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Monday, June 23, 2008

Crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable {Part 3 of 3}

"Here am I: at one stroke incestuous, adulteress, sodomite, and all that in a girl who only lost her maidenhead today! What progress, my friends... with what rapidity I advance along the thorny road of vice." Marquis de Sade

The soft velvety textures of the tongues lightly scratched at Constance's skin, probing the roundness of each breast, flickering and suckling the hardened points. Hands groped and held her legs apart as gentle fingers probed her cunt, into the gentle curved canyon of her buttocks. A few brave nips along the inside of her thighs came from some of the over zealous woman-Constance; her lower back arching off the roughly hewn stone beneath her. Her breath in short gasps as two mysterious fingers penetrated, her inner walls clinging tightly to the invading digits. Her hips rolling back and forth rythmatically.
The sight of all these women naked submissive to his desires was the successful creation of the man who called himself Father Khrisnas and his dark perverted almost sinister beliefs.. The sect was only made of women apart from him and, in less than six months, he succeeded to attract to him more than thirty girls, the eldest of them just twenty five years old. He had to bark out an order and it was done without question. He watched the women at his feet groping, licking Constance's seed ladden body; he reached out for one of the girls his hand snaring around her hair, tugging roughly he brought her lips the wrinkled moist tip. She knew what to do as her tongue snaked out and daintly darted over it. He was aroused often and the need was always seen to by some eager one.
Constance was paralyzed, the hot wet tongues that bathed her, had made her a wet quivering mass for all she could do to breath was moan out incoherantly out into the night. There were times they scratched feverishly at her pale flesh now soiled in the churned up dirt, leaves drifted through the many hued locks of hair of each woman. Constance's body contorted almost with sheer violence uncontrolably each liquid orgasm over threw her, her fingernails cracked and splintered clawing at the stone alter beneath her.Everything a blurr of sensation and colour; a woman was kissing her, their tongues entwined leaving Constance breathless. Above her splayed out body, the wind picked up and the clouds ran in a crazed wickedly fast pattern.Her nipples a dark angry red purple as one of the women flicked it harder, Constance was sure she was to pass out from the pain. A roll of thunder rocked out over head and the then the sharp ringing stings of large pellets of rain struck down upon the naked pact. The rain was ice cold against her hot body, cooling the fevered skin Constance's eyes opened and she shivered, there was no one there but herself sprawled naked on the hard earth her own hand two fingers shoved deep into herself, thrusting with a will all of their own. The last climax over took her with a deep shuddering wave, her grunt loud. Her head swam, her body ached, she was scratched and sore. Constance was disorientated and confused. Was it really just a dream or something else all together?

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