The Snow Leopard

Darrius began lowering Stephanie onto the altar. When her feet touched the altar, Stephanie's vivid visions started to become a reality and her entire body began to shake in anticipation of what was about to happen. She was lowered some more until she was sitting on the altar. At that point Darrius locked her feet into the restraining manacles at the bottom of the altar. This was becoming real now, and she shook with fear, desire and eagerness.

Stephanie felt Darrius cup her breasts feeling their bountiful plumpness fill his hands. His thumb and forefinger surrounded her nipples, tugging, pulling, and squeezing sending exquisite bolts of passionate fire surging through her writhing form. She threw her head back belting out moans of needy desire echoing around the stage. The harder he twisted her tortured nipples, the more her body forgot about everything except quenching the fire inside her.

With her womanly slot drenched in her feminine juices in full contact with the altar everything jumped to a new level. Her whole body tingled as though she had been plugged into an electrical socket. It was too much and whatever this was, she wanted to give in and let these feelings have their way with her. Darrius let his hand slid down her belly until his fingers entered her soaked slot.

Darrius let the rest of her impassioned form down until she was laying on the altar. Without being told she knew what to do. She stretched across the altar binding her wrists in the hard leather manacles. With her legs spread wide bound in the manacles and her arms above her head also in the manacles, she lay twisted across the altar. She was now the sacrifice that she had dreamt of, strapped down on the altar she was the demon's sacrificial plaything and her body pulsed with excitement.

Darrius let his hands roam seductively over Stephanie's delicious body. He caressed her legs, skirting the juncture of her thighs, moving up her taut belly until he once again felt he weight of her breasts in his hands. He looked her in the eyes and with an evil smile he clapped his hands resulting in the altar elongating her stretching her tight, then spread her arms and legs into an X.

She was even more exposed than before, and the stretch somehow made her feel sexier and more submissive than before. Having Darrius hovering over her with lust burning in his eyes left her knowing that very soon he would take her anyway he wanted. While her womb was twitching with craving, he bowed his head letting his forked tongue surrounded her nipple working it over in a way she had never felt before.

She gasped with the sensual, yet harsh treatment and tried to arch her back feeding more of her nipple into his breathtaking nipple play. He kept it up until her beathing was raspy then he moved to the other breast. Stephanie had never had her nipples played with like this and everything faded except his torturous torment of her nipples. Her moans and whimpers faded as she lost her breath, but her mouth stayed open in an extended silent moan.

Once he had had enough of her breasts, he slowly kissed down her belly until his forked tongue nipple play was focused on her clit. Her body bucked and twisted in uncontrolled rapture as her clit was twisted and pulled until blissfully an orgasm exploded inside her. But he never let up and continued to punish her with an unending tsunami of rapture. After her second back bending cum his forked tongue split with one end focusing on her pussy and clit, while the other fork paying attention to her brown star.

Never had anyone played with her anus. It was dirty, immoral and she loved every bit of it, begging for more. Feeling his tongues slide in and out of her holes had her hips bouncing off the altar trying to get and away and at the same time pleading for more. Never had she felt anything like what Darrius was doing to her and her body contorted blissfully, straining against her bindings.

If she had been free, she might have run away, but if she did, she also might have come back. But she wasn't free she was strapped to an altar with a demon sending her body spasmatic fits that wouldn't stop. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would burst out of her chest and still she wanted more.

Between his fingers and tongues she had blasted through more orgasms than she had for the last decade and he hadn't fucked her yet. It was going to be a night like no other and she pleaded with him to take her, "Please, fuck me now. I can't wait any longer, I need you inside me."

Darrius looked up from between her legs and smiled, "You are mine now and I can do whatever I want to you, for as long as I want. Right now, I want to see your body cramping with orgasmic delight and when I see you almost dying from orgasmic overload ... then I will fuck you until you pass out and only then will I shoot my demon seed inside you."

True to his word his tongues gave Stephanie more orgasms than she ever thought possible. Only when she had trouble catching her breath did he relent, stand between her legs, and rub his monster cock between her pussy lips, wetting the head of his cock. Stephanie raised her head to look at the monster that was going to devour her.

It had been a monstrously large cock when she saw it earlier, but now it was at least double that size. Her eyes got as big as saucers as she watched him begin to feed his huge piece of man sausage into her tiny pussy. For a moment she was afraid, but as he started feeding his cock to her hungry pussy, she sighed blissfully. This was what she really wanted, Oh God, she wanted it all!

Stephanie began franticly arching her hips trying to feed his monstrously large cock into her womanly slot. It felt huge to her barely used pussy, but the ache filled a carnal void inside her and she needed more. Her hips didn't care as long as they fed more and more of the erotically slaking cock inside her.

Stephanie felt stretched and filled like she never had before, but it was not like any of her other lovers. It was beyond anything she had ever felt because she felt an energy filling her. She felt like it had some kind of power filling her to overflowing. Her whole body vibrated, resonating with power that centered in her womb. His cock felt like a living thing inside her, taking possession of her and filling her with its sensuous energy. It seemed to grow bigger and go deeper inside her until it was all that mattered. She felt it pushing against her cervix try to break into her womb. His cock wanted to possess all of her.

Her mind forgot she was in the middle of a stage on Halloween, forgot she was on an altar in front of an audience. In her mind this was the only man she ever truly desired was finally, endlessly fucking her. Her every thought was consumed with the craving for him to take her and thrust into her soft yielding sweetness. Her passion had come to life like a flower unfolding, blossoming into a dazzling magnificent spectacle.

The crowd had fallen silent watching the petite Stephanie take on the huge, black, powerful, cock that was bigger than her forearm. Everyone knew that if she hadn't been strapped to the altar, she would have thrashed off the altar with her powerful gut-wrenching orgasms. Now with his cock working its way inside her everyone knew they were in for a show.

The energy centered on her G-Spot was creating sensations beyond her wildest sexual experiences. In addition, she felt vibrations on her clit and as they combined, she felt an erotic tension that threatened her sanity. Her body felt like an erotic bowstring being pulled back with an arrow notched and ready to let fly. As the erotic bowstring was stretched, the tension in her increased and she arched her back in erotic torment. She found it harder and harder to breathe as the tension grew, anticipating the point where her body would be set free. Her sensuous muscles knotted as her hips thrust up and down demanding more of this ruthless rapture.

The anticipation gnawed at her, impatiently devouring her, wrenching open her heart and brutally laying bare her soul. Her whole body was on fire in a way that she never imagined, and the carnal heat was merciless in its honesty and validity. She was spread open, vulnerable, with no parts remaining unseen or undiscovered. She saw Darrius hovering over her, threatening to taunt, taste, kiss, caress, bite or fuck her anyway he wanted. In her lust fogged mind, she was his possession, his captive and she was his willing prisoner, his for the taking and waiting to be ravished.

The tension and anticipation were excruciatingly intoxicating, with her mind being consumed by the fiery expectation. Stephanie's body arched backwards over the altar emulating the stressed bow she had become. Her arms stretched over her head and slipped further through the manacles at the top of the altar. As if by magic the manacles tightened even more on her wrists and ankles locking her in the perfect sacrificial position. Darrius's cock was incessantly electrifying every nerve in her body. Her body was greedy for more, with the white-hot hunger demanding to be fed.

Her body was locked in an erotic arch with his cock pressed perfectly against her G-Spot and clit as it began to vibrate inside her. Stephanie's eyes popped wide and her mouth hung open as the erotic power inside her was catapulted to a whole new level. She twisted and squirmed as the energy inside her grew to incomprehensible levels. Her arms and legs strained against her bonds as she fought to keep her sanity in face of the unrelenting lustful onslaught.

There was another part of her mind that glorified her sexual bondage. She had always wanted to be taken and Darrius forced her into carnal bliss. Now it was happening. She was Darrius's prisoner as he worked his sexual magic on her body. The helpless feeling only intensified the wanton heat rushing through her loins. She was powerless before his lewd and lustful control. She craved and needed more. Her body responded in ways she never imagined. The heat in her womb pushed away all doubts. She eagerly gave into her animal needs and desires.

Her hips had a mind of their own as they began small thrusts pushing the demon's cock deeper into her love starved cunt. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, and her mind was lost in the sensual overload. Fear and panic set in as the pitiless 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 moment.

Her banshee like scream announced her devastatingly explosive cum, "AAAgggghh ... Ohh Gggoodd ... OOOhhh ... MMMAAA .... MAAASSTTEERR ... OOHHHH My MMMAAASSSSTTEERR."

Stephanie 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.

The crowd cheered as Stephanie exploded into an incredible back bending orgasm, as her limbs fought against her bindings. Stephanie's heartbeat wildly in her chest frantically pumping blood to all her rapturously 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 Darrius's cock inside her. Her passionate contractions forced her sexual honey out of her body with it collecting on the altar below.

Stephanie had never felt anything like the fiery tsunami that took control of her body. As she was finally able to breathe again, her mind floated back to her. She felt Darrius's cock vibrate with heat building inside her pushing her towards another fiery cum. Fear started building inside her as wild pleasure began to build in her again. She felt out of control, as the intense pleasure ripped her minds power from her. All she was now was a wild passionate, needy, erotic woman engulfed in pleasure beyond her capabilities.

She heard the crowd roaring in the background. For only a moment she abruptly realized she was naked, bound to an altar in front of a crowd of people. In a fleeting moment of sanity, she understood that she was now Darrius's willing sacrifice on this altar. She was about to be sacrificed to his cock, but the joyous rapture inside her only wanted more. Before she could be humiliated, the cock inside her came alive and ripped all logical thought from her. The carnal passion controlled her, and her body only seemed to demand more.

As she heard the rowdy crowd behind her, visions of being Darrius's sacrifice came back to her. She was now his sacrificial victim, spread wide open with his massive cock, and tied to the altar and all her naked splendor. The thought of all the audience watching her orgasm on their altar made her tingle in a sexy and beautiful way. Having the crowd watch her writhe in sexual ecstasy only made her cherish the honor of being their sacrifice. The ravenous craving inside her only got stronger and the demonic cock only grew bigger, hotter and more demanding.

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 desperately wanted more! Oh God she wanted more! Now it was starting again, building towards an even more devastating cum. The first orgasm had been overwhelming and now an even more powerful cum threatened her very sanity.

In a panic she fought against her bonds trying to get away from Darrius, but her arms and legs were trapped in the manacles 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 poured onto the altar.

Stephanie's mind was trapped somewhere between blissful euphoria and terrified fear. She was trapped on the altar and Darrius seemed intent on extracting every bit of passion inside her. His cock 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 cum she had only a couple of moments of coherent thought and that's when the panic came. However, the time between cums became shorter with the merciless rapture edging out any thought, pushing away her panic. Stephanie finally gave in to the unending euphoria and she delighted in the new paradise she had found.

"AAAgggghh ... Ohh Gggoodd ... OOOhhh ... MMMAAA .... MAAASSTTEERR ... OOHHHH My MMMAAASSSSTTEERR."

The paradise continued unabated as Stephanie 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. The cock inside her was alive conquering her, punishing her and at the same time pushing her into a wild passion she had never felt.

Stephanie panicked and tried to fight off the euphoria. She tried to clear her mind of the fog or swim to shore in her erotic sea, but she stayed where she was. She concentrated on moving an individual muscle or speaking a word, but nothing happened. She was never one to ever give up and continued trying to regain control of her body. Each new cum was stronger than the last, robbing her of anything but mere moments of rational thought. She tried to fight, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, then suddenly a voice boomed in her head, "You are mine from now on!"

The beautiful, sensuous woman stretched to her limits on a bondage altar, contorting and writhing while continuously cumming was truly a sight to behold. Her beautiful eyes were lost in a lustful stare, while the rest of her stunning face was contorted blissfully. While stretched to her limits she was being relentlessly fucked by a demon with a cock that filled her beyond anything she could take. The audience swore that you could see the cock moving deep in and out of her as her tiny belly was stretched each time the cock went back inside her.

She started to scream, but it was cut off as she started cumming again. Her body didn't stop the convulsions and her cunt was still fucking his cock. He could not hold back and slammed as deeply as he could inside her and buried his cock deep against her cervix, blasting his seed deeply against her cervix. She screamed as her body began wild uncontrollable spasms and convulsions. He held onto her for dear life for fear she would hurt herself.

Most of her noises were unintelligible, but occasionally Darrius would catch, "Master .... AAAgggghh ... Ohh Gggoodd ... OOOhhh ... MMMAAA .... MAAASSTTEERR ... OOHHHH My MMMAAASSSSTTEERR."

After about 15 minutes of continuous orgasms, Stephanie's body was wracked with orgasmic tremors. Her body looked as though she had been pumping iron for over an hour. Her arms and legs were strained as she tried to protect her sexual core, while her stomach was knotted into a tight six pack. Perspiration was pouring off her body and she had been nibbled clean of her Snow Leopard artwork. She had been cumming continuously for over 20 minutes and she was still moaning, twitching and writhing, as she passed out.

Only when she passed out did Darrius roar and shoot his black seed inside her. Her eyes were clouded over, unseeing. Her body and face were glistening with perspiration with remnants of her costume still spotting her body. Darrius knew she was past her limits as he pulled his cock from her twitching, grasping pussy.

He held her in a tight hug while her contortions eased, she started moaning as she came back. He felt her head stir, and she tilted her face to him. He stared into her lust clouded eyes and felt a passion he had only dreamed about. He pulled her head towards his, nibbled on her lips and then they shared a long soulful kiss.

Darrius cradled her twitching body in his arms after he unbuckled her from the altar. Darrius scrutinized her lovingly as he held her in his arms, and he felt his heart swell with love for this delicate creature. He had pushed her beyond anything she had endured before and she never wavered, giving her all to him. He pulled her tighter into his arms, showing his love and pride with his eyes and his hug. As she snuggled into his neck she whispered.

"Love me Master ... don't let me go."

Darrius looked at this beautiful, angelic creature in his arms and felt love that he didn't know existed. Her body was still spasming and her pussy was still pulsing. Her breathing was still labored and gasping. He cradled her head in his hands and looked her over to survey the damage. Her entire torso was covered in bite marks, bruises, sweat and left-over paint mixed with saliva.

He reached out and cupped her left breast and begin to clean her nipple. But the minute his tongue touched her, Stephanie arched her back and pushed her tit further into his mouth. Even after everything that happened this night, her entire body was a sensitive sexual organ that responded to his every touch. Damn she was a magnificent creature.

Several of the men from the audience came forward to take care of Stephanie. She was still in a stupor while convulsions still wracked her body. Everyone knew she would be out for a while. The demon gave her one more last longing look and said in a deep baritone voice, "Take care of her, for she is mine now. I will be back to claim her and my child in nine months.