Thread: Miss Bathory's Latest Model {darkest_fate&DeRe}

With her skilled tongue and firm lips Bathory teased Sophie's glistening, fragrant sex like she was lifting a feather on a breeze. The girl tasted like nothing she had savoured before a kind of modern vitality imbued with an innate innocence. Bathory found herself becoming intoxicated in a way she had not felt for decades. Heady delirium swirled through her normally rational and clinical mind, and she found herself groaning and moaning in headless gasping pleasure whenever her mouth broke free of Sophie's melting pussy. The natural predator within cautioned her to be mindful as ever, and not lose herself in the act of drawing out the girl's essence. But the carnal, animalistic forces that had always driven hear paid little heed, and her muscular tongue continued to lash Sophie's clit mercilessly. She could feel the girl dissolving in her mouth now like chocolate. Glistening juices ran over Bathory's small bump of a chin, and she was drooling uncontrollably as she drank them up. Her nails dug even deeper into Sophie's ass, one drawing a drop of blood. The small speck of red stood out on the pale ivory flesh. Through her hands she could feel the girl's body surrendering to her, the strength ebbing from her powerful thighs as she began to lose all control below the waist. But the sounds - it was the sounds she was making that exhilarated Bathory the most. The girlish squeals were beginning to give way to a woman's screams, with Bathory working Sophie's body like a musical instrument. The seductive vamp had to gauge her moment carefully. Sophie had to be led tenderly and carefully to the most immaculate moment of ecstasy she had ever experienced, before Bathory could properly feed. To unleash her sweet agony too soon would ruin everything, not to mention the wretched girl would not stick around for a second chance. So Bathory had to hold her pleasure a prisoner as long as humanly possible, reducing the girl to writhing moaning mess before she could get what she really wanted. That would require more than her tongue was capable of, despite her gift for cunnilingus. Easing Sophie along a little more with a few delicate strokes of her tongue, Bathory then quickly stood up and stepped back slightly. She landed a hard, open hand slap right on Sophie's dripping sex, landing the full force of her fingertips on the girl's quivering clit. You little slut, she slurred, Sophie's juices still thick in her mouth. You don't get to cum until mistress lets you, you...naughty...little...slut... With each word, Bathory smacked Sophie's pussy again, landing a stinging blow exactly where it hurt the most. Wiping her gloved wrist across her face, she staggered slightly over to an incredibly ornate armoire on the other side of the divan. As she opened its doors the contents were fully revealed to Sophie. On one side hung an array of strap-ons in all shapes and sizes on the other were a selection of whips in equally profuse variety. In the center of the armoire were shelves with a variety of small, ancient pornographic sculptures, and a relief bust of a stunningly beautiful woman - Camilla, Bathory's mentor and saviour, although of course Sophie had no way of knowing it. Now, then, said Bathory with a languorous sigh. She took one of the strap-ons down from its hook, a bright red specimen some ten inches long. I think Cherrypopper is what we need. Carefully she looped the leather belt around her suspenders, resting the base of the dildo firmly on her own aching clit, feeling the silk of her panties pressed down into the flesh. Idly chewing on her finger for a few moments, she then chose a traditional riding crop from the selection of whips, and whacked it hard down on her gloved palm. Yes, very good, she said with a delicate laugh. Turning around to face Sophie, she smiled sweetly at the helpless girl. Now then Sophie, I'm going to fuck you silly. But every time you go a little too far, I'll whip that lovely little ass till you calm down. Understand? Her smile expanded into a wicked grin as she slowly walked around behind the girl again. Pressing the dildo's head against the quivering slit between Sophie's sex-soaked thighs, Kylie drawled Are you ready, princess?