Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

Prologue She was exhausted, but still incredibly aroused. It amazed her how much energy, how much stamina she had managed to muster. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breathing coming in soft, heavy sighs. She was tied upside down to an X-shaped cross. The barbed metal that bound her at the wrists and ankles had cut into her flesh, and the wounds now felt sore. The leather corset that was pulled tightly around her waist pressed downward uncomfortably on her naked breasts. Her nipples were incredibly hard and sensitive now. He had beeen playing with them for some time. Her pale, smooth body glistened with sweat. The insides of her slender thighs, spread apart on the 'X', shone with the wetness that exuded from her shaven lips. Around her delicate neck was a black leather collar that was tied tightly enough to prevent her from moving her head from side to side. It felt slightly restrictive and although she wasn't being strangled she felt as though it only needed a milimeter more of tightening before she would find it hard to draw breath. He was standing naked in front of her. The long thick cock that had penetrated her numerous times this day stood erect and at eye level before her. He moved forward, and she eagerly sent her tongue licking over the swollen glans. He made no sound, merely moving his left hand along each pale slender leg, before grasphing the ring that peirced her shaven pussy. He began to pull on it, gently at first but then harder, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure from her. Meanwhile his right hand traced the point of a dagger over her breasts, scoring light red marks against the pale flesh. This is the final lesson he said. His fingers looping around the ring the had been pulling and pressing themselves inside her moistened lips. Are you ready for enlightenment? She was ready. She had been ready all her life. She moaned as his probing fingers found the bud of her womanhood and sharp nails raked against it. She was coming again, her wetness moistening his fingers and the inside of her thighs. I ask you again. Are you ready for enlightenment? She shivered with pleasure as he dug the tip of the knife into her left nipple, drawing blood. A droplet of the red fluid dripped down onto her chin and then to her lips. She licked them, savouring the coppery taste. Her toungue continued to trace a circle of saliva on her tormentor's cock. She could sense a build up of pressure there. He was near to release. The man turned his attention to the other breast, cutting shallowly into the skin just above the nipple. She buckled and cried out in pain and ecstasy as the knife bit into her. He had thrust more fingers into her pussy and was rubbing her clit hard with his nails. She shuddered as another orgasm wracked through her body. She had lost count of how many times he had given her an orgasm. The whole ritual had been one long orgasm for her. She felt her eyes well with tears. The pleasure was so intense as to be almost unbearable. This is the last time I shall ask you., he said. His voice was strained as he fought to keep himself from spilling his seed. Are you ready for enlightenment? This was it. This was the moment she had worked so hard for. The mysteries of her messiah revealed. Eternity awaited, knowledge beyound measure. Yes., she gasped, I'm ready. Then witness his majesty in all of its glory. Her screams of agony and abject terror lasted for several hours. The room, however, was well soundproofed and only she and her master could hear them.