Sacrifice to Sensation

Title: Sacrifice to Sensation

Author: Katie Mystique

The morning, crisp and lazy, was a cold autumn one, a blanket of fog laying down in the dew-soaked clearing of vibrant green. Standing in the center were six large stones formed in a circle, giving off an eerie feeling to the area as a whole. The sounds of the birds of dawn lilted the air, mixing with the night's frogs and their ribbits. The sun had yet to crest over the horizon, leaving the world in a dim blue glow that was bright enough to see clearly in, but still gave a blanket of the comfort of night.

Walking into the middle of the stone circle were two men and one woman. The men were fully dressed in black pants, t-shirts and jackets, one with tawny brown hair, the other a vibrant ginger color. The woman, however, was dressed in a silken, dark blue robe, accented along the edges in silver. Her hair was bright blonde and long, its tresses flowing freely down her shoulders and back in waves. She wore almost no makeup, save some mascara, and her arms were wrapped close around her body in search of warmth.

Carried by one of the men was a folded-up blanket and a duffel bag; the other carried a cloth tote that looked like it bore something heavy by the way it pulled at the handles.

Once they reached the middle of the circle, the man with the blanket set down the duffel bag and flung out the flannel blanket at the edges, opening it up and laying it down on the cold, damp grass. The woman stood there, holding herself, as the men prepared the area.

From the tote bag, the second gentleman pulled out metal tent stakes. With a rubber mallet, also from the bag, he hammered them down into the grass at the four corners of the blanket. The man to her right knelt at the duffel bag, opening it up and pulling out a pair of supple, soft leather cuffs. He beckoned to her.

Going over to him, still silent, the woman offered her wrists to him. With deft hands, he wrapped and buckled the cuffs around her delicate wrists. He then knelt at her feet, lifting one of her bare feet to rest upon his knee as he wrapped the cuff around her ankle. Setting down her foot, he then repeated the same action to her other ankle.

"Go ahead and lay down now, Claire -- on your stomach," the burly one who had put her cuffs on directed her.

Obediently, she went to the blanket. Sliding off her robe, she set it in a pile next to the blanket, baring her naked skin to the chill of the air. It was bracing and made her skin hypersensitive. Laying down on her stomach, she spread her arms and her legs towards the tent stakes. She took a deep breath, the smell of crushed grass, dew and the forest air surrounding them filling her senses.

There was some rustling to her side, the sounds of metal clinking against metal, coarse fabric running across itself and even the sound of fur going over a hard surface.

"Lift your head," came the gentle voice of the more lithe man.

Claire did as she was bidden and lifted her head as the silk of a scarf fell down over her eyes and descended darkness around her, blinding her to the rising hue of the dawn. At her wrists, she could feel carabiner clips connecting her cuffs, one at a time, to the stakes at the corners, before her ankles were clipped to the stakes as well. She was well and truly spread out, bare and pale to the world and to the two men at her sides.

"Are you comfortable?" the husky man known as 'Red' asked.

Claire nodded her head.

"Then we'll begin. Remember, the point of this is to experience the sensations. You've seen the bag and you know what's in it. Your safe word is lollipop, do not be afraid to use it if you need to," the other man, known as 'Adrian', remarked, his lilt betraying his smile. "Now take a deep breath and let your mind relax."

Claire did as she was told, taking a deep breath and relaxing into the damp, but markedly warmer, blanket beneath her breasts and stomach.

Minutes, or so it felt, passed as she laid there, feeling only the chilled breeze and the tingling of dew settling upon her skin. The men were so silent, no movement to be had. It was almost as if they had left her there alone, staked in the stone circle.

Suddenly she felt a caress down the middle of her back, a shiver running across her skin. It was a warm caress but furry like a bunny rabbit. It was soothing and it relaxed her even more. Slowly the fur caressed its way up her back and over her shoulders, then down her arms, moving slow and patiently. There was no rush. Only sensation.

Coming back up her arm, it went down her shoulder once more. It held all her focus. It was pleasant and calming.

Suddenly there was a prickling sensation on the back of her thigh, and she gasped slightly. While the fur continued its tender caress over the right side of her back, the prickling sensation on her left thigh began trickling its way down her leg. It made a little circle on the sensitive area right behind her knee before continuing down her calf.

Such a mix of sensations had Claire's mind whirling, wondering what to focus on the most. Her attention was torn between the exciting sharpness and the soothing caress of the fur.

The prickling sensation reached her ankle before it began to slowly meander its way up the inside of her leg. The fur continued down and slid over the pert roundness of her rear. Taking a deep breath, Claire lifted her hips a bit into the touch, though she was severely limited in movement by her tethering.

A soft chuckle broke the natural silence of the morning, coming from the man who was wielding the fur glove. In an instant, the glove vanished, replaced by a sharp smack upon her ass. A sharp sting ran through her cheek and brought out a little chirp of a moan from her lips. Already the chill of the surroundings had her senses sharpened, but now on the hotly-stinging cheek in particular, it alighted with sensation.

"You were not given permission to move," Red in his rough baritone, though she could clearly hear a smile. He was enjoying this.

"Yes, Red," Claire said softly then swallowed, taking a deep breath, her first words of the morning coming out from her ruby lips.

"Good girl," he purred. With his words, the soft fur returned, rubbing over the red handprint that he had left on her cheek.

On the other side, having never missed a beat, the prickling sensation continued up the inside of her leg, drifting up further until it rolled its way along the inside of her thigh. It was slow and methodical, but even so, it made its way perilously close to her core before turning and moving further upward.

Adrian put a little more pressure into his pinpricking, digging a little bit deeper into her skin. Claire gasped at the sensation, trying desperately to resist her urge to push into it with her hips.

"Good pet," Adrian complimented.

The pressure quickly dissipated before stopping altogether, while the fur continued to stroke her, reaching over to soothe the stinging area. Something had changed. Instead of a soothing, calming sensation, the fur's motion was sensual and slow, making Claire tingle with desire as a luscious ache grew in her core.

She wanted more.

As the caresses continued, firmer still, the gloved hand began to massage her flesh. It elicited a soft moan from her lips as her cheeks were spread then closed again. It was nice to just focus on the one sensation.

Despite her best efforts, she felt her hips lift instinctively into the massage, the scent of her arousal mingling with the natural, earthy smells around them. Once more the fur was removed as a hard slap came down, this time on her left cheek. It was sharper and harder than the previous one and it brought out a yipe from her chilled lips. "I'm sorry!" she cried out.

Neither man said anything, nor did they resume their touches. They left her there for an excruciating moment, letting her body settle while her mind raced. Perhaps this was punishment for moving when she shouldn't. That thought alone though kept her inner muscles tight and her core weeping with excitement at what they were doing to her.

Cold air caressed over her as a breeze swept through the stone circle. It chilled her already-cool skin and made it ache.

Heat, sharp and sudden, landed on the small of her back and blossomed across her skin in a startlingly stark contrast to the biting cold. Then another drop of heat landed on her, followed by another, each one trickling its way down her hip and over her plump ass. Sometimes the drops were hotter than others, but each left a sticky, viscous sensation that puckered her skin and left a warmth that radiated into her.

It continued down over the round of her ass and along the backs of her thighs before suddenly stopping. Barely a moment passed, however, before the sensation returned, this time on the back of her other thigh. It brought gasps and moans to her lips and left her oblivious to the sound of fabric moving to her left.

Trickling hotly and sharply, it worked its way up her thigh and across her right cheek. It felt as if it would go up her back, but the sensation stopped. She was left curious as her mind swirled in a maelstrom of delight.

Suddenly, she felt the same sharp heat directly between her cheeks, the next landing lower down. The next droplets landed with an erotic heat on her swollen labia, one even landing on her clit. Once again, she felt her back bow outward of its own accord, her ass lifting into the air as she let out a soft cry. It was intense and hot, just shy of burning, and exquisitely delicious.

To her surprise, no smack followed her misbehavior -- however, the hot droplets did stop. She was given a moment to catch her breath and process what she was feeling. She was already beginning to fly high on the euphoric feelings, practically drowning in desire.

She couldn't tell how much time had passed when she felt her ankles get unclasped from the stakes. Hands wrapped around her hips and lifted them up until she was on her knees, body bowed down to the ground where her hands remained bound to the earth.

Her juices glistened on her labia, dribbling down the inside of her thighs, her clit swollen, exposed, and eager for more attention. Little red droplets of wax painted her inner lips beautifully, leaving them pink and flushed under the heat.

A swift smack came down onto her right cheek, hard and stinging, before being followed up immediately on her left cheek by another smack. They were hard enough to jerk her hips forward as she spread her thighs instinctively, her body begging for more.

Then, right at her entrance, she felt the sensation she longed the most for: pressing into her, the head of a cock was moist with a mixture of pre-cum and her juices. With ease, it slid into her, as her inner walls took him inch by painfully-delicious inch. It was hot and hard and soft all at once, a banquet of sensations all on its own.

At the same time, the fur returned to her shoulders, only this time there was a scratch to them here and there. She knew immediately what he was using: fur gloves with tacks pressed through them to scrape along the skin. Vampire gloves -- and they were among her favorites.

The mix of the two sensations; of being filled and taken while caressed at the same time, was a torment of the mind and senses and it left her delirious with pleasure.

Once seated fully inside her, the man began to pull out of her before thrusting back inside with a firm stroke. Slowly and steadily he fucked her, while his partner's large hand stroked over her shoulders with the glove, moving down over her sides.

The glove brushed along the side of her breast, soft yet sharp, and between that and the wonderful hardness filling her to her core behind her, she was in a heaven of sensation. Without warning, she felt the glove completely envelop one of her breasts, a firm grip holding her while the sharp tacks pressed into her, threatening to break skin.

Claire yiped and hissed, but the hiss quickly turned to a moan as the thrusting behind her began to stroke more in earnest. Her senses were torn. It was perfect. The harder he thrusted inside her, the tighter the grip on her breast became. It was devious, devilish, diabolical, and it drove her delirious delight that much higher. She tightened around his dick, her muscles pulsing as she coated him in her dripping arousal.

The hand abruptly left her breast, scraping the tacks along her sensitive flesh. She was left with the lingering stinging and the continuing thrusting into her pussy. Taking a deep breath during her brief respite, she focused on the man behind her as he took her for himself and claimed her as his own.

Her pleasure building, she hardly noticed when her wrists were unclasped from the stakes. She did notice, however, when her shoulders were lifted, and she brought her hands inward to hold herself up. Lifting her head, she tried to look through the fabric to see what was going on, but the darkness still embraced her.

"Open your mouth," she heard, and Claire did as she was told. Parting her lips as widely as she could, she took a deep breath, smelling the heady musk of his arousal. A moment later, her mouth was invaded, filled by the musky length of his cock. Moaning around its presence, he began to fuck her mouth in perfect sync with Adrian at her back, railing into her from behind.

Gone were the quiet caresses and soothing touches. The anticipation had built up too much for the three of them and it was nearly palpable in the air. Pure, unbridled ecstasy was looming on the horizon, as each of them ached for that delectable release.

Harder and deeper, Adrian claimed her pussy with his cock, driving his length into her until he could feel him bottoming out, slamming against the end of her channel. Red's cock was doing much the same thing, increasing pace with his partner and driving the crown of his shaft down toward the back of her throat hard enough to make her gag slightly. Neither of them let up.

They used her body for what seemed like an eternity, while she braced herself on her hands and knees. She was in a sexual stupor, having been worked up so thoroughly prior, and this was satisfying her all the way to her center. She was a sopping, moaning, mewling mess, and the only sensations which consumed her now were the feelings of them using her for their pleasure.

All too soon, the dawn air filled with grunts and moans, Adrian thrusted hard into her hips and unleashed the flood of his seed deep into her core with a soft cry of pleasure. It took only two more thrusts before Red mirrored his friend, shoving his girth as deep down her throat as she could manage. Spurt after spurt of sticky, salty semen filled her mouth and flowed down her throat as she frantically tried to swallow what she could as her own orgasm erased the outside world.

Clamping down tight, her body seized and trembled until, with a gasp, the cock came out of her mouth and she collapsed down onto the blanket, her ass still high in the air with Adrian buried balls deep. As she gulped and swallowed, panting from the exertion, Red reached up and removed her blindfold.

After a moment, Adrian slid out from her and sat back, pulling her rear back to sit in his lap as her eyes adjusted to the first hints of morning light. She laid there, draped over him, basking in the pleasure. Her skin was more sensitive than before and where she had welts from their spankings, there was a warmth radiating out. She was in blissful heaven.

"I knew this was going to be good, but you definitely did not leave us wanting for excitement, my dear," Adrian said with a chuckle, caressing over her ass and lower back.

"Aye, for sure. You're very responsive, Claire. You were an absolute delight," Red reflected, sitting at her head and petting her hair gently.

"I could say the same for you two. I've never felt anything like all of that before, not like that. Thank you for doing this for me," she said, rolling over onto her back so she could look at them both.

"Our pleasure, any time," Adrian said, caressing her thigh.

Despite a shiver of a cold breeze that ran across her, Claire remained laying there for quite some time, basking in the sensations and euphoria that still flooded her. After many moments of just lounging with them in aftercare, she finally sat up and reached for her bathrobe. Wrapping it around herself, she stood up and smiled down to the two of them. "You guys good to clean up here while I go up to the longhouse and take a shower?" she asked, giving them both a very well satisfied grin.

They nodded, getting up and getting dressed themselves. "We've got it. You go clean up and we'll head to breakfast when you're done."

She nodded, going over to kiss both of them on the cheek before she wobbled her way up, barefoot, through the grass and up the hill to the longhouse that was set up at the top. She was relaxed, satiated and very much heightened.

She would definitely be hooking up with those two again.

-- Fin --