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How far can one mind go?

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Shedao Shai

Shedao Shai

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"Tonight, my brothers, the limits will be pushed. The fullest vestiges of the human psyche will be probed. And more than one of you will no doubt contribute to our little experiment. Your efforts and sacrifice will be noted and appreciated."

The wizened man bowed to his pupils, four cloaked and cowled figures in the darkness. They bowed back reverently, before striding to take their places at the alter stone. Each standing at one of five points of the pentagram inscribed in the stone, they looked down at the shivering, bound figure laying on the pentagonal altar.

The master stood over her at the peak of the star. He filled his old lungs with air and began a wheezing chant. His followers took up the chant, voices deep and harsh, high and musical, all chanting along with their master. At the peak of their chant, the old man brought up a knife and a black cock, breaking the unfortunate bird's neck with one twist and neatly severing the lolling head, allowing dark blood to spatter down over the girl's belly.

There was a roiling sound, like a faraway whirlpool, and darkness coalesed above the altar. It opened slowly, and a dark form swirled out, descending swiftly into the girl's mouth and vanishing from sight. A second form stroked dark tendrils over the girl's eyes before plunging through them, and a third ran a long tentacle down her belly before pouring itself down under her skirt, also vanishing.

The master staggered, exhausted, but their work was done. Only the girl remained, still bound eagle-spread to the altar. With another pleased chuckle, he gestured at one of his apprentices. "Carl, my brother. To you it is given the first go. Spill her virgin's blood upon the altar."

The hood fell back, revealing a lean young man with predatory eyes. He unclasped his cloak, and it fell away from his naked body in a dark flood. Mounting the altar, he leaned over the girl, running his fingers up her neck, then grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at him.

"My name is Carl," he said, softly. "Remember that when you curse me."

He slid his fingers down her body again, lingering over her breasts, then going farther down to her hips, pulling away her skirt.
 
She continued to be rather motionless, looking away with her tired eyes. Her body shivered lightly, she was rather small.
 
Carl pushed her small skirt up her body, revealing her panties. He was impatient, and not interested in borrowing a knife to cut them off, so he bunched them to one side and ran his fingers lightly along her pussy before dipping his cock to brush against her. They'd shaved her earlier, he was glad they had. He didn't like hairy girls.

He grabbed one small breast and dug his fingers in cruelly, then used it as a grip to force his way into her, dry.
 
Smiling down at her, he rocks back, then forces himself deeper. And deeper. He tears his way through her hymen and pulls out enough to dribble her blood onto the stone, then plunges as hard as he can all the way in, balls deep. His fingers clamp down on her breast like talons and he snarls at her tightness.
 
He begins to fuck her, his strokes short at first but soon lengthening. He slaps her hard with his free hand, first her face and then her breast. The Master signals to the apprentices and one of them comes up to free one hand, to give her the illusion that she might be able to do something to stop her violation.
 
(im sorry. I just think its a rape thing, theres not much for me to do, and im doing a lot of other rps as it is.)
 
Carl only got harder at her futile efforts to dislodge him, looking a finger in her mouth and using her jaw as a handle to pull himself into her. When he cam, it was sudden and hard, he drove his dock as deep as possible when his cum erupted into her body.

Pulling out, he slapped her pussy twice and settled back, wanting and softening.
 
She lay there as cum flowed out of her deflowered, fucked pussy. She panted and sobbed softly to herself. (like i said, i have 14 tabs open at once.)
 
When Carl came off the altar, the next man threw back his hood and dropped his cloak. Tall and black, as if carved from basalt, he knelt beside the trembling girland unfastened one leg, flipping her over onto her front. His cock was much bigger than Carl's and he ran it along her ass crack. "Unclench," he ordered in a rough growl, slapping her ass sharply.
 
He slapped her twice more, the blows cruel and sharp. "Unclench, you little bitch!" he growled. "Unclench, and let me in you."

The third apprentice let her cowl fall back. Unlike the others, she was beautiful, her skin so pale it seemed to glow, with long luscious hair black as the far side of the moon.

"My dear Xerx," she purred. "Striking her is all well and good, but remember that we are exploring the psychological aspects as well."

Letting the cloak fall, she mounted the altar before the girl, settling down so that her pussy was right in front of the girl's face. "Now, my dear, you have a choice. You can let dear Xerx take you... or you can give pleasure to me. Your choice."
 
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