
She leaned back to encourage contact, but felt nothing.
Then again the cock touched her ass.
And again.
He slapped his tool against her and a drum picked up his rhythm.
Then he began sliding between her cheeks, the wide head of his dick forcing the twin orbs apart. He rested the head at her tight ass-hole and resumed massaging her bottom. Squeezing her cheeks he slowly pried open her anus and even more slowly allowed the smooth, wide head to enter past the first ring.
More drums had joined and many people were clapping hands or stamping feet to the beat.
He held there, not truly in, but at the threshold. She felt resistance relaxing and the inner sphincter opening, inviting. She rocked back to engulf him, but he matched her movement back and remained with only the tip of the head just opening the outer gate.
She held herself back for a moment, then relaxed forward; that was when he drove, with one long hard stroke, deep within her, forcing her to catch herself. Her tit-tips scraped along the stone, with what would have been pain were she in a less exalted state. As it was, the raking tingle passed from her breasts through to her heart and to her contracting cunt, which grabbed the hardness bound into it.
He thrust and pounded into her ass in time to the drums, or they beat in time with him, and she started coming in a blind release.
When he felt her spasms begin, he grabbed her hips, like handles, digging his fingers into the softness of her belly. He held her back, fully impaled to the curly hair at the base of his prick.
When she had recovered, he released his grip on her flaring bone and abruptly withdrew from her ass, leaving her gasping and sighing, feeling suddenly empty.
Her ankles were pulled even further apart and bound firmly down. The drumming continued with increasingly complex rhythmic overlays and she felt a tapping at the base of the rod still filling her cunt so completely. Someone was hitting it with a stick.
She shuddered with a small, almost repressed, secondary orgasm, and the beating grew in intensity.
It stopped.
The rod was pulled quickly out and her abdomen felt as if it had imploded and been pulled out of her cunt with the huge dildo. She felt sick, yet it was somehow pleasurable to feel that kind of sick.
She just barely understood the echoing voices through the dense throbbing in her head.
"Prepare her now for the filling."
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Her wrists were released from the table and she was pulled up to a wide-straddled kneel. Her wrists were pulled back and re-bound behind her at her waist. The man in the black velvet had told her about the "filling."
She knew that her mouth would soon be filled with dick and her ass would be slapped and strapped until she had come - and had brought off the man in her mouth.
Two tender hands grasped her shoulders and forced her gently forward, bending at the waist.
Her nose was brushed by a huge dick-head.
It touched her cheek.
She could not remember any dick as large as this.
The small gentle hands abandoned her shoulders and her head was grasped by powerful hands and guided from side to side, grazing against the huge member thrust up into her face.
She was both excited and fearful by the size and proximity of this rod.
As it brushed her lips, they opened, almost involuntarily and she found herself disappointed when the guiding hands pulled her away from that cock.
Then it was back.
Her lips tingled as the satin smooth head stroked them gently. Then the hands grasping her braids dug deep and forced her head down, slowly, over the rigid shaft.
Her jaw was forced wide and he pushed her down over that huge cock until her nose was tickled by his wiry pubic hair.
His dick jammed deep into her throat, her weight thrust forward, supported by her face against his groin. Her hands bound together behind her, rested on her raised hips.
She knew that the position of her ass, raised with her knees widely spread, exposed her cunt and ass-hole to the assembled congregation. Her juices flowed and she could feel the heat in her puffy cunt lips as she waited for the blows.
The huge cock filled her mouth, strained her jaw and pressed against the top of her throat. When her gag reflex was triggered, the hands grasping her hair held her down, so that the spasming clutched and fluttered across the tip of his dick head.
WHAM!
She had heard no warning swish, sensed no movement behind her, but the wide leather strap slammed her vulnerable, upthrust ass. She bounced with the blow, her tits swaying heavily beneath her and her throat struggling to accommodate the monster cock assaulting that deep portal.
WHAM!
Again. The pain of the blows quickly subsided, to be replaced by an erotic warmth that caused her cunt to loosen and flow with self-lubricating cream. She could not escape the pounding of the dick against her throat as the powerful hands digging into her hair held her tightly into his crotch. Her excitement grew. She knew she had to relax.
WHAM! WHAM!
It was as if she was being driven, hammered onto his cock. It was now forced past the resistance at the top of her throat and her clutching and spasming esophagus rippled over the huge head.
To be used thus before such a large audience, was extremely intoxicating. She wanted to surrender completely.
WHAM! WHAM!
Her throat slid along the complete length of his invading prick, her nose tickled by his wiry hair, then mashed against his pubic bone. Her forehead was pressed against a powerfully corrugated abdomen. Her ass tingled with a lusty fire as she rocked back slightly, guided by the hands on her head.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Again and again the blows came. She could feel her cunt juices dripping and running along the slit of her pussy.
The fire increased with each blow, the pain now singing a high skree above the throbbing bass of her lust.
Her throat was now accustomed to the driving cock and she felt as if it reached down to her cunt, as if she were being fucked from the inside.
WHAM! WHAM WHAM WHAM!
