Model Slave Pt. 03 Ch. 06

Her hips had a mind of their own as they began small thrusts pushing her lover's cock even deeper into her love starved pussy. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, and her mind was lost in the sensual overload. Fear and panic set in as the unrelenting wanton power continued to build. She knew if it continued, she would explode and then suddenly the powerful lustful arrow was released. All the tension, pleasurable anticipation and expectations were all released in one singular cataclysmic moment.

Emma felt her mind burst in thousands of colorful fireworks at the same time her body cramped in rigid exultation. She finally understood why an orgasm was called a little death. Her mind seemed to leave her body and all rational thought abandoned her. The extraordinary, unparalleled pleasure took over her mind and body leaving her floating in a lustful fog. She screamed her frenzied elation until she was left euphorically breathless.

Emma's passionate scream echoed throughout the ship and although she couldn't see it, the stranger was smiling at her bliss. Emma's heartbeat wildly in her chest frantically pumping blood to all her euphorically stressed body. Her skin flushed red as the heat from her orgasm rippled through her body, but everything centered in the furnace between her legs. Cramping knots in her belly and womb forced her womanly nectar to drench the ghostly cock inside her. Her passionate contractions forced her sexual honey out of her body with it collecting in the mast below. The cock, it seemed, fed off of her womanly juices and the vibrations inside her only got stronger.

Emma had never felt anything like the fiery tsunami that took control of her body. As she was finally able to breathe again and her mind floated back to her, she felt the fingers' vibrating on her clit and the cock reaching deep inside her boosting her towards another explosive climax. Fear started building inside her as wild pleasure began to build deep inside her towards a crescendo. She felt out of control, as the intense pleasure ripped her mind's power from her. The model inside her vanished and she was now a passionate, needy and erotic woman.

The carnal passion controlled her, and her body only seemed to want more. Never in her entire life had she experienced the unbelievable carnal pleasure that had just devastated her mind and body. She was afraid that she was losing herself, but she didn't have a choice, the bliss was too intoxicating. She was terrified that she couldn't stop, but she wanted more! Oh God she wanted more! Now it was starting again, building towards an even more destructive orgasm. The first climax had been devastating and now an even more powerful orgasm threatened her very sanity.

In a panic she fought against her bonds trying to get away from the mast and her strange lover, but her arms were trapped in ropes, and she couldn't move. The more she fought the excruciating bliss the more it grew until it was her entire world. As she explosively shattered again, more of her nectar bathed the ghostly cock and poured onto the deck, once again feeding the cold, ruthless, ghostly rapture inside her.

Emma's mind was trapped somewhere between blissful euphoria and terrified fear. She was trapped by the ghost that seemed intent on extracting every bit of passion inside her. His cock, mouth and fingers kept throbbing, vibrating and pulsing inside her and she couldn't stop her body from responding. The fact that she couldn't control her body had her terribly frightened, but only in her lucid moments.

The ecstasy roared through her like a series of runaway trains. In between each devastating orgasm she had only a couple of moments of coherent thought and that's when the panic came. However, the time between climaxes became shorter with the merciless rapture edging out any thought, pushing away her panic. Emma finally gave in to the unending euphoria and she delighted in the new paradise she had found.

The paradise continued unabated as Emma felt herself drifting on an erogenous sea. The sensual feelings pushed all of her fears and doubts into the dark corners of her mind. She felt sensual, sexy, but oddly separated from her body. She could feel her body alive with passion, but it was like she was watching someone else. It was then that she felt the ghostly presence pushing her further out into a passionate sea.

Her mind snapped back celebrating in the long-awaited orgasmic bliss that hit with the force of a rapturous hurricane. Her back arched, belly knotted, legs trembled, and blissful screams echoed through the chamber as the long-awaited bliss exploded inside her. Her mind saw colorful fireworks as the buildup of an endorphin-serotonin cocktail was suddenly released. Emma felt as if she was soaring into outer space and her body fought against her bonds as it tried to curl into a fetal position and protect her devasted sexual core. As her massive orgasm began to abate with her mind still battling her endorphins, her mind cleared slightly.

She remembered the cycle before when the stranger had heaped orgasm after orgasm on her. Now they began again. A tsunami of climaxes washed away all rational thought and once again she drifted into subspace. Emma's mind was ravaged by the unrelenting rapture, but her mind began to retreat, leaving the parts of her brain devastated by the endless rapture and bliss. Her body was on automatic, reacting with wild gyrations, orgasmic quivers and intoxicating euphoria with each loving caress of the fingers, lips and cock.

It's always there. Always. Constantly. Relentlessly. It's her faithful constant companion. It's her best friend who is always right between her legs. Her clitoris is also her worst enemy, tirelessly on the look-out to exploit her smallest weakness and launch her orgasm. Sometimes she screamed like all hell broke loose, but it's always there, throbbing painfully, waiting for the explosion of rapture.

Something changed and the stranger's thrust began to stutter with a different rhythm and he seemed more desperate with each thrust. His ghostly cock swelled inside her and she knew that his long-awaited orgasm was coming. Emma felt a thrill rush through her when she realized that he was on the verge of breaking the spell that had forced his cock to be engorged for a millennium. Another orgasm rippled inside her and as her pussy muscles undulated down his cock, caressing him, she felt him freeze in orgasmic bliss.

Then with a roar that echoed through the chamber, The stranger's orgasm exploded and a thousand years of waiting for release vaporized. In the midst of her unending orgasms, Emma felt an unknown power wash through her body. It was cold, heartless and yet thankful. At the end she was left empty as the bliss inside her began to dissolve. Her body still vibrated with the euphoric onslaught and her mind began to return. However, she was left bound to a mast, in the dark with the stranger, her tormentor, and her apparition in front of her.

The stranger smiled knowing that he had extracted everything sexual Emma had to offer. He waved to the two brutes and they came to unshackle Emma from the mast and then moved towards the bow of the ship. Emma was completely limp and couldn't fight them, but she screamed as they threw her over the bow's pulpit and began to tie her to the bowsprit.

Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the water below. Her arms and legs were bound behind her over the top of the bowsprit, then the ass hook and her collar were also bound to the bowsprit. She hung helpless as waves splashed over her and tears flowed over her cheeks. She looked forward and saw a city or port on the horizon. She was the ship's figurehead as they headed to shore, otherwise known as Neptune's angel.

How had she gotten to this point. She imagined all the people in port watching her naked form adorn the ship's bow. This time she didn't feel excited about being exposed to the crowd, she only felt humiliated and degraded.