Although this story has been in my head for 15 years, other writers inspired some of the details. I thank them for their contributions to my creativity. I hope they will take it as a complement, especially the hot writers on this web site. Thank God for Literotica.com!
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As Rina gradually emerged from unconsciousness, darkness still surrounded her. Breezes caressed her skin, curiously hot one second, ice cold the next. She felt them everywhere over her shivering body, and wondered why. As she woke, she realized her body was completely stripped of clothing. Arched over a curved granite dais, her hands were cuffed together in cold metal bands, staked into the ground with a heavy chain. Her feet were similarly shackled, but her legs were not stretched to their full length. Instead, her thighs were splayed open to the fullest extent, metal bands holding her knees against the rough granite surface. In this position, her cunt became completely exposed. To hold her firm to the arc of the dais, a stone phallus had been carved from the rock. Covered with cedar oil, it impaled her ass, filling her rectum. She tried to scream, but a metal bit placed in her mouth over her tongue prevented anything but the lowest moan. As she became accustomed to the exquisite violation of her person, her hips bucked slowly against the surface, scrapping the skin. Her cunt ran wet, audibly dripping onto the granite.
After an interminable time, Rina felt another presence. She heard a low, muttering voice, and felt a sponge carefully washing her body like a mother washes her infant.
"Amazing, amazing, what is he up to now? Don't get one of these down here everyday. Not a live one anyway," said the wheezy voice. Rina moaned, alerting the being to her wakefulness.
"Well then, you're awake now! Your human, that's why you can't see down here. Well, a live one anyway," he started to babble as he sponged her arms, lifting them to wash underneath.
"You'll be right and tight, soon enough, if you do what your told. Although I can't imagine what he is up to! Amazing! Amazing! You're probably thirsty. Nod you head if you promise not to speak. I'll loosen your bit and slack your thirst, but you mustn't speak!" As Rina nodded, he lifted up her head with his palm, bringing a bowl to her lips. As he tilted the bowl, some of the fluid splashed on her neck and check, but Rina was past caring, gulping as much as she could. The liquid was thick and sweet, sweeter than the sweetest wine she'd ever tasted, but with a curious salty aftertaste.
