by Red Phoenix
The priest stands at the foot of the altar and shrugs off his robes. He is completely naked. I see his broad chest free of hair and his tanned skin glistening in the sun. He truly is the sun god, Ryca, to me.
Ryca climbs onto the altar. The two escorts each simultaneously take my legs and lift them into the air so the crowd can act as witnesses. His large hand strokes my stomach and then rests on my mound. “Are you a willing sacrifice?”
“Yes,” I answer clearly. Although I am nervous, I have been groomed for this. I do not question my duty.
“Good,” he grunts. He settles himself between my legs and takes his great shaft in his hand to position it against my virginal hole. I feel the warm head of his member pressing hard. He is far too large, but it does not deter him as he pushes with more force against the flesh that valiantly protects my virginity. “I want blood, Sacrifice.”
I begin to…
“Hand in your books,” Mr. Gallant instructed.
Brie sighed in frustration. Once again, she had spent so much time setting up the fantasy that she’d left no time for the good stuff. She raised her hand and waited to be called on. “Mr. Gallant, may I take my book home to finish?”
“I’m sorry—until the end of the course your book remains here. What is the problem?”
“I barely started detailing what happens when he takes me.”
Mr. Gallant cleared his throat with an amused expression. “I am sure if a Dom is given the fantasy he will be able to navigate that part. But to be fair to you, I will read over it and hand it back during your break to complete if I deem it necessary.”
Their first practicum of the night involved playing with some of the different bondage devices Mr. Gallant had mentioned in class, so that they could decide for themselves which ones they personally enjoyed. Instead of Doms, the girls were allowed to experiment with each other under the watchful eyes of their four trainers.
For the first time during their training, Brie heard Mary laugh uncontrollably as she zapped Lea with a violet wand. Lea twisted and squirmed under the electrical stimulation, but begged for more. The sound of Mary’s laughter caused Brie to pause for a moment. The woman had been through so much in her life, and yet…she still had a little girl inside who had not been crushed. Mary had had to build walls to protect herself but, in this environment, those walls were slowly coming down.
During the break, a messenger gave Brie a note from Mr. Gallant. “There is no need for you to write further. Enjoy the evening.”
Brie was a tad disappointed, but trusted Mr. Gallant’s assessment. Just like with Rytsar, the winning Dom would have to improvise with Brie’s fantasy. Maybe Doms liked it when that happened. If the roles were reversed, Brie would certainly enjoy having creative license over her sub.
She was in for a wonderful surprise when Tono joined her on stage for the second practicum. The intoxicating Dom, with those long dark bangs covering his sexy chocolate eyes, smiled at her. She quickly looked down at her feet, not wanting to hear Ms. Clark’s reprimand. Brie could not quite hide her smile, though.
Tono saved her from her unwilling obedience by lifting her chin and kissing her. “Toriko, it has been far too long.” He whispered in her ear, “I plan to bind you tonight and have my way with your body.” She melted at his words, but stood quietly, waiting for his command.
He surprised Brie by moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her front. Then he began untying her corset ever so slowly while he breathed down her neck. She leaned her head back against his shoulder.
The corset slid off effortlessly. Then she felt his hands move to the waistband of her skirt, slide underneath and stroke her pussy through the material of her thong. He proceeded to unzip the little skirt and let it drop to the floor. He kissed his way down her back and removed her panties with his teeth. She stepped out of them, holding her breath in joyful anticipation.
Tono ran his hands up her inner thighs, lightly brushing her hairless mound before standing up and caressing her shoulders. “Do you trust me to bind you?”
“Yes, Tono,” she answered without reservation.
“Before we start, I want you to present yourself to me.”
Brie instantly knelt down and arched her back, pressed her chest forward, with her head down and her legs spread far apart, just as he had instructed her.
“I see you still remember my preference. That is good, toriko.” His hand moved over the curve of her ass. “It’s as beautiful as I remember. You may stand now.”
Tono took off his shirt, showing off his trim, muscular body. He was strikingly beautiful—in a manly way. Just seeing him bare-chested left Brie panting for more. He led her to a table covered in plastic that had been brought on stage while he’d been undressing her.
He commanded her to lie down on her back and stroked the undersides of her arms as he pulled them over her head. He secured them with nylon rope and tied her to the table. His hands then trailed down the swells of her body until he came to her ankle. He moved it into position and wrapped the rope around it several times, securing it tightly. Tono smiled at her as he took her last appendage and tied it to the table as well.
He glanced between her legs and commented, “I see the call of the rope excites you.”
Brie nodded, not embarrassed that he knew how turned on she was. However, it was not just the rope that was making her hot. Tono’s proximity had that effect on her.
His hands were on her again, rubbing over her stomach, her chest and between her thighs. “Tonight, I am going to turn you into art with wax.”
She fidgeted nervously. “Will the hot wax hurt?”
“You tell me,” he answered with a mischievous grin.
An assistant came out with a tray of burning candles in small jars and a large silver bowl. Her heart started racing when Tono picked up one of the candles.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed. She obediently closed them and then heard his masculine voice next to her ear. “Enjoy.”
She jumped when the hot wax made contact with her bellybutton and pooled there. Tono spread the wax out with his finger and then added more. Brie purred. The hot wax combined with his touch felt deliciously sensual…
“Open your eyes, little slave.” She looked into his chocolate orbs and sighed in contentment. “I am going to cover your entire torso in wax. Lie still and let the sensations carry you.”
He turned to the other girls before he began. “Not just any candle wax will do. You need one that melts at a low temperature, or you will suffer burns.”
When Tono turned back to her, Brie smiled up at him. She did not jump when he poured more of the hot liquid on her stomach and it dripped down her side. The temperature reminded her of a hot, steamy shower. It was the kind of heat that was almost too hot, but dangerously addictive.
Her body eagerly anticipated the hot wax, but Tono surprised her. It appeared that he was going to pour more wax over her chest, but he dragged a piece of ice under the swell of her breast with his other hand. She cried out at the unexpected temperature difference.
He chuckled softly as he poured the hot liquid on her nipple. She moaned, enjoying the contrasting sensations and the ticklish feeling as the wax dribbled onto the table. It was like an erotic massage, but he kept her on her toes because he continually teased her with the cool ice.
When he’d finished covering her body in a thick layer of white wax, he took a paintbrush and began creating a simple design in black. She watched in fascination as he turned a few basic strokes into the outline of an exquisite orchid.
Tono put the paintbrush down and told her to close her eyes for a second. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he placed an ice cube on her burning clit. “First the ice, and then the fire…” He poured the hot wax on her now freezing pussy. She whimpered as the fiery liquid covered her clit and dripped slowly down her folds. “Such a nice contrast. Isn’t it?” he murmured.
Brie opened her eyes to answer her handsome Dom. “It’s delici
ous.”
He snapped his fingers and the assistant returned to remove the candles and ice.
Brie looked at his work, feeling pride at being his sensuous piece of art. “Thank you, Tono.”
“We are not done yet, toriko.” He moved between her legs and untied them. He gently pulled her ass to the edge of the table and lifted her legs up, straightening them carefully. “You must hold this position. Do not move, or you will ruin my art.”
She nodded, but gasped softly when she saw him undress. He positioned himself in between her legs and reminded her again not to move. She stifled a cry when she felt the head of his shaft press against her opening.
“No, toriko. Your Master wants to hear your pleasure.”
“Yes, Tono.” Brie moaned as he slowly inserted his cock into her desperate pussy. She was sorely tempted to wrap her legs around him, but his command was to keep her legs straight.
He slid himself in and then all the way back out several times, teasing her pussy with his cock. Soon Brie’s legs began to shake. Tono leaned forward as he pushed deeper into her. “Point your toes and reach for the ceiling.”
She followed his instructions and found it helped with the shaking.
“I’m going to ramp it up, little one.” He grabbed onto her thighs and began pumping his manhood into her.
She panted as she struggled to keep her legs straight under his onslaught. “You are allowed to come, my slave, but only if you do not move.” One of his hands moved to her clit and began flicking it vigorously.
By then, Brie’s stomach muscles were aching from her efforts to keep her legs straight, but it added to the whole experience and she felt her inner muscles start to contract. Her body released all of the pent-up desire she had built up during the scene. Her passionate moans filled the small auditorium. His masculine grunts soon followed as he pumped his seed into her.
Tears of effort fell from her eyes. “I can’t last much longer…” she whimpered.
“A little longer is all I ask,” he answered, as he pulled away from her and petted her sex. “This is the first time I’ve had the chance to enjoy your bare mound, toriko. It is a lovely flower, especially after just being taken.” He pushed her farther onto the table and took her legs, slowly bending them and placing them back down so she could rest.
“You look beautiful, my little slave. It is a shame that I must release you from the wax.”
The assistant returned with a large knife. Brie’s eyes widened when Tono brought it up to her chest. He deftly unsealed the edges of the wax and put the knife down. Then he peeled it off in one large piece, leaving the art perfectly intact. “This is for you, in exchange for the panties I confiscated on our first day,” he said with a wicked little smirk.
He helped her off the table, ordering her to stand. Then he picked up the knife again. She couldn’t help cringing when he slid it over her skin. “You must remain still as I remove all the pieces, little one.”
Her trust in him was so deep that she did not resist the feel of the sharp blade caressing her skin; she gave in to it. It felt dangerously delicious in the hands of a master.
Just before he finished, Tono moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I will win the auction this week.”
With all her heart, Brie hoped that he would.
Pushing Limits
Brie got a taste of her boundaries the next night during her second practicum. A young, Asian Domme joined her up on the stage with a ball gag in her hand. Brie stared at it warily. Just seeing the red ball made her sick to her stomach.
“Turn, pet,” the petite woman commanded when Brie had knelt before her.
Brie hesitantly turned and forced herself not to close her eyes—her normal mode of defense when something was difficult.
“Open.”
Brie opened her lips, but not wide enough. Her Domme commanded her to open wider in order to fit the ball gag in her mouth. It stretched Brie’s jaw uncomfortably and a cold chill traveled down her spine.
The Asian Domme fastened the gag and commanded that she stand up. Brie shuddered, hating the ball gag with even greater passion when she felt drool spill from her mouth. There was nothing sexy about it.
“Miss Bennett,” Sir called out. She turned to him, trying not to look as miserable as she felt. “Do you want the gag removed?”
It would be another failure if she said yes, and she didn’t want to fail again. However, she was sorely tempted to remove the hated device.
From the audience, she heard Mary say, “It’s what your Domme wants.”
Her words flooded through Brie. Yes, this is what my Mistress wants. To deny such a basic thing would take away from the scene her Mistress had created. Brie realized her discomfort was not severe enough to remove the ball gag and looked back at Sir, shaking her head.
He reminded her, “If at any time you wish to change your mind, snap your fingers.”
She bowed to him in answer and then turned to her Domme. She would ignore the drooling and the ache of her jaw if it brought her Mistress pleasure.
“Obedience is always rewarded,” her Domme stated. “I have a surprise for you, pet. But first you must be properly prepared.”
She directed Brie to an interesting chair. It was reminiscent of a folding beach chair because of its adjustability, although this version was far sturdier. First, she bound Brie’s wrists to the arms of the chair with rope. Then the tiny Domme bent Brie’s right leg and pushed it up and to the side. She began winding the rope around Brie’s ankle, binding her in that position. She did the same to Brie’s left leg, leaving her legs spread and her bare pussy splayed out and exposed.
Her Domme asked her to get out of the restraints. Brie struggled but could not move. A thrill of helplessness coursed through her. Her Domme could do whatever she wanted now, and Brie would be powerless to stop it.
Her thin lips curved into a smile. “I think you are ready for my surprise, pet.”
A man entered the stage. The ball in her mouth muffled Brie’s gasp. The submissive male model from the week before was approaching her. He wore black latex pants with a hole in the crotch. His mighty shaft was exposed and firm. Her eyes widened as the branch of a cock made its way over to her pussy.
“My submissive mentioned seeing you in Mr. Gallant’s class. He’s been an exceptionally good boy this week, so I have decided to reward him.”
Brie’s pussy contracted in pleasure and a bit of trepidation. His was the most massive cock she had ever seen. Can I even take it?
The Domme adjusted the back of the chair to a lower angle. She began to caress Brie’s breasts as the sub moved between Brie’s legs. “You will need to relax, pet. I want to see his entire shaft disappear inside your submissive cunt.”
Brie concentrated on the feeling of her Domme playing with her nipples, hoping the release of oxytocin would help her body receive the gift of the submissive’s giant cock. It wasn’t lost on Brie that this scene was deliciously reminiscent of her virgin sacrifice fantasy, and it totally turned her on. I am the sacrifice!
Her Domme commanded the male sub, “Rub your cock on her pussy, Boa. Get that little cunt used to your girth and juicy for your invasion.”
Boa? Well, he does have a huge snake of a cock…
Brie felt him rub the enormous head of his shaft against her tiny clit. If she hadn’t wanted this, it might have been intimidating. As it was, she was extremely curious how he would feel slipping into her moist recess. Boa spent time teasing her with his shaft, rubbing it sideways over her little nub, and then up and down between her wet outer lips. There was just so incredibly much of him!
“Take her now,” the Domme commanded.
Brie moaned against the ball in her mouth as Boa positioned the head of his cock against her small opening and started to push. She was shocked at the huge circumference now that he was trying to power his way in. He grabbed her hips and thrust harder. It didn’t seem possible that he could penetrate her small opening until he pushed thro
ugh the resistance and forced the head of his enormous shaft inside her.
Brie grunted from the deep ache it caused. It took everything in her to accept his endowment. His proportions challenged her body in ways she had never experienced before—and this had only just begun.
“That’s a good start,” her Domme purred, playing with Brie’s nipples. “Take his cock into your little cunt.”
Boa kept thrusting, but it seemed her body couldn’t take any more. He began caressing her bare pussy. “Open up to me,” he growled lustfully.
“Give yourself to him, pet.” Her Domme’s warm lips fell on Brie’s left nipple, and she began sucking on it as her other hand rolled Brie’s right nipple between her delicate fingers.
Brie visualized her inner walls lengthening to accommodate Boa’s size. She moaned when he pushed in another inch.
“That’s it, pet. That’s it…” the Domme cooed.
The thrusting continued as Boa inched his massive cock into her willing depths. Her Domme lifted Brie’s head up and commanded her to look. “See how deep inside he is, pet? Look how stretched your lips are. It doesn’t seem as if you can take more, does it? But you can.”
Brie was amazed to see her body taking his huge shaft, which was glistening with her wetness. Only a fourth of him remained unclaimed, but there was no way she could take more. No way…
“Remain still,” the Domme ordered her male sub. He instantly stopped his movements and waited for her next command.
Her Mistress adjusted the chair again so that Brie was lying flat. She then poured oil onto Brie’s chest and began massaging her breasts expertly. It was sensual and intimate, made that much more tantalizing because of the oversized cock planted inside her.
The Domme leaned towards her ear. “I am going to have Boa thrust the rest of the way in now. Your body is primed and ready. I get so hot watching this part.”
She looked up at her sub. “Do it.”
Without hesitation, Boa grabbed Brie’s waist and thrust. She screamed in pleasure and pain against the ball gag as he pushed his shaft to the hilt. Her body became completely, utterly filled.